The blue sword, which was almost taller than Muria's body at this time, was inserted on the metal platform, and the moment Muria grasped its handle, the engraved lines on this magic machine bloomed with dazzling light, and then, this magic machine began to tremble.

If there is a roar coming from this divine machine, the tyrannical consciousness swells down Muria's palm towards his mind, and if Muria does not block this tyrannical consciousness, then he will be devoured by the divine machine and reduced to a pathetic monster.

However, this kind of thing cannot happen, and the tyrannical consciousness that wants to devour Muria is like a basin of water poured on a dam compared to Muria's will, which is meaningless.

The consciousness derived from the divine machine collapsed the moment it came into contact with Muria's will, and Muria didn't even have any extra movements, he let the divine machine amuse itself, all he did was hold the divine machine and pull it up.

Then everything was silent, the Divine Machine stopped trembling, the light on it gradually dimmed, and the whole field was silent, and the base officials who were observing Muria were stunned.

"I've already mastered the Divine Machine, right?" asked Muria, grasping the Divine Machine, which looked larger than his body, with one hand, and then looked up at the observation window above.

"Is this a mastery?" In the observation room, an officer who had fallen into a messy state turned his head to look at a researcher in a white robe next to him.

"Probably, sort of. The middle-aged man scratched the top of his head, where his hair was thinning, and his face showed an expression of uncertainty, for the situation in front of him was also beyond his knowledge.

"Are you sure there is nothing wrong with this magic machine, it is not a defective product?" The look on the face of the officer who came to observe was still very subtle, he had never seen a person who could control the process of controlling the magic machine so easily.

More than once, he had seen the process of qualified people controlling the Divine Machine, some of them wept bitterly, some roared in pain, and even some screamed in despair after being swallowed by the Divine Machine.

But it had never been so easy as in front of him, and it was as easy as playing, as if he was not holding a magic machine that could slaughter desolate beasts, but an ordinary piece of metal.

"I'm not sure about this, I need to check it out. "It's just that the researcher who came over to observe the recorded data routinely, heard the officer's question, and instinctively wanted to spray him, how could the divine machine they created have quality problems, but the situation just now made him have to change his words.

"Didn't you inspect it when you delivered it?"

"Of course, we have checked, and we can guarantee that every magic machine handed over to you is qualified. ”

When it came to his field of expertise, the researcher immediately straightened his back and replied in a sonorous voice.

"In that case, why is this happening?" asked the officer in charge of observing and reporting, pointing to Muria, who was still waiting for an answer.

"Why do you always think that the problem is with the god machine, and not with the qualified person himself?" asked the researcher with a frown.

"Fenrir, what's wrong with him?" the officer who came to observe was also in trouble, and he estimated that the reason why this time was different from what he had seen before might be due to the person who was qualified.

"But he is no different from other testers, and when he enters the base, he doesn't show anything particularly outstanding, he's just a very ordinary qualifier. ”

The officer frowned and called up all the relevant information of Muria from the data terminal in front of him, and found nothing special, the slightly prominent place was that this qualified person liked to read books and had a good talent for fighting.

But these are nothing at all in the group of qualified people at the base, and can even be said to be very mediocre. There is no way to explain the current state of affairs.

"What about people, why don't you answer me?" In the field below, Muria, who had not waited for an answer for a long time, was a little impatient, although time was meaningless to him, but it was not such a waste.

"Fenrir, the process you have just taken over the Divine Machine is different from any of our previous qualifications, so we will put you to the test next. ”

"Actual combat test?" Muriya, who was standing on the metal platform, waved the magic machine in his hand, which had become extremely honest and no different from ordinary weapons, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Okay. ”

Muriya was not disgusted by the actual combat test or something, and he also wanted to see how the performance of the god machine was.

He probably already knew the general situation of this small world, this was a very ordinary small world, and because its level was too low, it didn't even have an extraordinary power system.

And it is precisely because of this that when the evil gods began to appear in this world, they spread rapidly with an unstoppable momentum, destroying the civilization that was bred in the small world.

But the evil god erodes the world, and the world also erodes the evil god in reverse, and any world has the ability to assimilate foreign things, and the result of this small world reversely eroding the evil god is the divine machine.

The Divine Machine is a special biological weapon that combines the power of the evil god's dependents with the crystallization of civilization wisdom. This is the result of the world's rebellion against the evil gods.

Muria doesn't comment on the results of the small world's rebellion against the evil gods, but he would love to see one or more humans who have designed the gods, and ask them how crazy they are to design such a thing.

The essence of the divine machine, Muria was already clear from 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 god's family.

Therefore, the divine machine has its own will, and the remaining human forces in the world are to find qualified people, suppress the consciousness of the divine machine and then control it, and then resist the erosion of the evil gods' dependents.

Using the power of the evil god to resist the erosion of the evil god's family, which is what the remnants of the human beings in this small world did, is undoubtedly very ridiculous in Muria's opinion.

Because this kind of rebellion is meaningless, the road ahead is dark, and there is no light. It's like they've pulled out a trivial glitch from the evil god's body, and then they're trying to resist the evil god's void calamity.

If there are no accidents, the destruction of this small world is doomed, and when the evil god comes, it will be the prologue to the end, and the resistance of mankind will become a laughing stock.

With Muria's epic vision, he can foresee that without his own intervention, the future development of this world will come to an end. But now that he's here, everything is different.

"Fennir, we will throw you a thorny wolf as your opponent, please concentrate and use all your strength to slay it in the shortest possible time. ”

A slightly dry male voice rang out in the training grounds, and then the sound of machinery running again, and the metal platform on which Muria was standing began to slowly sink, flush with the ground around him.

In front of him, several gaps appeared, and then the border of a large gate was outlined, and then two heavy metal strands parted on either side, revealing a passageway.

A low roar rang out in the darkness of the tunnel, and Muria watched as a wolf-like monster covered in thorny chitin carapace slowly walked out, its eyes glowing scarlet, and foul saliva dripping from its jagged teeth.

"Don't be afraid, Fenrir, now that you're a divine emissary, you have the power to slay the beasts. ”

As if fearing that Muria would be frightened in the first battle, the voice just now sounded again, but it was comforting and encouraging Muria.

Zheng~

Muria didn't pay any attention to the sound coming from the observation room, he held the divine machine in his hand, mobilized the power contained in it, and then swung it, and a light blue sword light nearly three meters long flew out, slashing through the body of the thorn wolf that had jumped from the ground.

The sword slid through the center of the wolf's head without hindrance, then flew out along its spine, splitting it in two, and then sinking into the steel wall behind it, leaving a deep sword mark.

"Trash!"

With a sword in his hand, he spit out two words from Muria, who had killed this desolate beast in seconds, and it caused a burst of echoes in the test field where the needle had fallen and could be heard.

This desolate beast that was selected by the base to test his combat power, and now it is already cool, is a piece of garbage, because it is not a dependant of an evil god, even if it is an evil god who has just been promoted, he will not have a dependant of this strength.

Because it is too weak, the weakest of the evil god's dependents all have gold-level strength, and they will also have a vigorous vitality to match. This thing in front of me can only be regarded as the dependents of the evil god, and it is too much to be cannon fodder for the evil god.

However, Muria's fair assessment of the beast was seen by the base officers in the observation room, as well as by the researchers, as a sign of his arrogance.

"Is this what you call ordinary?" asked the researcher, glancing at the equally stunned officer next to him.

"It's decent, it's not outstanding. The officer, who suppressed the strange expression on his face, replied, and then gave an evaluation.

"What are you pretending to be with me? I've seen the Qualified Commanding Divine Machines no less than ten times, and I've seen the same number of combat power tests. ”

The researcher flicked his long hair lightly, a look of disdain on his face, and pointed at Muria, who was starting to play with the Divine Machine below, "But I've never seen anything like him." ”

"Well, I admit that he is indeed a little special, so I recommend continuing to test his combat strength. ”

"Ask Fenrir himself, he's already a qualified Divine Genius. ”

And when he heard the base ask him if he would continue to conduct the combat power test, Muria did not hesitate and directly agreed that he would study the divine machine more and see how to replace the core of the divine machine.