In the depths of the vault, a female Darrant was standing in an inconspicuous corner, watching the fanatical and obsessive figure at the end of the passageway.

It was a few minutes before she lowered her voice and asked her fellow next to her, "How long has Wells been like this?"

"It's been over a month. I think he was in a very unstable mental state, and since he found out about the boy, he has been hiding inside without eating or drinking, and he is completely dependent on absorbing energy to keep himself alive. If this continues, his organs will begin to fail, and his soul will be distorted and strengthened by the nourishment of energy. I'm sure you should understand what it means to be a Darrant caster in this state. Another woman with a terrible scar on her neck replied in a low voice.

From her anxious, worried, and vigilant eyes, it was clear that the man known as Wells had posed some sort of threat to the vault.

"Damn, has it gotten to this point? I knew it was a mistake to take him to the Vault in the first place. This guy is so obsessed with that boy of unknown origin!" The woman who spoke before couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

You must know that the souls of the Darrants who have undergone many in-depth transformations are different from most ordinary magical creatures, and have an extremely special and rare attribute, that is, energy absorption.

Especially when the physical body is weakened to a certain extent, the soul will desperately absorb the surrounding energy in order to survive, so as to ensure that after the physical body dies, it can continue to exist in another form.

Of course, if it were just that, it wouldn't have caused such a panic.

What really makes them nervous is the drastic change that occurs when soul absorption reaches a certain tipping point, as well as the terrifying impact on the surrounding environment.

The more powerful the caster, the more energy the soul absorbs, and the more severe the impact.

The most terrifying of them all, it can even tear apart all life and matter within a radius of several kilometers, turning it into the purest energy vortex.

If something like this happened inside the Vault, then all the surviving Darrants on the planet would be killed in an instant.

There is no doubt that this is a crisis that must not be allowed.

"Do you think we should take some coercive measures right now?" suggested the woman with the scar on her neck.

"Are you sure that this will not cause a more serious disaster in advance? As you mentioned earlier, his mental state is not very stable, and I think it is too risky to take coercive measures. The former shook his head and refused.

Coercive action against a Darrant spellcaster with great power?

But no fool would do that!

Regardless of whether or not it succeeds in the end, the aftermath of the battle alone will be enough to destroy some of the Vault's vital facilities.

Not to mention that in the event of a major disturbance, the Vault will be exposed to all enemies.

"What then? Shall we just let him push all of us to the brink of death step by step?" the woman with the scar on her neck subconsciously clenched the strangely shaped weapon in her hand.

You don't have to ask to know that she's ready to do it at any time.

But unfortunately, her status in the vault was obviously not enough to make decisions, and before she could take actual action, she was stopped by another woman next to her: "I said! It's too risky! Do you want to kill us all? Look at the energy that his soul absorbs and distorts, it has long exceeded the critical point." The only thing we can do at the moment is to get started with that mysterious boy. ”

The woman with the scar on her neck was obviously not an idiot, and instantly realized the mystery, and her eyes burst into a bright light: "What do you mean ......"

"I authorize you to unseal the strongest bionic alchemy puppet, Marissa with independent consciousness and personality. She has helped us dismantle the most powerful nation in the world, and she will surely be able to accomplish this mission. Remember, bring that boy back alive. ”

"Understood. ”

......

Luke was clearly unaware that he was being targeted by the hidden Darrants, and was preoccupied with cracking the intricately designed magic lock in front of him.

It has to be said that compared to the native natives who are still in the primitive use of energy, the skills mastered by the Dalents are far higher than dozens of times.

Of course, this does not refer to the destructive power of spells, but to the in-depth study of various levels.

But for some reason, such a complex, intricate, and never-before-seen magic lock, he could already understand it just by looking at the mysterious symbols flowing on the surface, and his brain seemed to be out of control, and all kinds of thoughts and thoughts kept popping up.

Eventually, with a series of extremely irregular touches, the magic lock snapped open automatically, revealing a treasure trove hidden inside the back door.

As for the giant metal battle puppets guarding the sides, they had long been smashed into a pile of scrap metal by the amazing destructive magic, and although they had not completely lost their mobility, it was almost impossible to stand up with the terrifying weight alone.

"Let me see what kind of treasure is hidden in the core of this magic fortress......"

As he spoke, Luke gently pushed open the metal door stained with dust and cobwebs.

Next Second......

The dazzling light almost blinded him!

Cast into blocks of gold and silver, all kinds of rare magical metals, and enough gems to fill a pond!

Keep in mind that these gems are not just decorations, but valuable materials that can be used to store spells or make expensive magical items.

On the shelves next to the wall, there are some interesting bottles and cans, and since the labels are written in a script unique to the Darents, he is not sure what exactly is inside.

But judging by the energy fluctuations emitted by those strange things in the bottle, eighty percent were the most valuable parts of some magical creatures.

In particular, a phalanx bone continuously exudes amazing divine power, and its owner must be a god of great strength.

Through the astonishing riches of the treasury, Luke realizes for the first time how terrible the Darrants' plundering was.

In order to satisfy their insatiable thirst for resources, they don't care about sustainable development at all, and only think about the fastest and most efficient way to completely drain a planet.

And the life and death of the aborigines living on this planet, they don't care.

Unless......

Unless there is a race of natives with a strong talent for magic!

In this way, after destroying their civilization, faith, and sense of resistance, the Darents will be thoroughly enslaved, and eventually absorbed into the vast war machine to serve as cannon fodder.