Struggle in the Steam Age

Facing the magic item in front of him, which might have been partly made by the demigod-level demonized tree spirit back then, Lawrence's only choice was to summon the phantom of his own mirror. Fortunately, as he expected, the mirror that embodied Jianmu's power was obviously superior to this magic item in terms of extraordinary level, so there were no accidents in the entire summoning process.

The phantom of the mirror slowly formed in front of him, and then a golden light enveloped the wooden stick floating in the air. However, unlike the previous few times, there was no white mist on the stick of prosperity and withering.

"Huh?" Before Lawrence realized something was wrong, before he had time to do anything, he felt as if all the strength in his body was being sucked by the mirror image on his chest.

After extracting Lawrence's physical strength, the golden light on the mirror lit up violently like a fire that had been poured into it. Under the irradiation of the enhanced golden light, the expanding purple-black spots on the stick of prosperity and withering were suppressed at once, and even gradually began to return to its original wooden appearance.

"Persevere, persevere." Lawrence cheered himself up silently in his heart. Fortunately, High Priest Arthur's actions also weakened the power of the Rod of Glory and Withering on the other hand, and took the burden of the Rod of Glory and Wither head-on. The main pressure, which allowed Lawrence to maintain the golden light on the mirror with the power of an ordinary person.

Finally, when Lawrence felt that his physical strength was about to run out. The black and purple spots on the staff of prosperity and withering also slowly disappeared under the golden light. Wave after wave of white mist gushed out from the wand of prosperity and withering, which was completely restored to its original shape, and then followed the golden light into the mirror.

Different from the wisps of white gas coming out of those things in the previous two times, this time the white mist is as thick as milk. Under the effect of the golden light, the mist is connected between the Rod of Glory and Withering and the phantom of the mirror like a white rope.

As the white mist rising from the wooden stick was continuously captured by the golden light into the mirror, Lawrence clearly saw signs of decay appearing on the wooden surface of the Rod of Prosperity and Withering, and at the same time, the three golden hoops on the wooden stick There are also traces of gray dots.

Although the amount of white fog this time is unprecedented, it is not endless. As time passed, the area of ​​decay on the wooden stick became larger and larger, while the white mist from above became less and less. Finally, five or six minutes after Lawrence summoned the phantom of the mirror, the last wisp of white mist from the staff of prosperity and withering disappeared into the mirror along with the mirror and the golden light.

"Crack, click——" Just as the phantom in the mirror disappeared, a strange sound came from the stick of prosperity and withering. Lawrence, who was sore all over his body as if he had run a marathon, raised his head when he heard the sound.

At this time, the stick of prosperity and withering completely lost the sense of power it had just now, and now it looks like the branches that fall on the ground that are common in the forest. A series of cracks appeared on the body of the wand, making the surface of the whole wand of prosperity and decay look like tempered glass after being hit by a heavy object.

The cracks quickly spread all over the whole stick body, and then those fragments peeled off from the stick body little by little and fell to the ground. At the same time, the entire ground trembled, as if something was about to break out of the ground.

"I hope today's luck is not too bad." Lawrence leaned on a piece of green crystal and muttered, because the mirror had drained his physical energy before, and now he felt as weak as if he had just finished a marathon. So I can only pray that the changes that will happen next will not hurt myself.

What Lawrence didn't know was that the moment he used the mirror image to draw away the last wisp of white mist from the Rod of Glory and Withering. The once moon-star-sparse sky over the thick rock formations above his head was suddenly filled with dark clouds.

On the nearby sea, waterspouts rushed out of the sea and directly into the sky amidst the howling wind. A column of water piercing through the sky formed in midair.

"Boom—" On the low black and red clouds, there is a blood-red thunder roaring in the dark clouds. Afterwards, there was a thunderclap, and the rain mixed with the sea water just rolled up from the sea and fell back to the earth with the strong wind.

The city is still sleeping, only the screams and curses of the sleeping people awakened by the storm and thunder can be heard from some doors and windows that are suddenly blown open by the wind. But soon these shouts and the sound of doors and windows were drowned out by the thunder.

Just on this small high ground, the speed of rain and lightning falling seems to be faster and more urgent than the surrounding places. If a person with extraordinary power stood here, he would see half-withered and half-glorious leaves flying up from the ground, and then scattered into light particles all over the sky.

"Damn it, something serious happened." On the way from the urban area to this highland, the old man in a blue and silver-trimmed robe sitting in a speeding carriage slapped hard after seeing this scene. Thighs, and then pushed open the car door into the air. At the same time, several black figures in the carriages behind him also flew away from the carriages, and then flew towards the high ground where the ruins were located.

But all of this has nothing to do with Lawrence, he is now staring at the sandy dry lake bottom under the high plateau with some vigilance. Just a few seconds after the last white mist disappeared, the Rod of Prosperity and Withering finally reached a limit and completely turned into a pile of fragments and fell to the ground. When those fragments touched the ground, countless finger-sized springs suddenly appeared at the bottom of the lake.

At the same time, several patches of black-red mist appeared in midair, and then a part of a huge monster squeezed out from the largest patch of mist.

"What the hell! I'm not a magical girl, why did I get into the tentacle monster?" Lawrence stared at a large group of tentacles of different thicknesses squeezed out of the mist, and then he struggled to lift up slightly. With trembling hands, he began to load the revolver beside him.

After the monster was completely squeezed out of the mist, Lawrence realized that the monster was a purple-black treant. It was five or six meters high, and its bare branches were twisted like a giant python and covered with scales, and the face of the foreman Bobu just now protruded from the trunk. No wonder Lawrence took it for a tentacle monster when his branch came out first.

But now the treant's body is full of wounds, cut open with sharp tools, flattened with blunt objects, and scorched and frosted marks caused by magic. A large amount of purple-red viscous liquid flows along these wounds to the ground. It seemed that he could fall dead at any moment.

Unexpectedly, the treant did not run away or heal himself after leaving the range of the mist, but turned directly to Lawrence, the only living person in the entire cave. After that, he walked over step by step.

"Bah, bah, bah——" Seeing the purple-black treant approaching step by step, Lawrence, who leaned against the crystal and half leaned there, raised his pistol first and pulled the trigger.

He noticed that every bullet would bring down a palm-sized fragment after hitting the tree man, which also meant that the monster in front of him was indeed so badly injured that he couldn't resist these ordinary bullets at all.

But such an attack was meaningless. After all, the monster was as huge as the hill, and the wound Lawrence had inflicted on it was insignificant to it.

But Lawrence continued to shoot, not so much to defeat the monster as to maintain his dignity. It's just that what makes him feel the most unconvinced is that he has made a lot of money this time, but the damn Jianmu space is actually the same as the flow of time outside, so that he has no time to harvest the stick of prosperity and withering this time. benefits later.

"Boom!" Lawrence threw the gun aside after firing the last bullet, and began to pray for the next time he could pass through successfully. The figure of blood came out from the blood mist all over the sky.

"Ha, you're still alive, it looks like we're here just in time. That's great."

"High Priest Arthur—" Hearing this familiar voice, Lawrence twitched the corners of his mouth lightly and smiled, before his eyes darkened and he passed out.