Mechanical Alchemist Chapter 604

Su Lun and Mr. Jing walked into the small building at 88 Green Street.

When I came in, I found that the furniture and furnishings were almost exactly the same as when I lived in it a few years ago. It's just that no one has cleaned it for a long time, there is a thick layer of dust in the room, and there is a faint musty smell in the air.

"Senior sister, wait for me here for a while, I will go to the cursed space.

""Um."

Mr. Jing stayed on the first floor, and Su Lun went straight down to the basement.

Probably because of the "Haunted House", someone locked a thick iron chain on the basement door.

Su Lun raised his hand and waved his finger as a sword, a crack in space appeared, and a smooth cut was made on the arm-thick iron chain, and it fell to the ground with a "crash".

He went in.

This was once a basement used as a bank vault, surrounded by thick concrete walls.

Although it was pitch black, Su Lun could still clearly see some traces of bullet holes on the wall. This is what he left behind when he practiced marksmanship here.

"It's strong."

Even if it is incomplete, it is the weakest cursed object I have ever seen in the "Illusion Department".

There are very few people going to explore the world on the ground now, and all kinds of hunting teams wearing gas masks can be seen along the way.

We teleported all the way up, and even disturbed some distortion monsters, we reached the depths of the ground very slowly.

Lington nodded, it was indeed a little careless.

It is not to say that the scene that Chekov "thought" will not happen in reality.

Ling Dun didn't think about it.

I walked steadily up the stairs step by step.

Description: Who can be sure that his life is in a dream? His, or someone else's dream.

Just a few steps up, suddenly a white figure rushed down like lightning.

The name revealed by the appraisal is [Distorted Tirmishao M. Chekhov], a first-order dark-gold-level weirdness.

[Javier's Resentment Morgue] has not completely disappeared, the two walked out of the ocean building at No. 88, and the cursed space outside the ground was cracked, and it would no longer be a "haunted house" before.

This [Havel's Resentment Mortuary] has a very special way to enter the cursed space. Only when the basement realizes that this is a cursed space can it be absorbed.

A look of astonishment appeared on Linton's face.

Mr. Mirror nodded.

Those terrifying living corpses crawled out hideously, and the atmosphere was in place immediately.

Detailed Explanation: There is a general cosmic rule in the dream, which has independent time, space, and logic. In the dream, he has the ability to create gods; he must understand the world well enough, so he uses the ring make his dreams come true (remnant);

That turned out to be the information I understood.

Mr. Jing nodded, and said: "You also have to get a few things that are crucial to your strength, not your Tier 4 reproductive equipment."

However, compared to the ultrweak hallucinogenic effect of the ring, I was more shocked by one of the additional functions.

But Guolushan was completely afraid in his heart, because there were no secrets in the whole space outside my eyes.

That even goes against the principle of equivalent exchange in alchemy.

I just glanced at it just now, and I thought the burden was so small.

"Dreams come true? Illusions manifest? What about... the Creator's special abilities?"

Lingdon has the ability to understand beyond the limit of advanced creatures, and that kind of super power is more vague than anyone else in my eyes.

Su Lun murmured: "It turns out that it is a forbidden object that manifests consciousness..."

Cursed characteristics: God-level alchemy fragments made by the magic crystal of the dragon of dreams: it is an ordinary ring with the ability to retreat into personal dreams, and has the same hallucinogenic effect; it actively releases "limited dreams, Can cause targets within the range to fall into a dream, illusion penetration +350%, spiritual spell penetration +70%; outside the dream, time, space, and rules are composed of his cognition, in the dream space, he is not the creator of everything ;unmastered ring

Users of time, space, and illusion abilities will perish in dreams;

The two walked down the street, and Lington asked, "Senior Sister, are you going to the Ruins of Dawn?"

Killing the Lord of Resentment is the most direct way to break the cursed space.

That is not the most important source of energy to support that cursed space.

Creation out of thin air, that is the ability of the legendary gods!

The cursed space that was once completely invisible in the pupil of Erjie Omniscience is now clearly visible in the eyes.

"Shua" sounded the sound of muscle tissue being cut, and the little spider was chopped in half instantly.

The dragon scales were faintly visible under Lu Shan's arm, and he raised his hand and punched it. The living corpse covered in runes was sent flying out on the spot, and fell to the wall with a bang.

As soon as it came up, the breath of the living aroused the strong corpse aura. With a crisp sound of "Kang Dang", "Kang Dang"/"Kang Dang", the rows of iron boxes under the wall were opened, and a corpse sprang out. A living corpse of various shapes.

However, what we expected was that there was no one with her outside Stormwind Manor.

It was a living corpse whose strength was not comparable to that of a first-order profession. It's because of domineering, domain, etc., pure strength is not a small threat to top professionals.

Not a single half-human, half-spider monster was dissecting a **** corpse intently.

It is a road leading to the lower level of the fourth level. Once it is passed through, unimaginable gains will inevitably be obtained.

 …

That is the restoration of the physical level, but a dream ability that is realized by fantasy.

Looking at the runes drawn on the living corpse table behind his eyes, Ling Dun sighed in his heart.

A one-hit instant kill is a reasonable situation.

But living corpses of her level were not enough to kill the very few intruders.

There is only one person, and the environment reveals a creepy feeling that makes people think about it.

Lington tried again, and with my current ability, I can only create a water polo that is the most similar to her.

With a little firmness, I raised my hand and imagined a picture of holding a water polo.

My heart was still like water, there was no safety on the eighth floor, so I walked up the stairs with her.

But there was joy on my face.

After all, I haven't stepped into the fourth level yet, and there are not many existences that can pose no fatal threat to me. And the lower limit of the cursed space is affected by the plane, no matter how weak it is, it may be too outrageous.

A flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and I seemed to see the guiding lighthouse leading to that ultrlevel domain.

"Um.

At the same time, the sharp spider spears stabbed back.

What "Chekov" can imagine must be understood by itself.

All of a sudden, his eyes were dry and sore, and Lington only felt that there were double images behind his eyes.

The four-armed spider lance is indeed one of the most suitable alchemy breeding suits for medical professionals. That Chekhov also fused a low-level spider spear breeding suit, and he became the spider form before the distortion.

[Thinking of Oneiroi (high-rank artifact disabled)]

Lu Shan wondered: "Senior sister, do you know that ring?"

Before the opening of the old spiritual power, there were few adventurers in the inner world.

The spider spear pierced Lu Shan's body with a crisp sound, but it didn't hurt at all.

 …

Therefore, if you can talk, you can only kill weakly.

As soon as the Lord of Resentment died, the seven weeks of space ended and there was no sign of collapse.

Although my body bears the burden of this influx of super-level knowledge, at that moment, I understand something else: "The creation of the fantasy is actually the same as the creation of the world of the [Deadly Story of the Underworld]" It's the same thing. Isn't that how the gods created the world?”

The fourth-order domineering body blessed by the dragon-printed golden body is likely to be broken, not to mention the level of attack in front of you.

It thinks that if it is dead, it will die.

That was also a small chance.

Linton once again returned to the white-painted ground floor.

Facing the sharp spider spear, Ling Dun also avoided it.

You can even see seventh- and eighth-order distortion monsters on the way, so that those who can go deep to explore are relatively weak small adventure groups.

The walls of Qi Zhou are all painted with white paint, and the iron chairs at the door of the consultation room, whether there are windows or not, is filled with the faint smell of disinfectant in the air.

At least for a very small number of people, even if they are weaker than "Chekov", outside the cursed space, its ability to manifest illusions has no solution at all. The monster is killed or dies, and it comes out or goes out, the only thing left is hopelessness.

Sure enough, with that slash, the spider monster's body recovered again.

Ling Dun's eyes were shining brightly, and he took a look with his usual expression.

But no matter how low-grade it is, it is too low to pass the ring!

Lingdon's understanding of the law of death is as low as hers now, and the power of [Hypnos' White Scythe of Night] level A is enough to severely damage a very small number of first-level professionals.

Talk about the world...Dream world...Creation....Dreams come true...Energy conversion of equivalent exchange...

"Really can't?!"

At that moment, even Downington felt that something was right.

There are few things that I can see and understand in that plane now, and I thought I would encounter one more thing now.

He didn't even get hurt at all.

Seeing that, Ling Dun waved the white sickle again, and this time the sickle contained the law of space blessed by [Ouroboros Space-Time Circle].

And the rank is extremely low!

You looked at Lu Shan's dilated pupils, and asked with concern, "Did something happen?"

But in an instant, I realized that it was normal, and I slowly shouted in my heart: "That's right! The imaginary creation of the ring still violates the equivalent exchange, but the ring uses a lower level of equivalent exchange..."

Today's Dawn Ruins is no longer a sea of ​​dark Suren.

The seven weeks of space showed a swirling shape, and completely disappeared before counting breaths.

Originally, I just wanted to get the information of the previous sequel "Research Journal of Living Corpses", but I thought I would get such a ring.

Ling Dun walked all the way up, and encountered a few rune corpses, but almost all of them were killed with one punch.

I want to see it more thoroughly, but obviously, these cognitions are too little for me to understand.

I went back to the stairs again, and the next floor was not the morgue.

The omniscient pupil of the seven solutions understood the essence of the restoration of "Chekov".

Ling Dun discovered the pattern when he retreated for the first time. He controlled his thoughts to think, but there would be no monsters.

But it wasn't that idea, the gemstone under the ring shone, and the miraculous scene immediately took place.

It was such a strong dark Sulun environment, for Ling Dun and Mr. Jing, it was not beneficial to have any influence at all.

However, I thought that when I cut it with my knife, the body of the spider monster was divided into two halves, but it recovered in an instant.

In an instant, you also understood why Lu Shan was in that state, and said again: "That is the artifact fragment that your father found in a ruin of the battlefield of the gods. Do you remember what I said before, that ring contains a A super-level illusion ability that can only be mastered by a god. At worst, he should be more careful, and studying this power too deeply may cause him to get lost in his dream..."

Under those documents, it must not be the first key of the "Living Corpse Research Notes" recorded.

And at that time, probably because his breath was not a little disturbed, another figure suddenly appeared outside the ground.

Ling Dun's weak desire for knowledge made Ling Dun look at the past with the omniscient pupils of the seven solutions, getting deeper and deeper, and a small amount of information flooded into his mind.

That water polo was not something I just thought out of my mind, and then created it out of thin air with a ring tool!

It seems that it is the entrance to hell, and there seems to be some unknown terrifying monster hidden in the darkness.

Lington looked at it with wonder in his eyes.

Lingdun's omniscient pupil identified all the attributes of the monster, and I knew it was a purely irrational aberration.

It was Lington, but he didn't look at the living corpses that were not a threat to him, but looked at the anatomy table separated by the transparent curtain in the center.

He only glanced at it, and the surrounding scene suddenly changed, and it became the corridor of the hospital.

Ling Dun has not yet realized that the source of the cursed space is a very common forbidden object. Any attack lower than the level of the law of space itself is an effective attack on Chekov.

It was because of the little wilderness hunt a few years later that the fallen angel manipulated Princess Teresa of Raphael's little princess to break the seal of the plane channel, causing a small amount of abyssal energy to leak, and the lower limit of the law was pulled down. The aberration monsters on the old spiritual power ground are obviously much weaker than before.

Shen Zhan walked around the seventh floor again, and the safe that used to lock the "Research Report on Living Corpses" was also empty. Except for the remnants of a few unlucky people who strayed into the space later, there is nothing else. As for the monsters that manifested from the fantasy of the dead, the weakest were only at the eighth or seventh level, and Ling Dun killed them casually.

The principle of equivalent exchange must have collapsed, so my world view has collapsed.

I saw a water polo the size of a fist condensed out of my palm!

"Chekhov deserves to be the creator of the secret technique of the living corpse. The rank of the living corpse is really low..."

When they were young, the two of Lington hadn't left the city yet.

It was Mr. Mirror.

The seven-week space collapsed and gradually condensed into a ruby ​​ring.

Ling Dun raised his hand slowly and hurriedly, and put away all the stacks of documents outside the morgue.

Ling Dun shook his head, pointed to the ring outside his hand, and continued to speak, but Mr. Jing recognized it: "[Thinking of Oneiroi]? That ring is actually outside there."

"Um."

Sure enough, it was a "forbidden item".

But that "Chekov" can be killed by no one except Lindton. It means whether others can see through the essence of that space, or whether there is no attack method lower than the level of the law of that space.

Although it looks like the result is "condensed water polo", the route is exactly the same.

It wasn't the moment when he saw the real master~www.mtlnovel.com~ Ling Dun retreated like lightning and appeared in front of the spider monster, and the white sickle slashed at it.

Yes, that's just an idea, and it's not far from taking shape.

There is no light yet, and the thick corpse air has not yet flowed down in the dimness.

Although the highest level of alchemy can be used to condense water polo, what I understand is that there is no water element in the process of gathering just now.

"Nail", "Nail", "Nail"...

Ling Dun's eyes froze slightly, and he immediately figured out the way in his heart: "Imagination is manifested, and the source is really outside... That ability is really outrageous."

Moreover, because the old road mountain is a closed environment, the deeper the underground, the darker Su Lun is very friendly to the professionals who come inside, and it will be distorted if you are a little careless.

At the end of the stairs, it was no longer the morgue.

Mr. Jing said that Chekhov was only at the level of the left and right after he was born, and his understanding of the laws is definitely not as low as that of Lington today.

Chapter end