Calm and sanity are essential, even in the most desperate situation, and Punk has always believed in this.

It's been five minutes since Punk entered a mysterious room, and since magic items are unusable, he has to give up on trying to use the "Arbitrary Door" spatial passage function to pass through the barrier of the wall.

Upon closer inspection, Punk could determine that at least there was no secret door or exit to the room that he could detect and use, and certainly no material supplies.

As for how sturdy this room is............ That's madness.

Punk has been experimented with many times, and even if you continuously use "Kinetic Energy Cone" + "Mana Compression" to attack a part of the alchemy wall with all your might, it is completely impossible to leave even the slightest trace on the wall!

It turns out - trying to destroy the walls of alchemy at the legendary level with the spell "Kinetic Energy Cone" at the official level is as ridiculous as a child trying to douse the sun with a water gun.

For this legendary level of defense punk, it is really out of temper, and people simply stand there, and it is impossible to cause a little damage if they let themselves attack with all their might.

"Sure enough, brute force cracking is impossible, although ............ has been expected"!

Punk muttered to himself as he approached a wall, and from a distance, the four alchemical walls were a single unit, the material of the wall radiating a dark gold hue, and the smooth, flat wall had no gaps or openings.

But after approaching the distance, the punk who uses "microscopic vision" can faintly see dense energy runes engraved on the walls at the level of "molecule" size, and the energy runoff that is slender to the molecular chain level slowly circulates in it, and the light blue light blooms with a beauty that goes straight to the heart!

These energies, which could not be analyzed or interfered with, flowed down the runes at a completely consistent speed, without any energy spilling out, not even the energy fluctuations that punks could perceive.

"Energy?flow?"

The punk was a little strange about the flow of these energies, in fact he was very puzzled by the room itself, generally a person must have a purpose in making such a room, but the punk in this room did not see any use for the time being.

"It's not like it's too small to store prisoners!"

Punk eventually gave up thinking about the usefulness of this room, there was no shortage of madmen and psychotics among the legendary spellcasters, they didn't necessarily need to build a house for any purpose, of course, it was more likely that the level of magic applied to this room was too high for Punk to even guess.

Unable to think of anything to do, Punk gritted his teeth and cautiously touched a wall with his fingers.

According to the analysis of the system, these runes inscribed on the walls do not look like defensive enchantments, because the alchemy wall does not show signs of converging energy when attacked, and its defense is carried out almost entirely on the mysterious materials that make up the walls, of course, such a defense is strong enough.

In Punk's view, most of these cumbersome and complex runes are more like a highly secret cipher, and if they want to get to the core of the deep code, there is no other way for Punk to connect their magic power into it.

It is precisely because of this speculation that Punk can only hold the mentality of a dead horse as a live horse doctor to extend the magic into the runes of the alchemy wall, although this behavior is extremely dangerous, but this is the only way Punk can choose at this time.

Anyway, Punk couldn't accept himself sitting in this small room, or he would become a level 14 caster starved to death in a secret room............ Even if there is a corpse of Trelinka, it will only prolong the process of starvation by dozens of times!

Under the punk's preoccupation, a trace of magic stretched out of his white fingertips, and then slowly, carefully and carefully connected to the alchemy wall.

At the moment when the magic filaments touched the alchemy wall, the four alchemy walls, along with the alchemy ceiling above Punk's head and the alchemy floor under his feet, instantly lit up, and colored light dots faintly appeared on the wall, and Punk knew that these were the nodes of some enchantment runes that were lit.

The energy on the alchemy walls was still running in such an orderly and unhurried manner, but the punk could sense that under the cover of the massive number of cumbersome runes, the "core" that was really hidden within these runes was slowly activated.

In the end, with the rhythm of magical energy, everything in the small room returned to calm, all the energy nodes were directly extinguished one by one, and the magical connection between the punk and the alchemy wall was also silently disconnected.

Once again, silence and tranquility returned to the mysterious room, at least on the surface.

But the gloom on Punk's face was gone, as he got the result he wanted—and now in front of him, a pale blue humanoid light floated silently in midair.

The light and shadow were just a projection, with a peculiar mark on the chest of its long mage robe, its hands in the pockets of the robe, and the face under the hood looming unclear.

Although it is not possible to trace the energy and operating principle of punk with its strength at this time, it is still clear about the optical influence of a virtual body.

But this in no way will make the punk let his guard down, and all signs can indicate that the projection in front of the punk's eyes is not simple, or that everything that appears in this mysterious room will not be simple.

Punk looked at the projection silently, the translucent pale blue humanoid figure did not seem to be illusory, but had a strange texture of facing the entity.

Without waiting for the punk to speak first, the projection began to make sounds.

It's not a sound that is transmitted by vibration, but a kind of "language" that is transmitted directly to the soul, but because of the habitual factor, punk sounds like someone is talking in his head, and if you look closely, you will find that this "language" appears in the soul almost out of thin air.

The projected sound is very cold and monotonous, with no change in tone or emotion, and it sounds completely mechanical.

But luckily, the language is a very standard lingua franca!

"Hello, lucky or unfortunate heir, welcome to the 57864128748 Nethriel Legacy Relic, I am the steward of this heritage relic, and I am also a virtual consciousness that processes the information of the heritage relic."

"Legacy Relics?Netherel Civilization?"?

Punk keenly captures two of the most crucial words in the projection discourse, the legacy of the Nethrel civilization, which sounds like an incredible opportunity, but Punk is not carried away.

He knew that the other party's presence here meant that this inheritance would not be placed quietly, where any creature that came in could take it and leave, and eighty percent needed to go through some tests or something, and it was determined that the inheritor was not a rice bucket that would only leak precious inheritances to the gods.