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It can't be said that the body is as light as a swallow, and it is also as fast as flying.

"Haha, it feels great!" Yuan Huang laughed alone like this, while running forward in the forest, his mood was indescribably happy!

Not only do the metal prosthetic legs seem to have grown out of nature, but even the weakened body that was originally caused by beatings, sleepiness, and malnutrition has regained a lot of strength. Originally, he was only 15 years old, and he was as weak as the old man, and his feet were weak when he walked, but now he finally regained the abundant physical strength that he should have at this age. After running two or three hundred meters, he began to pant and threw his feet without stopping, which was a good physical strength for a mage.

It's just a potion, it's amazing.

Angel! She must be a beautiful and kind angel sister! How else could you have such a magical healing potion?

Yuan Huang began to fantasize about the celestial woman who had only heard her voice but had not seen her - on weekdays, she must have always saved the dead and helped the wounded, concocted intensive healing potions, and her appearance was as beautiful as her heart. The pictures of beautiful angels in the book can't help but come to mind.

Then it dissipates.

Because before he knew it, he had rushed to the scene of the explosion of the small cylinder. The illusion of angels and other things was quietly replaced by the fierce gods and evil devils with teeth and claws, because the scene in front of them really had nothing to do with the good angels.

A huge hemispherical pit with a diameter of two or three hundred meters and a depth of more than one hundred meters was impressively displayed in front of Yuan Huang. It's too big, and the scale of the scare to death is huge. Just now, Yuan Huang was still shuttling quickly in the dense forest, and after bypassing a few trees that blocked his vision, he suddenly stood on the edge of the big pit, and almost fell down. I can't see the other side clearly, and I have to turn my neck sharply to see the left and right. He accidentally touched a small rock with his toes, which rolled down the steep curved pit wall and did not reach the bottom for a long time.

"This, this is simply a ...... of destruction"

The word "magician" could not be spoken, like a fish bone stuck in Yuan Huang's throat. He couldn't help but cover his mouth with his hand. There used to be a large forest, flowers, birds, insects, and a boulder taller than a tree, but now there is nothing left. He really couldn't think of anything else except the "magician who destroyed the world" in the mythical story.

Legend has it that there was a magician who destroyed the world and destroyed the "Hundred Years of Prosperity" with a single magic. Because of the panic caused by the public, the author of the book publicly apologized, saying that the so-called "mage of the world" was just a fictional character in entertainment books, but many people still believe that it is real. A few seconds ago, Yuan Huang didn't believe that a single magic could cause the power of destroying the entire Ancient Dynasty, yes, he didn't believe it a few seconds ago.

If such a terrifying power exploded in the middle of the royal city...... Thinking of this, Yuan Huang couldn't help but shudder. Angel? It would be a bit hasty to judge this way based on the fact that it came from heaven.

It's not fire-based magic.

Not to mention the dark purple and black color of the huge sphere at that time, there was not even a single ember at the scene. It's not the kind of magic energy impact that blows off Yuan Huang's left leg, otherwise there will be very obvious traces of mana left on the scene.

It wasn't fire magic, it wasn't magic impact, and he really didn't understand what caused it. Magic always has to follow a certain principle, and it works according to a certain law. The systems that can inflict such exaggerated power are not fire or magic......

A new system of magic?

He crouched down, feeling a half-cut weed leaf in his hand, thinking that maybe it was a new system. Because after the explosion, the blade not only had no scorch marks, but also had a smooth and neat cut surface as if it had been cut off by a swordsman. If you look closely, all the trees around you are like this, and it is hard to tell whether they were caused by explosions or slashes, and the lush and dense woods are filled with the giant soup spoons of the gods and demons like digging out cakes.

"Maybe it wasn't an explosion, but an erasure out of thin air?" Yuan Huang touched his chin and pondered, and suddenly found that there was something at the bottom of the pit, different from the dark brown soil around it, a cyan object that exuded a slight luster, very small.

What is it?

I thought I should go down to the bottom of the pit and make sure that the Prophet was dead, but now I made up my mind.

He pulled the weeds and tumbled down the big pit, and the foot was very steep. Thinking about how to come up in a while, this kind of thing is already too late because of impulse.

Grass break.

Slippery feet.

Roll to the bottom of the pit.

Fortunately, the giant crater was hemispherical, and it was steep at first, but then it eased up, and Yuanhuang was not injured. He stood up and dusted off the dirt from his body and went straight to the center of the pit. Since there was nothing around, only the cyan object was very conspicuous, and Yuan Huang quickly found it.

Take it in your hand and look at it carefully.

couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth high, and let out a low chuckle.

You can't go wrong! This is a relic of the Prophet!

It is a fragment of a cyan slate carved with an unknown pattern, and the texture is incomparably hard and bright. Yuan Huang had seen the prophet a few times when he was bathing, and the latter made it into a pendant and wore it around his neck for a moment, but now there was no lanyard. It is rumored that this is an artifact fragment left by the gods at the time of the opening of the world, which is indestructible and has great divine power. Of course, this is all nonsense in the market - if it is "indestructible", how did it become so many pieces? If he really had "great divine power", how could the prophet still end up in a field of forced seclusion in the red dust?

…… But......

Yuan Huang looked around, everything would be dug up and disappeared without a trace, except for this artifact fragment. Maybe it's really "indestructible" or not.

He slipped the artifact fragment into his pocket and began to look around for the others. "It's a pity that his top-level equipment is ......" Yuan Huang couldn't help but sigh as he recalled the staff entwined by the Razer Golden Eagle, and the handsome cloak like the Flowing Star Sea. Originally, I hoped to find the prophet, but sure enough, there was not even a scum left.

To his surprise, he found a second artifact fragment!

Another piece, partially buried in the soil, so it was found late.

"Two pieces? Well? Yuan Huang blinked again and again, carried the artifact fragments in his hands, and looked left and right, "This is a prophet's, and I recognize the shape and pattern." The other piece is not in the right shape, and the pattern has never been seen, whose is it? "It's either one of those paladins, or all of the Red Shadows, and the intuition is that the former is more likely.

It's really a great disaster, and good things are coming one after another.

The short spear exploded immediately after the magic of the destruction of the world, which was evidence of the death of the Red Shadow. And the two artifact fragments in his hand further confirmed that the prophet and his party had all died. That perverse old bastard is finally dead! He's dead!

Yuan Huang looked up to the sky and laughed a few times.

…… But for some reason there is no happiness as imagined.

It stands to reason that the person he hated the most in his heart had finally turned to ashes, and he should have been ecstatic, why did he feel a sense of loss in his heart when he confirmed with his own eyes that the prophet had no chance of survival. Yuan Huang also has a shallow life experience, and he has not yet realized how much impact the inability to "personally" kill the enemy will have on him in the future, and he is still very happy now.

By the way, I'll go back and flip through the books, and the old bastard's study must have literature on artifact fragments and celestial palaces.

"You really can't die well, haha!"

Yuan Huang inserted the strange staff he had obtained from the Heavenly Palace into the back of his padded jacket and began to climb up with his hands and feet. Although there are neat pit walls like slicing tofu everywhere, it is still ordinary soil, and with the three sharp toes of the metal prosthetic legs that can be easily inserted into the soil, it is not difficult to climb onto the ground.

Pity. I wonder if that old bastard repented before he died.