Summoner of Miracles

~: 1484 "It does not belong to you." (seeki

Wanrong Alchemy, 13 floors underground.

In this extremely large-scale magic refinery, at this moment, there are still many students of Wanrong Alchemy Department who are busy, while operating a variety of instruments, while checking the operation of one piece of equipment, Even in the record, the reactions in the magic furnaces were truthfully recorded, and a report was prepared and submitted to Luo Zhen for review.

After all, although the students of Wanrong Alchemy are here to help with research, the most important thing they can do is to help supervise and operate the instruments, which is commonly known as the layman. It is Luozhen who really decides the condition of this facility.

Whoever makes the pieces of equipment here is basically built by Luo Zhen, not only the most used materials are the materials of the world, but also the runes and the various kinds of techniques used in the magic furnace. Is it not understood by people in this world?

Therefore, all the technologies here can only be provided by Luo Zhen. In addition, Luo Zhen has various precautions. Even the powerful Wan Rong alchemists and research experts can't understand everything here. Luo Zhen does not need to worry that the technology used here will be stolen. Just pay attention to not being destroyed, then it will be foolproof.

It’s a pity, I’ve said it before, because there are people who come in and out of the relationship every day. In defense, it’s still a lot weaker.

Therefore, today, it was finally attacked.

"Hey!"

When the elevator gate leading to this magic refinery was blasted open and exploded like an explosion, when the heat wave and the blast broke out, the students in the refining factory were all scared. .

"How is it?!"

"What happened!?"

One student suddenly panicked.

But at this time, the initiator has already appeared.

"Cough!"

The blue blood is still spurting out from the other's mouth, and the hard skin on the body is restored to its original state under the extraordinary regenerative capacity.

"Is it here?"

Reyal looked around the refinery and finally showed a mad smile.

And seeing the huge size and surrounded by the hard skin of the Real, the students of the Wanrong Alchemy Department all screamed.

"Magic beetle?"

"It's a magic beetle!"

"Flee!"

"Flee away!"

The students immediately fell into panic and fled quickly.

Real did not pay attention to these fish, and strode to the depths of the magic refinery.

Not long after, Real arrived in front of the magic furnace.

"Ah,"

Seeing the magical flame burning in the furnace, Real opened his eyes, made a moving voice, and still trembled.

The instinct of being alienated tells Reyal that the flame that appears in front of his own eyes is the most supreme force in the world.

It is so mysterious.

It is so holy.

Although it has not yet been fully formed, Real can feel that even this is the power.

"Sure enough, the woman did not lie to me, there is really the strongest power here!"

Real is ecstatic.

"As long as you have it!"

As long as you have it, you can become the strongest, and give that human being a corpse.

That being the case

"It belongs to me!"

Only possible to belong to yourself, there is no second possibility.

Real's heart is filled with such greed.

Unfortunately

"It doesn't belong to you."

A cold, indifferent voice sounded without any warning behind Real.

"!"

At this moment, Real only felt that his back was cold, and the whole person was in a frenzy.

Dangerous hazard hazard hazard hazard hazard hazard hazard!

In the heart of Real, there is an endless sense of crisis.

This allowed the Real to turn around without hesitation, transporting the collapse, facing his rear, and smashing a blade.

"Hey!"

The wind rolled up, forming an invisible shackle, smashing the air, and under the sharp sound of the air, cut to the back of the Real.

however

"laugh!"

Almost at the same time, a three-color sword light accompanied by the sound of electric shocks, resolutely fallen.

"Hey!"

The invisible scorpion was smashed into two halves by the three-colored sword light, and dissipated.

The other party, just a white shoulder short hair and a veil worn on the head swayed under the dissipating wind, the body did not appear a slight shake.

Until this moment, Real saw the people who appeared behind him.

It is a dark color of the skin, covered with mysterious lines, wearing exotic costumes, holding three-colored lightsaber, and a pair of ruby-like white girls.

The white girl looked at the Real, and there was no emotion in her eyes, so that Real had a scalp tingling and a feeling of trepidation.

Intuition tells Real, the girl in front of her is the most dangerous existence she has ever encountered.

"Who are you?!"

Ray Allen screamed with guilt.

In this regard, the girl has only one sentence.

"My name is Attila."

Attila lifted the lightsaber in his hand and pointed it to Real.

"Are you the enemy of the Lord?"

As soon as this was said, a magical horror surged in Attila's body.

That is no longer pure magic, but like Luo Zhen, the real magic is compressed to the limit.

As Luo really enchanted, and as a real follower, Attila now got the high magic provided by Luo Zhen because of the relationship with Luo Zhen.

In view of this, Attila's strength has also been reborn and become even more terrible.

In the face of such Attila, Real is afraid.

Yes.

Fear.

Being stared at by Attila's eyes, Real has a feeling of being pegged by a prehistoric giant, and his heart is full of fear.

"Hey!"

In the end, Real’s heart was crushed by fear, and he could not help raising his hands and running up the collapse.

This is the last struggle that Real can make.

then

"Hey!"

The tri-color sword light slammed like a thunder, and the real skin with a striking defensive power on the real was cut like a paper, and the real was broken.

A lot of blue blood sprinkled around and dyed the color on the ground.

Real was slowly fell down by a body divided into two.

In his body, whether it is magic, curse or breakage, all of them are dissipated.

Attila holding the tricolor lightsaber did not know when, standing in front of the Real.

"This is the power that leads him to the end. No one is qualified to touch."

With such words, Attila turned around and turned into a fog of silence, disappearing.

No one knows that there is a terrible slave who has been guarding here. Only the body that is divided into two on the ground is like a dead man, and there is no life.