"No, it won't!" Horson's eyes widened as he stared at the steel parts scattered on the ground, his horror palpable.

Medilia even hid her face with her hands, leaving only a frightened beautiful eye: "It's so miserable and inhumane!" Rao is aware of the fact that Alchemy City uses human beings for experiments, but she still can't accept this reality that violates human morality.

Renault didn't know who the players were or why they were treated like guinea pigs, but one thing was for sure, the soul-preserving and body-stripping magic was a thousand times more brutal than any kind of torture in the real world.

The absence of a body is the loss of all the pleasures of being human, but that does not mean that they also lose their pain, on the contrary, the machines that retain only the soul (or are still incomplete) are constantly tormented by loneliness and loneliness.

Even the steel body is not something they can drive at will, and without the orders of the master behind the scenes, their souls can only be imprisoned in steel forever.

Renault had just come into contact with the knowledge of the soul level, and in casting the Inferno Flame, he had already discovered a trace of soul attack infused into it. This gave him a small grasp of the rules, and although superficial, he had a far more intuitive sense of the soul than the scholars and dreamers who had been gnawing at books all their lives.

He slowly crouched down, and his index finger tapped on the coffee-colored liquid running on the ground, which was viscous and had appeared hemispherical on the skin of his index finger.

It was the liquid that flowed from the splintered steel golem skull. In the dimly lit hallway, it is not very conspicuous, but it can fluoresce in a pale blue color under the scanning of energy perception, almost as obvious as a light in the night.

"This is ......" Medilia also noticed the coffee-colored viscous liquid, as a magician, the cognition at the soul level reached the level of a master. However, no matter how powerful a master is, he also needs to be sharpened in actual combat, and because he focused on the puppet general, he didn't notice these unusual liquids. She also followed Renault's example and dipped a drop of her slender finger into it. As long as she has a heart, she quickly discovers the mystery, and a ripple of joy ripples in her cold heart: "This is soul slurry!" ”

"Soul slurry? What is that? Hornen was confused, and didn't understand what there was to make a fuss about a liquid as thick as engine oil.

"Is this called soul slurry?" Judging by Renault's reaction, it was also the first time he had heard the name. However, the cognition of soul slurry is still far above that of Hosen.

Medilia narrowed her beautiful eyes, and her slender golden eyebrows were slightly moved. An indescribable charm made Lei and Huo breathe quickly and their hearts beat faster. With a smile and a smile, it is really beautiful.

Medilia delighted, "With it, we don't have to worry about the lack of faith power. She suddenly looked at Renault, her eyes full of confusion and doubt, and Renault also saw a hint of vigilance in it, as if asking: How do you know that I can convert soul slurry into the power of faith?

Without words, Renault seemed to immediately understand Medilia's doubts, and immediately waved his hand at her, explaining: "Don't get me wrong, I'm just guessing. The power of faith is a wonderful will, and I personally believe that it is the condensed embodiment of the human spirit. Psychic power is related to the individual soul of a human being, so I guess these liquids with soul energy should help you. ”

"That's all?" Medilia's frowning expression was just as fascinating, and if it weren't for reason and circumstance reminding her that the consequences of impulsiveness were serious, Renault would have almost embraced the lovely child.

"Right...... That's it. Renaud swallowed, and being with a beautiful woman was not only enjoyable, but also tormenting. But afterwards, Renault always couldn't figure out why his instinctive impulse towards Medilia was so difficult to control.

It wasn't until much later that he realized that it was the wheel of fortune at work.

"You're a man who dares to imagine." Medilia commented.

"If you dig deeper, you will find that I am still a person who dares to take action." Renault stared at Medilia with a hot, ambiguous gaze as he punned.

"Then ......" Medilia didn't seem to notice the other party's "ulterior motives", and pointed a dark gold staff on the soul slurry on the ground, and a small blue fluorescence lit up at the tip of the staff, sticking a part of the slurry to the light cluster. After a brief spell, the mass of soul slurry fell into her white jade palm in two parts. "Then please help someone who dares to take action to protect the Fa for me." As he spoke, he glanced at Renault meaningfully, turned to find a clean place to sit cross-legged.

"No problem." Renault's Adam's apple rolled, swallowed deeply, and thrust his swords into the rocky floor on both sides, blocking the front of the hallway.

Huo Sen shook his head, he was most helpless about this result. Originally, as long as Renault didn't talk much, the willful and persistent Medilia would begin to waver in her determination while caring for the safety of others. In that case, it wouldn't take much to persuade her to get out of here.

Safety is the ultimate goal of his mission, and whether the mobile city will be transferred before the arrival of reinforcements is a matter of concern for the top management of the Cross Alliance.

The beautiful blonde hair like a waterfall rises without wind, soft and elegant, like a golden oil painting in the darkness, adding a bit of beauty to this painting in the dim yellow candlelight. And her perfect body seems to be coated with a faint layer of milky white, sacrosanct, as if a fairy descended from the earth.

The hemispherical liquid in the palm of his hand gradually faded from its original brown color and turned silvery white, getting closer and closer to the aura emanating from Medilia's body. It was a divine attribute, and those two masses of soul slurry were constantly transformed and refined.

From the original incomplete soul energy, it has directly become a divine power (that is, the power of faith) that can be used by magicians. In the end, the two refined balls of soul energy appeared in the shape of a silver vortex, and they were constantly stirring and spinning, getting smaller and smaller. And the lower end of the cyclone is constantly merging into the palm of Medilia's hand.

This is the performance of Medilia in refining the soul slurry, the magic - attribute transformation, it is the energy attribute that can convert any attribute into the energy attribute that the caster wants, and it is a unique and exclusive skill of Medilia.

Even the dark or death energy that repels the divine attribute can still be her tonic, but the consumption in it is too large, and compared with the energy required for attribute transformation, it seems to be a bit more than worth the loss.

In less than five minutes, the blue color of Medilia's eyes completely turned into divine silver, and the soul slurry in her palm was all refined and absorbed, becoming part of the power of her faith. The fluttering gold gradually fell, but it didn't look messy at all, it was as smooth as a mirror before. The faint silver on his body has turned into a silver glow that lights up the corridor, and the divine aura is extremely rich, even surpassing the ice beauty in its original full state.

"You...... Upgraded ......" Huo Sen looked at the level displayed above Medilia's head - level 43, it turned out to be level 42.

Medilia stood up lightly, her sacred white robe spotless, and the dirty floor of the corridor was a non-existent person, making it seem that her temperament surpassed that of all women in the world.

"Thank you, Brother Lei," Medilia said to the Demon Swordsman in a grateful tone, "After extraction, the soul slurry not only enriches the power of overdrawn faith, but also directly increases my level. ”

Renault smiled lightly: "Helping others is helping yourself." Besides, these things called soul slurry are also something that only you can absorb. By the way, since they can increase your level, then quench the rest of the soul slurry together. ”

Medilia said: "There's no need, the way the magician is upgraded is different from other players, as long as I pray to the gods every day, my experience points will automatically increase." The method of absorbing soul slurry is really tyrannical, and it is better to refine it into the power of faith to promote the use of the 'Otherworldly Cage'. ”

The sorcerer is indeed an anomaly, and it is the first time that Renault has heard that he can increase his experience without relying on the soul power of monsters. While some life skills, such as cooking and fishing, also gain a certain amount of experience based on the number of times they are used and the difficulty of their use, it is unheard of to increase the player's level directly by praying.

Once the energy is replenished, the next tempering becomes easy and fast. Soon, the soul slurry that flowed from the steel golem's skull was all converted into the energy of the power of faith, and it was contained in a bottle that had just been poured out of magic potion.

Medilia added an anti-spill spell to the outside of the blue crystal bottle, carefully tucked it into the storage compartment around her waist.

"Let's go, I'll keep going." Lei and Huo heard a trace of joy and excitement from Medilia's pleasant voice, and the two looked at each other and smiled, which was a helpless wry smile.

……

In another part of the Mobile City, Li Weilun's face became more and more ugly, until the puppet general was swallowed up by the spatial crack, and his pure white face could not hide his anger. The three generals beside him were unusually calm, and the other three old men in bachelor's robes looked strange: one of them had beads of sweat on his forehead, his collar horns were wet with sweat, and his eyes were full of anger, resentment, and helplessness, while the other two scholars looked sarcastic and a little gloating, as if they were watching the former's jokes.

"Damn!" The angry scholar finally spoke, "It's space magic!" Who is she sacred? ”

The tall scholar next to him sneered, "Your so-called masterpiece doesn't seem to be very good?" It's a shame that you just boasted about Haikou. ”

The angry scholar turned his head to stare at the tall man, and the anger in his eyes seemed to erupt: "You try it again, synthetic alchemist?" ”

The tall scholar scoffed, "Are you threatening me, Fullmetal Alchemist?" ”

Another scholar with a gloomy face persuaded: "Okay, okay, everyone is a colleague, why bother hurting everyone's harmony for a little thing." That was said, but the look in his eyes as he looked at the Fullmetal Alchemist was distinctly disdainful.

The alchemist of Fullmetal is a short scholar, fat and short, he already has a heart that is easily injured, especially the contempt of his peers, which is the most intolerable for him, and he immediately has a hot temper, roaring: "Biochemical alchemist, don't pretend to be a good person, who doesn't know your mouth honey belly sword." ”

The biochemical alchemist shrugged his shoulders and pretended to be innocent, but his face was unbeaten.

"Enough!" Li Weilun shouted angrily, "The matter of intrigue will be talked about later, if you still have 'future'!" Li Weilun's words aroused the vigilance of the three of them, and they finally remembered that in this mobile city, Li Weilun, as the city lord, had the power to kill and kill, even if the word "temporary" needed to be added to the name of the city lord.