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The ceiling of the institute is open. Two large robotic arms with complex structures slowly descended.

In Roland's view, the two robotic arms were very sci-fi, reminiscent of robots on Earth, but he also knew that they were a combination of alchemy and magic, and were themselves a simplified version of the Golem, popular in cargo docks and construction sites, as they could replace human labor in carrying large warehouses and lifting heavy building materials to tall buildings.

One of the robotic arms was the first to reach into the cage, clamping down on the proboscis of the war monster, making it unable to move; Another robotic arm attempts to mount a strangely shaped weapon on the nose of a war-scourge behemoth.

"This Trofim is so smart that he actually thought of installing a smoothbore magic crystal cannon on the mammoth's nose!" Andrea had to admire.

Roland stared at the caliber of the cannon chamber, and the visual inspection was about eight centimeters, so the corresponding cannonball was likely to be 20 pounds, which was more powerful than ordinary infantry guns, and ordinary city walls could not resist it at all! After thinking about it, he couldn't help but change his face, the war scourge beast loaded with the large-caliber magic crystal cannon went to the battlefield like a self-propelled artillery, it didn't need too much, as long as there were a dozen or so, Kitland City would be really dangerous.

The Scourge Beast seemed to be aware of its next fate, let out an unwilling roar, flicked its long arm to break free from the clamp of the mechanical arm, and rushed straight to the opposite wall with a full of rage.

Rumble! The force field wall shook violently, and all the mage assistants who were working nearby were so frightened that they screamed in shock, and they all dropped their instruments and retreated.

Fortunately, the force field wall is not a physical wall, and even if the power attribute of the war scourge beast is as high as 50, it cannot be destroyed by brute force. After the tremor, the cage returned to calm, and the people breathed a sigh of relief, when the war scourge beast suddenly buried its head, and the pair of tusks with the constant "advanced magic tooth technique", equivalent to +5 magic weapons, pierced the steel plate under their feet, revealing two deep wounds, and the ivory and the steel plate rubbed into a dazzling spark.

The force field wall cannot exist out of thin air, it must be attached to some kind of entity, and now that the floor is lifted by the ivory, the force field wall has become very unstable without support, and in the blink of an eye, it will dissolve itself due to the loss of mana.

Seeing this, everyone shouted in unison, rushing to the door in an attempt to escape before the war beast got out of control. Roland and Andrea looked at each other and couldn't hide their excitement, both hoping that the war scourge beast would break free from its cage as soon as possible and make a big fuss, so they fished in troubled waters to kidnap Master Trofim.

The hall was in chaos, only Trofim stood alone in front of the iron cage, unmoved in the face of the giant beast that might break through the cage and pounce on him at any time, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a beam of lightning slammed through the iron fence on the giant beast, causing the behemoth to let out a painful and sorrowful scream, and its footsteps staggered back slowly, and its ferocity was greatly reduced.

With Trofim's cast level, the instant 3-ring lightning beam is not worth making a fuss about, and Andrea is surprised that a single lightning bolt can actually deter a mad beast.

"You didn't say that the Half-Golem is immune to magic, how can the lightning beam work on it?"

"I'm talking about immunity to most magic, in fact, whether it's a half-golem or a normal golem, there will always be one or two spells that have a special effect on it, such as lightning that can restrain the Iron Golem, making it feel painful and slow, and the same goes for the Steel Half-Golem." Roland explained in a low voice.

Andrea thought for a moment and had to admit that what Roland said made a lot of sense.

At this time, the experimenters in the hall witnessed Master Trofim personally subduing the war scourge beast, and a stone in his heart finally fell to the ground, and two servants wearing chain armor held enchanted spears close to the cage, and stabbed the war calamity beast through the fence, and the tip of the spear suddenly burst into crackling electric sparks, causing the caged giant beast to let out a wail, and slowly lie on the ground to give up resistance.

The four mage apprentices hurriedly followed, casting spells to repair the destroyed floor and reshape the force field wall.

After the turmoil, the two mechanical arms in the air fell down again, continuing the mission of installing the "Smoothbore Magic Crystal Cannon".

Punished by electric shocks, the Scourge Beast seemed to resign itself to its fate and no longer resisted, allowing the mechanical arm to inlay the heavy cannon in its nose.

After the cannon was installed, the robotic arm sent a saddle-shaped iron box with round holes into the cage and welded it to the steel armor on the back of the war scourge behemoth.

Roland noticed that the diameter of the round hole on the front of the iron box was slightly larger than the barrel, so he whispered to Andrea: "It should be an automatic ammunition supply box, the war scourge only needs to raise its nose and stuff the barrel into the round hole of the iron box on its back, and the ammunition supply box will automatically reload it with shells, if everything goes well, the whole process from ammunition supply to launch will not take more than 6 seconds; In addition, judging by the dimensions of the supply box...... Excluding the internal ammunition supply device, the remaining space for a hundred 20-pounder shells is not a big problem. ”

"It's horrible!" Andrea couldn't help but gasp, "If this kind of giant beast is mass-produced in hundreds and crushes and bombs in unison on the battlefield, not to mention that the Kitlanders can't stop it, we're afraid that the Dragon's Eye will have no choice but to raise the white flag and surrender." ”

"Therefore, Trofim must not be allowed to succeed in creating such a terrifying weapon of war!" Roland gritted his teeth and used his brain to figure out how to cause a major destruction and completely destroy the facilities in the institute.

Just as he was thinking, a shrill buzz suddenly sounded in the corner of the hall.

Trofim walked over quickly, opened a drawer and took out a "High Communication Stone", leaned into his ear and asked in a deep voice, "Brother Thorge, what is the matter with me?" ”

The voices coming from the other side could not be heard by Roland and Andrea, but based on the change in Trofim's face, it could be inferred that it was probably not good news.

"Well, I see, there are only seven little rats who broke into the heresy confession room in total? Hehe, then you have to be careful, only seven people dare to break into the core area of the war fortress, which means that the other party must have something to rely on, and I am afraid that only two vulture demons will not be able to stop them. ”

"Yes, be careful, you immediately inform the temple guards to strengthen their vigilance, don't let those cunning little rats go, and my side will activate the safety device to seal the door of the heresy confession chamber and cut off their retreat...... Okay, be careful yourself, I'm busy here, and the last shelling inspection process is still complete, goodbye. ”

Trofim cut off the call, his hands in his coat pockets, stunned. After a while, he took out an ivory-carved dice from his right pocket and threw it on the table, as if to tell the bad fortune.

Roland was eager to see the dice count, but Trofim's body blocked his vision, and he could only guess from the smile on his face that the points were not bad.

Putting away the dice, Trofim seemed to be much more relaxed, walked to the iron cage and pointed to the assistant a few words, then turned around and walked to the opposite washstand, washed his hands with water, wiped his face, carefully arranged his clothes in the mirror, and unhurriedly buttoned the collar of his shirt.

"Look at this old man, he really stinks and sinks." Andrea scoffed.

Roland couldn't laugh.

The atmosphere in the hall seemed normal, and Trofim's expression was calm, but there was a strange atmosphere that made him panic, and he always felt that something was wrong......

Looks like something big is going to happen! (To be continued.) )