The Puppeteer of Academy City

"The Puppeteer of Academy City (

The flames were raging, and the two human-shaped fire pillars failed to last for too long. They turned into ashes and fell to the ground in just a dozen seconds.

Yan Ji walked slowly, stepping on it, as if she just did a trivial thing, she didn't take it to heart at all.

Ling Changyun just glanced at the ashes on the ground: "Come?"

"Hope I'm not late."

"It's not too late." Ling Changyun said.

Although the puppet masters of the Ling family class are not bound by the iron law of silver, in fact they will not attack ordinary humans casually.

Ling Changyun took Yan Ji, an automatic puppet, as his partner in order to kill all the blind humans for him.

"Did you encounter any trouble on the way here?" Ling Changyun continued to ask.

"Of course not, have you forgotten? My level is higher than theirs. Unless Yanshi comes out, no automatic puppets will dare to trouble me."

"I don't mean them." Ling Changyun shook his head.

"Oh, the puppet masters are busy destroying the automatic puppets, and they don't have time to trouble me." Yan Ji shrugged.

"Let me ask you," Ling Changyun looked at the people who were looking out through the window, "are there any restrictions imposed on these automatic puppets?"

"There is no such thing, what's the matter?" Yan Ji walked to his side, her face full of doubts.

"It's right in front of you, but they didn't attack these people..."

"Is there... anyone here?" Yan Ji asked in confusion, "In this room?"

Ling Changyun looked at Yan Ji in surprise, and found that the expression on her face did not seem to be fake: "It's just behind this window, didn't you see it?"

Yan Ji also looked into Ling Changyun's eyes, and realized that the master was not joking with her, so Liu Mei frowned slightly.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, raised her right hand, and cut open her index finger with a nail, a drop of mercury-like thick liquid oozed from the wound.

The vital "blood" of automatic puppets - "suspected liquid".

Yan Ji Qu Zhi ejected this drop of "suspected liquid", flew into the air, and the high temperature rose, evaporating it into a wisp of silver mist.

As if the surface of the water was being turbulent, waves suddenly appeared in the originally empty air.

Crackling, crackling, a series of small electric discharges in the air out of thin air, and a cloud of fragmented sparks.

Yan Ji's eyes brightened: "So that's how it is..."

Although he didn't know what Yan Ji saw, Ling Changyun also had the answer in his heart.

"Is it just that the automatic puppet can't see it?"

"That's right, targeting our automatic puppets... No, to be precise, it's intelligence suppression targeting suspected liquids—using the blood of silver."

Ling Changyun understood clearly, nodded and said, "It's the 'Illusion of Fog'."

"Master's junior sister?"

"No, it wasn't her, at least it wasn't her at first. She was too late in time." Ling Changyun said.

"Hua Twenty-one is not here, who else has this level of illusion?" Yan Ji asked.

"There is another person, and as far as I know he is in this city." Ling Changyun turned his head and looked towards the middle of the road ahead,

"'The Mage of Silver Mist'!" Yan Ji thought immediately.

As soon as the words were finished, a figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the road that was empty just now.

Lu Cun was sitting on a high-backed chair, watching them.

"It really is you," Ling Changyun looked over, "It seems that everyone underestimated your strength."

"You are too much." Lu Cun sat on the chair and bowed slightly.

"Hiding so deeply, what do you want to do?"

Lu Cun said with a smile: "Like you, we are all changemakers seeking breakthroughs."

"Sweet words." Ling Changyun obviously didn't believe it, and manipulated Yunji to swing a palm.

The palm wind blows, and Lu Cun and his high-back chair on the opposite side are scattered by the wind—it turns out to be just a phantom projection.

"Heh, you are indeed the 'Magician of Silver Mist'." Ling Changyun praised.

Now that he knew that Lu Cun and Yu Wufei had managed to protect ordinary citizens, Ling Changyun was even more unscrupulous, ignoring those who were hiding indoors, and led Yan Ji to the depths of the thirteenth school district.

They came all the way to the tallest building in the school district - a hotel of a well-known international brand, and settled in as a temporary base.

On the top floor of the hotel, as soon as Ling Changyun sat down, he saw an explosion erupting outside.

As Academy City's combat power was assembled and put into the battlefield, the battle in the thirteenth school district suddenly intensified, and quickly entered a tragic and intense stage.

Although "civil strife" occurred on the side of the mercenary army, the human soldiers were almost wiped out by the automatic puppets.

However, the automatic puppets that occupied more than half of the school district also produced a large number of mechanical puppets as cannon fodder, and instead had an absolute advantage in number.

The troops sent in to "recover the lost ground" were quickly defeated, and became the bait of the automatic puppets, drained of blood and died.

Ling Changyun suddenly remembered the scene he saw on the street just now—the ground was full of corpses and severed limbs, but it didn't give people a "bloody" feeling.

At that time, I felt that something was wrong, and now I finally realized it.

— No blood!

Although the corpses were strewn all over the field, they looked extremely "clean".

Because all the blood was sucked dry by the automatic puppets.

Yan Ji also stood aside overlooking the ground, inadvertently stuck out her red tongue, and licked her lips.

"Are you hungry too?"

"Of course not," Yan Ji said hastily, "Unlike those low-level puppets, our high-level automatic puppets have no desire for blood~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ and don't need to **** blood."

"Well, I thought human blood was a necessity for you." Ling Changyun said.

"That makes sense." Yan Ji didn't care about revealing the secret of the automatic puppet, "If the damage is serious, I also need blood to help repair myself. But usually, I don't need blood."

As she spoke, she stretched out a finger: "In other words, there is only one case where the automatic puppet needs blood—that is when it creates a 'suspected liquid'."

"Just like the human blood supply system, under normal circumstances we can recover a small amount of suspected fluid, but when a large amount of 'blood loss' is required, or when a large amount of suspected fluid is needed to repair the body, it is not enough to rely on its own output. At that time, we must obtain A lot of blood, used to make a suspected liquid."

"Of course, there is another situation," Yan Ji continued, "that is 'reproduction'—to produce new automatic puppets, enough suspected liquid must be injected. Otherwise, what will be created is just a mechanical body."

She looked down at the ground: "This time they get a lot of blood, I'm afraid there will be many newborn automatic puppets?"

Ling Changyun finally asked a question: "You mean that you use human blood as a raw material to make a suspected liquid? It's unbelievable. The suspected liquid is very similar to our silver blood, but it is a completely different substance from ordinary people's blood."

"It's alchemy," Yan Ji replied, "We use alchemy. The suspected liquid can be understood as a semi-finished imitation of soft stone, water of life, or philosopher's stone."

"Its raw material is human blood, and its derived meaning is 'soul' and 'spirit'. It is the main raw material of the Philosopher's Stone." Yan Ji said, "The so-called 'blood is the currency of the soul, the carrier of life'—say That's what I mean."