Chapter 1112 Sad Weapon
This blue sword, which is almost taller than Morea's body at this time, was inserted on the metal table. When Morea held its handle, the engraved lines on the divine machine bloomed. Dazzling light, and then, this divine machine began to vibrate.
If there is a roaring sound from this divine machine, the tyrannical consciousness will flow towards his mind along the palm of Moreya's hand. Once Morea does not block this tyrannical consciousness, then he will be swept away by the divine machine. Devoured, reduced to a pathetic monster.
However, this kind of thing is impossible. The tyrannical consciousness that wants to devour Morea is like a basin of water poured on a dam compared to Moreya's will. ,Meaningless.
The consciousness derived from the divine machine collapsed the moment it came into contact with Moria's will. Moria didn't even have any extra actions. He let this divine machine amuse himself. All he did was just Hold the magic machine and pull it up.
Then everything was quiet, the divine machine no longer trembled, the light on it gradually dimmed, the entire venue was silent, and the upper floors of the base who were observing Morea were stunned.
"Am I already in control of the magic machine, right?" Morea grabbed the magic machine that looked bigger than his body with one hand, and then raised his head and asked to the observation window above.
"Does this count as controlling the magic machine?" In the observation room, an officer who was already in a messy state turned to look at a researcher in a white robe beside him.
"Probably, that's it." The slightly older-looking middle-aged man scratched the top of his head, whose hair was getting thinner and thinner, and also showed an uncertain expression on his face, because the situation in front of him was also beyond his understanding.
"Are you sure there's nothing wrong with this magic machine, it's not a defective product?" The expression on the face of the officer who came to observe is still very subtle. He has never seen anyone's magic machine control process so easily.
He has seen more than once the process of a qualified person taking control of the divine machine. Some of them wept bitterly, some roared in pain, and some were even swallowed by the divine machine and roared in despair.
But it has never been so easy as in front of him. It is as easy as playing. It seems that his hand is not a magical machine that can slaughter wild beasts, but an ordinary piece of metal.
"I can't be sure about this, I need to check it." The researcher who came over to observe the recorded data on a routine basis heard the officer's question and instinctively wanted to spray him. How could there be quality problems in the magic machine they made, but The situation just now made him have to change his words.
"Did you not check it when you delivered the magic machine?"
"Of course it has been checked. We can guarantee that every magic machine handed to you is qualified."
When it comes to his field of expertise, the researcher straightened his back immediately and answered in a sonorous voice.
"If this is the case, why does this happen?" The officer in charge of observing and reporting pointed to Morea, who was still waiting for an answer, and asked.
"Why do you always think that the problem lies with the magic machine, not the qualified person?" The researcher asked back with a frown.
"Fenrir, what's wrong with him?" The officer who came to observe was also in trouble. He estimated that the reason why this time was different from what he had seen before might be because of this qualified person.
"But he is no different from other testers. After he entered the base, he did not perform particularly prominently. He was just a very ordinary qualified person."
The officer frowned and pulled all the relevant information about Morea from the data terminal in front of him,
I didn't find anything special, but what stood out a little was that this qualified person likes to read books and has a good fighting talent.
But these are nothing in the group of qualified people at the base, and it can even be said to be very mediocre. There is absolutely no way to explain the current situation.
"Where is the person? Why didn't you answer me?" In the field below, Morea, who had not waited for an answer for a long time, became impatient. Although time was meaningless to him, it was not a waste of time.
"Fenrir, the process of your control of the magic machine just now is different from any of us who are qualified before, so we will conduct a practical test on you next."
"Combat test?" Standing on the metal platform, Morea waved the magic machine that had become unusually honest, no different from ordinary weapons, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Row."
Morea is not disgusted by the actual combat test, he also wants to see how the performance of the magic machine is.
He has probably already understood 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 it is precisely because of this that when the family of the Heretic God began to appear in this world, they spread rapidly and unstoppably, destroying the civilization that was born in the small world.
But the evil god erodes the world, and the world also erodes the evil god in reverse. Any world has the ability to assimilate foreign objects, and the result of this small world eroding the evil god in reverse is the divine machine.
The magic machine is a special biological weapon created by combining the power of the evil god's family and the wisdom of civilization. This is the result of the world's rebellion against the evil gods.
Moreya would not comment on the achievements of the small world's resistance to the evil god, but he would like to see one or more humans who designed the magic machine, and ask them how crazy they are to design this kind of machine. thing.
The essence of the divine machine was already understood by Moreya the moment he held it. The appearance of this weapon looked like it was made of metal, but its core was the activated flesh and blood of the evil gods.
Therefore, the gods have their own will, and the remaining human forces in the world are to find qualified people with qualifications, suppress the consciousness of the gods and control them, and then resist the erosion of the evil gods.
Using the power of the evil god to resist the erosion of the followers of the evil god, this is what the remaining humans in this small world do, which is undoubtedly very ridiculous in Moreya's view.
Because this resistance is meaningless, the road ahead is dark and there is no light. They are like pulling out a trivial burr on the evil god, and then intend to resist the evil calamity of the evil god.
If there is no accident, the destruction of this small world is doomed. When the evil god comes, it will be the prelude to the end, and the resistance of mankind will become a laughing stock.
From the perspective of Morea's epic, he can foresee that the future development of this world will come to an end if he does not intervene. But now that he is here, everything is different.
"Fennir, we will throw a thorn wolf on you as your opponent, please focus and use all your power 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, and the metal platform on which Morea stood began to sink slowly, level with the surrounding ground.
On the wall in front of him, a few gaps appeared, and then the frame of a gate was outlined, and then two heavy metals were separated to both sides, revealing a corridor.
In this dark corridor, a low roar sounded, and then Morea watched as a wolf-shaped monster covered with thorn-like chitin carapace slowly walked out, his eyes emitting scarlet rays of light, and stinky saliva. dripping from between its jagged teeth.
"Fenrir, don't be afraid, now you are a magician, and you have the power to kill wild beasts."
It seemed that he was worried that Morea would be afraid in the first battle. The voice just sounded again, but it was comforting and encouraging Morea.
Zheng~
Moreya ignored the sound coming from the observation room at all. He held the magic machine in his hand, mobilized the power contained in it, and then waved, a light blue sword light nearly three meters long flew out, swiping across the The body of a thorn wolf jumping up from the ground.
The sword light sank into the middle of the head of the sub-thorn wolf without hindrance, then flew out along the spine, split it in two, and then sank into the steel wall behind it, leaving a deep sword mark. .
"Rubbish!"
With a single sword, Morea, who killed the wild beast, spit out two words, which caused echoes in the test field where the needles could be heard, clearly audible.
This desolate beast, which was selected by the base to test his combat power, is now a piece of garbage, because it is not a family member of the evil god, and even a newly promoted evil god will not have a relative with such strength.
Because it is too weak, the weakest members of the Heretic God's family have gold-level strength, and they will also have a strong vitality to match. This thing in front of him can only be regarded as the family member of the evil god's family, and it is too annoying to be a cannon fodder for the evil god.
However, Morea's pertinent evaluation of this wild beast, in the eyes of the base officers and researchers in the observation room, is his arrogance.
"Is this what you call ordinary?" the researcher asked, glancing at the officer beside him who was also a little confused.
"It's quite satisfactory, it's not outstanding." The officer who suppressed the strange expression on his face replied, and then gave his evaluation.
"What are you pretending to be with me? I have seen the qualified person control the divine machine no less than ten times, and I have seen the same number of combat power tests."
The researcher shook his long hair lightly, with a look of contempt on his face, and pointed to Morea who was starting to play the magic machine below, "But I have never seen one like him."
"Well, I admit that he is indeed a bit special, so I suggest continuing to test his combat power."
"Ask Fenrir himself for his opinion, he is already a qualified magician."
And when he heard the base asking him whether to continue the combat test, Morea did not hesitate and agreed directly. He would study the magic machine more to see how to replace the core of the magic machine.