Chapter 1112: Sad weapon

The blue sword, which was almost higher than Muria's body at this time, was inserted on the metal table. When Muria grasped its handle, the inscribed lines bloomed on the magic machine. Dazzling light, then, this magic machine began to tremble.
If there is a roar of roar from this machine, the violent consciousness is flowing towards his mind along the palm of Muria. Once Muria does not block this violent consciousness, then he will be destroyed by the machine. Devour and become a sad monster.
However, this kind of thing is impossible to happen. The divine consciousness that permeates Muria is relative to Muria's will, just like a basin of water splashing on the dam. ,Meaningless.
The consciousness derived from the divine machine collapsed as soon as it came into contact with Muria's will. Muria didn't even have any extra actions. He allowed this divine machine to entertain himself, all he did was Hold the God Machine and then pull it up.
Then everything was quiet, the machine no longer trembled, and the light on it gradually dimmed. The entire site was silent, watching the high-level base of Muria staying.
"I think I have mastered the magic machine?" Muria grabbed a magic machine that looked larger than his body with one hand, then looked up and asked the observation window above.
"Is this a magic machine?" In the observation room, an officer who had fallen into a messy state turned to look at a researcher wearing a white robe.
"Probably, be it." The slightly older middle-aged man scratched the top of his hair with thinning hair, and his face also showed an uncertain expression, because the situation in front of him also exceeded his cognition.
"Are you sure that there is no problem with this magic machine, isn't it a defective product?" The look on the face of the officer who came to observe is still very delicate. He has never seen any personal magic machine control the process so easily.
He has more than once seen the process of controlling a machine by a qualified person, including those who cried, snarled, and even snarled in despair and swallowed by the god.
But it has never been so easy as before. It is as easy to play as if it is not a magic machine in his hand that can slaughter wild animals, but an ordinary piece of metal.
"I'm not sure about this, I need to check it." Only the researchers who routinely came to observe the recorded data, heard the officer's problem, and instinctively wanted to spray him, how could there be a quality problem with the machine they made, but The situation just made him have to change his words.
"Did you not check when you delivered the magic machine?"
"Of course I have checked it, and we dare to guarantee that every magic machine given to you is qualified."
Related to his field of expertise, the researcher immediately straightened his back, and his voice answered vigorously.
"If this is the case, why is this happening?" The officer responsible for observation and reporting pointed to Muria, who was still waiting to answer, and asked.
"Why do you always think that the problem lies in the magic machine, not the proper person?" The researcher asked, frowning.
"Fenrir, what problem will he have?" The officer who came to observe was also in trouble. He estimated that the reason this time would be different from what he had seen before, probably because of this qualified person.
"But he is no different from other testers. After he entered the base, he did not perform particularly well. He is just a normal passer."
The army officer frowned and called up all the relevant information of Muria from the data terminal in front of him. No special place was found. A little bit more prominent is that this eligible person loves reading and has a good fighting talent.
But among these eligible groups in the base, they are nothing, and can even be said to be very mediocre. It is impossible to explain the current situation.
"Human? Why don't you answer me?" In the venue below, Muria, who hadn't waited for a long time to answer, was a little impatient. Although time didn't make much sense to him, it wasn't such a waste.
"Fenrille, the process of controlling your magic machine just now is not the same as any of us who have qualified in the past, so we will conduct a practical test on you next."
"Practical test?" Muria, standing on the metal table, waved her hand, which had become extremely honest, no different from ordinary weapons, and raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Row."
Muraya is not disgusted with actual tests, and he also wants to see how the performance of the magic machine is.
He probably already knows the general situation of this small world. This is a very ordinary small world, and because its level is too low, there is not even an extraordinary power system.
And that's why, when the relatives of the evil gods began to appear in this world, they spread quickly and irresistibly, destroying the civilization born in the small world.
But the evil erodes the world, and the world also erodes the evil god. Any world has the ability to assimilate foreign objects, and the result of this small world's reverse erosion of the evil is machine.
Divine machine is a special biological weapon created by combining the power of the family of evil gods and the crystal of civilization and wisdom. This is the result of the world's resistance to evil gods.
Muria will not comment on the achievements of the small world against the evil gods, but he would like to meet with one or more humans who designed the magic machine and ask them what they think. thing.
The essence of the magic machine was already known from the moment Muria held it. The appearance of this weapon looked like it was constructed of metal, but its core was the activated flesh of the relatives of the evil gods.
So God has the opportunity to have his own will, and the remaining human power in the world is to find qualified people, suppress the consciousness of the divine machine and take control, and then resist the erosion of the family members of the evil god.
Using the power of the evil to resist the erosion of the relatives of the evil god, this is what the remaining humans in this small world do, which is undoubtedly very ridiculous to Muria.
Because this resistance is meaningless, the road ahead is dark and there is no light. They are like pulling out an insignificant burr on the evil god, and then intending to resist the evil disaster of the evil god.
If there is no accident, the destruction of this small world is doomed. When the evil comes, it will be the prelude to the end. Human resistance will be reduced to a laughingstock.
From the perspective of Muria's epic, he can foresee that the future development of this world is still over without him intervening. But now he is here, everything is different.
"Fennier, we will throw you a spiny wolf as your opponent. Please focus on it and use all your strength to kill it in the shortest time possible."
A slightly dry male voice sounded in the training ground, and then the sound of the machine's operation sounded again. The metal platform on which Muria stood began to sink slowly, flush with the surrounding ground.
A few cracks appeared on the wall in front of him, and then a border of a gate was drawn, and then two heavy metals separated to the sides, exposing a martyrdom.
In this dark martyrdom, a low roar sounded, then Muria watched a wolf-shaped monster covered with spiny chitinous crusts slowly walk out, eyes glowing with scarlet light, stench. Dripping from its uneven teeth.
"Fenrir, don't be afraid. Now that you are a magic machine, you have the power to kill the beast."
He seemed to be worried that Muria would be afraid in the first battle. The voice just sounded again, but he was comforting and encouraging Muria.
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Muria ignored the sounds from the observation room at all. He grasped the magic machine in his hand, mobilized the power contained in it, and then waved, and a light blue sword-horse with a length of nearly three meters flew out. The spiny wolf's body leaping from the ground.
Jian Mang penetrated from the central part of the sub-spur wolf without hindrance, and then flew out along the spine, divided it into two, and submerged into the subsequent steel wall, leaving a deep sword mark. .
"Rubbish!"
He spit out two words of Muria, who killed the wild beast with a sword, and aroused echoes in the test field where the needle was audible, clear and audible.
This one was selected by the base to test his combat power ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Now the cool beast is a rubbish, because it is not a member of the evil god, even if it is a newly promoted evil god, it will not have this strength Dependents.
Because it is too weak, the weakest relatives of the evil gods have the gold-level strength, and they also have a strong vitality that matches them. This thing in front of him can only be regarded as a dependent of the evil god's family, and it can be an eye-catching thing to use the cannon fodder for the evil god.
However, Muria's fair evaluation of this beast, in the observation room of the base officer and researchers, is his proud performance.
"Is this what you call ordinary?" The researcher asked, looking at the officer who was also a little bit awkward beside him.
"It's pretty good, it doesn't count." The officer who pressed the strange expression on his face replied and gave an evaluation.
"What do you pretend to do with me? I have seen the qualified person take control of the magic machine more than ten times and have seen the same number of combat tests."
The researchers gently flung their long hair, showing a scornful look on their faces, and pointed to Muria, who was starting to play tricks below, "but I have never seen anything like him."
好 "Well, I admit that he is a bit special, so I recommend continuing his combat test."
询问 "Ask Fenrir for his opinion, he is already a qualified magician."
When hearing the base asking if he would continue the combat test, Muria did not hesitate and agreed directly. He also had to study the God machine more and see how to replace the core of the God machine.