Thundered......

When Zhang Cheng passed through the portal, he was surprised to find that the tower towering in the endless void was actually expanding outward, extending out a radius of more than ten kilometers, and these lands were not boring dirt or stones.

Every meter stretched, all kinds of flowers and trees quickly grew out of the soil, and there was even a clear stream that flowed slowly along the set channel.

It can be said that in addition to the absence of various animals, this can already be called a miniature world.

Feeling the scent of plants and trees in the air, his chaotic mind seemed to begin to become clear, and he touched the unique tentacles of the Eredians on his chin and muttered, "Interesting! So this is the reason for devouring the core of the debris world?"

But before he could further observe the changes around him, a dazzling white light suddenly shot out from the top of the tower!

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!h

Zhang Cheng, who didn't have time to dodge at all, was immediately attacked, kneeling on the ground in pain and screaming.

It didn't take long for his powerful demonic body to begin to shrink, and the evil energy and shadow slowly retracted into his left eye once more.

After about five minutes, he finally returned to his human form, gasping for air.

There was no doubt that the human body was undoubtedly very fragile compared to the powerful Eredar Demon, which made him feel strongly uncomfortable.

But soon, he was drawn to the brand-new portal that towered in front of the tower.

It was a white world, a world of ice and snow, a world full of wildness and wildness......

Just as Zhang Cheng was trying to tell whether this was Skyrim Province in the classic game The Elder Scrolls, or a fantasy game or a place in the work, the originally closed tower door suddenly creaked open!

Moment!

A bulky puppet composed entirely of metal stepped out of it, bowed politely, and then greeted the urn in a loud voice, "Welcome, new master." I'm Northam, and I'm in charge of helping you manage the first level of the Tower of Space. ”

"Northen, can you tell me what you are?" Zhang Cheng reluctantly got up from the ground, and tentatively said in a rather weak tone.

Obviously, he wanted to see if the big guy in front of him was just a magical creature with a rudimentary level of intelligence, or a highest-level magical creature with a soul.

After all, although the two sound similar, they are very different in nature.

The former is like the artificial intelligence that scientists are studying, although it seems to be very powerful, but whether it is learning ability or logical operation, it is done by imitating human beings, and does not have a real sense of self-awareness.

But the latter is to use extremely powerful spells to create a new life from scratch with independent consciousness, thinking, and infinite evolutionary possibilities, just like the gods in countless myths and legends created humans.

"As you can see, I'm a metal construct and a powerful golem with the most advanced technology of the ancient Imaska Empire, able to withstand almost all attacks from high-level enchanted weapons and all magic below the Nine Rings, and if necessary, steal magic from opponents and release it......," the metal golem who called himself Northon began to gush about his origins.

But for some reason, it never mentions who its creator is.

After all, according to Dalaran's theory of magic, whoever creates and awakens the construct is usually the one who creates and awakens the construct, and the constructor will always regard that person's orders as the highest command.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng immediately interrupted the rhetoric of the construct, and asked curiously: "Nuosen, do you remember your creator?"

"Creator?" the giant metal golem fell silent when it heard this, as if searching in the deepest part of its memory.

After a full minute, it shook its head regretfully, "Sorry, I don't remember." All I remember was the last command I was given was to obey every master who could open the door. ”

"So how many masters have you served?" Zhang Cheng asked again with narrowed eyes.

"Sorry, I don't remember......" the golem shook its head again.

Apparently, an incomparably powerful force forcibly distorted and altered part of the golem's memories.

This also means that it is impossible for Zhang Cheng to get any answers and clues from the other party.

However, he had expected this to happen, so he didn't show much disappointment, and walked through the spacious entrance by himself, and while looking at the furnishings on the first floor of the tower, he said without looking back, "Tell me, Nuosen, what's interesting on the first floor?"

"Look, this is the most comprehensive alchemy test bed! There are also tens of thousands of magic potion recipes and hundreds of concoction techniques. Here is the Enchantment Table, with the help of which you can easily make magical items more powerful! Here is the Forge where you can smelt any kind of magical metal and shape it into the shape you want. On this side is the energy conversion pool, which can convert any form of energy into the attributes you need......"

With Nuosen's enthusiastic introduction, Zhang Cheng quickly figured out the situation on the first floor of the tower.

There is no doubt that it is a place to conduct all kinds of magical experiments and craft weapons and equipment, and it is also a relatively safe place to refuge.

At least compared to the dangerous magical version of the earth, there is no need to worry about attacks and interference from the outside world.

In addition to that, that energy conversion pool also gave him a feeling of brightness.

It's unclear exactly how it works, but this thing confirms his Universal Energy Plan in a way.

Since there is a magic device that can convert the energy of different attributes into each other, it means that he can do it too, but he has not found the trick yet.

While Zhang Cheng was fully immersed in the surprise on the first floor of the tower, Lavern was engrossed in the game of chess in the corridors of a high-end hotel in Tirana, the capital of Albania, a small European country.

Sitting on the opposite side was none other than Faust, who had disappeared into the world of fragments not long ago.

However, he didn't see the slightest sign of a defeat at the moment, picked up the "queen" and gently moved it forward, and said with a smile: "General! ”

"Damn!" Lavern pushed down the "eaten" pawn next to him in frustration.

But before he could admit defeat to the "king", a young man with a pale complexion suddenly burst in and whispered a few words in Faust's ear.

The latter's face instantly turned strange, and after about two or three minutes, he sighed with a wry smile: "My old friend, I'm afraid you won't believe it when you say it, the war game has undergone a little change. Just fifteen minutes ago, the entrance closed abruptly and without warning. ”

"Closed, didn't you go "personally"? Could there be an accident?" Lavern's eyes instantly sharpened.

"Ah, yes, I did go "personally". If nothing else, it should be that "I" was killed by someone who doesn't know ......"

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