"If we just keep it at a level that doesn't affect the normal operation of this world, the upper limit of the power we can use is around the demigod level. Su Xing roughly estimated that with this kind of power, the simple destructive power that can be exerted in this world that is about to usher in the active period of magic energy is roughly equivalent to a 100,000-ton nuclear bomb that can be used indefinitely without cooldown, think about it carefully, isn't this already invincible! The technical level of the eighteenth century, although there are some strange subtleties, it is impossible to resist two humanoid nuclear warheads.

Not to mention that this is just a simple destructive force, down to the atomic level of the operation, coupled with the ability to receive and analyze almost predictable information, "On the premise of not destroying this world, we can do whatever we want~"

With a slight joke, Chang'e stretched, "Next, let me show you what real technology is!"

Then, she whispered again: "It's really annoying that the world that is too fragile can't shoot to its heart's content, and when you enter the core god domain, you must pull that guy out and beat him up!"

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Although Getilla is only an afterimage of the past that has been materialized, it is still a complete world. And this has led to this world, which has no gods but has a foundation of extraordinary power, is placed in front of them like a washed white lamb.

"Cut, isn't it difficult at all!" Chang'e crossed her hands on her hips and stomped her feet quite dissatisfied, "This kind of simple defense that can be broken with a poke is simply the set of things that came with the birth of the world! Eight hundred years ago, no one would be stupid enough to use this set of things on the world source record, why is this guy still using it?"

She felt very disappointed, she originally wanted to show her hand in front of her juniors, but now it turned out that this kind of primitive permission lock that can be broken with just a touch of a finger can't show her skills at all!

Sighing, Chang'e casually stirred in the illusory light and shadow in front of her, pulled it outward, pulled out a boxy metal box from this hazy white light, and said to Su Xing: "Na, this is the most perfect technological crystallization born in this world at the end of this historical development, the final combination of magic energy and machinery manufacturing, the semi-virtual soul computer." ”

"What's the use of this thing?" Su Xing asked puzzled, taking the metal box. No matter how advanced this thing is, it is also relative to the technological level of this world, and it is useless for him to hold it.

Then he was glared.

"You definitely haven't finished your occult course!" Chang'e said angrily, "This thing often has great symbolism in the world of this half-technological, half-occult system, and this symbolism can be transformed into power through some simple rituals. To put it bluntly, this thing is a combination of the main concepts of 'magic', 'machine', 'soul', and 'technology' in the future of this world, and through it, I can change the supreme authority of the magic energy system at this point in time. ”

With her words, more than a dozen golden threads of different light and shade appeared in the air, one end of them connected to the metal box in Su Xing's hand, and the other end extended for more than ten meters before gradually fading and disappearing.

The pure moon-white light lit up on the index finger of Chang'e's right hand, and under this cold light, the four thickest and most obvious golden silk threads began to tremble violently, as if they were under tremendous pressure.

"Tsk, there's no one who looks like this. She grumbled a little irritably, retracting most of the light and concentrating on a thread of silk that kept spreading out with tiny runes.

In the face of the absolute oppressive force from the outside world, the silk thread let out an unsustainable wail after holding on for more than ten seconds, and it didn't take long for it to be dyed the same moon-white as her fingertips.

Although she successfully reversely rewrote the supreme authority of the magic energy system, Chang'e did not have any joy on her face. In Su Xing's opinion, she seemed to have encountered something that made her so entangled that she fell into a temporary stupor.

After a while, Chang'e came back to her senses, looking incredulous, "What the hell is going on with this guy! Actually using his first set of core general runes to act as the controller of the magic energy system, isn't this equivalent to putting all the secrets out for others to see!"

For the gods, though, the so-called runes, or anything else, are nothing more than embodied vehicles of their power. In other words, as long as he likes it, even the graffiti scribbled by a three-year-old child can become a kind of occult material for people to study like the runes of Rune. But even so, taking out the core general rune equivalent to one's ID number is really unheard of.

Of course, Su Xing didn't tell anyone that he didn't actually have this thing......

The tiny runes weaved into long moon-white chains with the light of her fingertips, and the long-dormanic energy in the air gradually became active under the stimulus, and when the light dissipated, an image that could be roughly classified as a humanoid creature appeared in front of the two of them.

This is the image of its gods as recorded by the world of Gettila at this point in time. Pointing to this big-headed doll that looked a little silly, Chang'e's voice felt exhausted.

No matter from which point of view, the humanoid creature that appeared in front of them was not ugly, but for some reason, it always gave Su Xing an inexplicable feeling: this guy is a fool.

With long light blue hair, duckling hairpins, plaid scarves, pumpkin hand warmers, and a pair of salted fish and cotton slippers that you can't bear to look at, this image of the god left behind in history overflows from head to toe with an aura that is named: silly.

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Pulling the trigger, the magic stone powder grinded to the point where it could pass through the No. 7 sieve made a brief but violent burn, which resonated faintly with the tiny magic circle etched into the bottom of the bullet, and with a large cloud of water spray from the muzzle, a refined blasting warhead weighing forty-two grams left the barrel of the gun, and passed through the distance of less than a kilometer between the two at a speed of six hundred and thirty meters per second, easily cutting through the blue and black armor of the armored car at the end of the line.

Tightly wrapped in a thick white camouflage suit, the gunners quickly dismantled the twenty-five-kilogram intricate mechanical artifact into twelve parts and placed them in an iron box hanging from the side of the snowmobile.

"Their engines are no longer working, catch up, glory belongs to the Federation!"