Mages tend to be known for their omnipotence, while psychic manicers are known for their weirdness and changeability.

But there are some enemies that most psychic warlocks are unwilling to face, such as necromancy, insects, plants, constructed creatures, and so on. These enemies either have no mind or are extremely immune to psychic abilities.

The mechanical figures in these halfling ruins are a type of constructed creature. Tireless, without fear, it is truly the perfect tool for combat.

Due to the lack of magic in the era of the halfling civilization, these traps are different from the golems of later generations. Golems have no joints, they are solid metal bumps, and they rely on incredible magic to move flexibly. The joints of the mechanical figures are elaborate, using levers, hinges and gears to move.

The energy of the golem generally comes from the imprisoned earth elemental soul. Muhadi didn't understand what the agency people were driving at all.

No matter what they do, they are obviously a great source of energy. Regardless of the rest, it is extremely incredible that it will still function after tens of millions of years.

There is another mystery that hangs over the Robot people, how do they cooperate with each other?

Muhadi also encountered several Mechanics in the outer ruins, but they did not cooperate with each other, so it was not difficult to deal with them. The mechanics here are completely different, not only are they rusty, but they are still brand new. And they work well together, with both legs and legs, which is very tricky to deal with.

Psychic warlocks have several guesses, one is that the mechanics rely on sound waves outside of human hearing to communicate with each other. However, he concentrated on taking a closer look with his synaesthesia ability, but there was no trace of this. In the same way, the organists do not rely on non-visible light to communicate with each other. Otherwise, Muhathir could have felt it.

Dodging the incoming swords and crossbows, Muhadi wondered if he had missed something.

Sound and electromagnetic waves are impossible, the telemancer wondered, is that psionic communication, but he didn't feel psionic fluctuations. Could it be gravitational waves, or quantum entanglement? It's too high-end, and Muhathir doesn't think the halflings will use these technologies.

A halfling of the Blue Age, known for his biotechnology. Muhati suddenly thought of this, so could these people mimic the way certain creatures communicate?

But on second thought, the Psychic almost dismissed the idea, insects use hormones to send messages, and whales sing in the sea, but this is essentially based on taste and sound waves. And Muhati had already looked closely, there was no suspicious sound, no strange smell.

The Mechanics didn't care what the Psychic was thinking, they just stepped up their attacks to eliminate the intruders. Muhadi was unbearable, if it weren't for the fact that he was always against a wall, the machine people couldn't use it, only three or four stepped forward to attack, and more just watched the battle, he would have been terrible a long time ago.

As he fought, Muhadi also summed up some experience in fighting with the organists. For example, when these iron guys attack, he is accustomed to first raising his sword and slashing, then followed by a horizontal slash, and finally a pick at the bottom of the diagonal slope. There were only a dozen moves back and forth between these traps, and they would not be able to change the battle, and Muhadi saw with his own eyes that several enemies chased him to the corner of the wall or followed by a stab, and as a result, the sword got stuck in the wall.

Also, he now can't jump because of the mechanical figures made by the halflings. Originally, the iron guys were shorter than humans and couldn't jump, so they couldn't hit Muhadi's head. If they weren't all armed with biocrossbows, the Psychomancer would have wanted to use his spider ability to run through the ceiling.

Muhadi was cornered into another corner by several mechanics, his dagger stuck in the elbow of an enemy. At that moment another enemy attacked, and Muhadi took advantage of the moment when he raised his sword to slash, and flew up and kicked it against the metal armor in its chest. The machine man was kicked and fell back and flew upside down.

Although Muhati kicked his opponent away, he also suffered. These machines are made of metal, and although they are not large, they are solid in weight. The telemancer felt as if he had been kicked in an iron plate, and his toe bones were about to shatter.

The kicked trap fell to the ground on its back, struggling to get up. Originally, the formation of these enemies was tight and invulnerable, but there was such a guy in the middle, but he was out of order.

The man who fell down seemed to be drunk, waving the sword in his hand as he got up, but his center of gravity was always unsteady and he couldn't stand up. Thanks to his obstruction, Muhadi seized a flaw and once again carved a way out of the machine.

The Psychic Warlock turned his head and saw that the enemy was chasing and killing again, and even the person who had caused the trouble had gained a foothold and returned to normal.

Now, Muhati finally understands how these enemies can exchange information with each other and cooperate seamlessly.

The speculations of the telemancer were all based on the fact that the machine people completed the communication on their own, and they didn't think that maybe these iron guys were just part of a combat system.

The man who had been kicked over gave Muhadi a strong hint that it seemed to have lost contact with its companions when it fell to the ground, and when it got back on its feet, it was back to normal. Muhati knew that the halfling building could also be said to be a living creature, so it was likely that the Dome itself acted as the nervous system of the Machine, connecting all the Machinemen standing on it.

In this way, it can be explained why those people on the periphery of the ruins do not know how to cooperate at all. There is no barrier protection outside, and it has been ravaged by the red tide, and the ** building has long been completely destroyed, and it cannot play the role of auxiliary communication.

Muhati revealed his opponent's secret and relaxed slightly. He looked left and right, and now a corridor was not far from him, which was a perfect opportunity.

This was probably his only chance, the Psychic Warlock's aura had consumed too much before, and even if he had recovered a little now, it would only barely be enough for him to show one or two abilities. If this attempt is unsuccessful, then he will be overwhelmed by the Organists.

He took a deep breath and flew down on one of the Traps, knocking it to the ground. The machine man raised his sword and was about to slash, but he was unexpectedly knocked over by the telemancer. The traps next to them immediately attacked from both sides, and the ones behind filled in the empty seats to prevent the psychic warlocks from escaping.

Muhathir was prepared for this, and he dodged two sharp swords from the left and right, and kicked another machine man with both hands on the ground. The two mechanics twisted their bodies to stand up, but it only made the scene more chaotic and prevented more mechanics from stepping forward to support.

The Psychic Warlock ran wildly, unable to dodge attacks from all directions. Luckily, there were no new injuries to his body, except for the sword on his back.

The authorities rushed up to dismantle Muhati in eight pieces. The latter rushed into the hallway, concentrating and showing off his abilities.

It's an ability that blasts destructive energy from the Psychic Warlock's hands, but instead of the Traps in hot pursuit, the floor of the hallway. In the face of the power of this ability, the coral-textured ground crumbled and shattered like sand.

The area hit by the ability has darkened a bit, and the surface has become loose. When the pursuing mechanics set foot in this area, they immediately danced as if they were drunk, unable to attack normally. The traps that followed behind were blocked and could not pursue.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Muhadi managed to escape from the encirclement of many enemies.

The halfling claimed that he wanted to change history and stop the Red Tide from exploding. Even in the process of escaping, Muhadi did not stop thinking. It sounds incredible, but if he had succeeded, the Azure Age would not have ended, and Athas today would not have become a desert world, still covered by vast oceans and lush forests.

Until the end of the Teal Age, new species will not rise and replace halfling civilization. Muhadi didn't know if he would disappear as a traverser, but he was sure that the Atas he knew would cease to exist.

So, that halfling must be stopped.

But how to stop it, Mohathir has no clue.

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While dodging the traps, the Psychic Warlock came to an eerie area of the building.

Due to the protection of the shield, the halfling buildings in the core area are very well preserved, and most of the places are clean and tidy, and even clear inscriptions and symbols can be seen. But nothing lasts long without the effects of time, and an area of the building is still distorted.

According to the projection that appeared in the sky, this area was originally an area for storing microorganisms and various parasites. Now it seems that it is clear that the creatures stored here have leaked, so the place has been corrupted.

The old metal walls were rusty, and the hallways were filled with rotting corpses and unspeakable droplets of disgusting fluid, drops of blood and plasma leaking into the air through the cracks in the rusted machinery, pus and slurry oozing from every inch of the floor.

Once indestructible, the base plate of the culture medium, covered with fine porcelain and pure gold plates, is now occupied by the synovium of living diseased flesh. Ulcerated bone fragments and rotten teeth protrude outward from each surface. The fleshy walls were full of rotting and twisted faces, and Muhadi could feel the fluctuations of the souls who had lived and died here with his psionic energy, and their screams and wails seemed to emanate from within the walls.

The buildings and machinery here seem to have become living creatures. The rotten shells were crawling with fat white maggots, the foul-smelling air was crowded with green flies, and the sticky droplets were like warm rain falling overhead.

What's even more terrifying is that there are monsters here.

Some ancient halflings have died here, their bodies turning into beds of disgusting creatures. The staggering, disgusting, distorted things are hard to see in their original shape. They were swollen and covered in abscesses. The rotting corpse was filled with a huge engine, and a garden with shiny boils was nurtured in the once beautiful garden.

Muhadi navigated the silent and terrifying corridors, not even daring to approach the strange and twisted mass of creatures. It's not difficult to do this, as these weird creatures tend to only squirm slowly. But it's much harder to avoid the miasma that comes out of them, because it fills almost every breath of air here. The only thing Muhathir could console himself with was that most of these plagues and toadstools were ancient creatures for halflings, and they might not have much power on him thousands of years later.

There are no people here, only the parts of the people scattered here and there, scattered everywhere, and all of them are rusty. But here it has its own dangers.

Some of the walls used to have dark compartments for the Trap to hide, but they have been replaced by weird and terrifying growths. The dripping sphincter aligns the sides of the hallway, periodically expelling the dirt. Sensing someone approaching, they spasmed and coughed up a stream of corrosive shards, each capable of burning through Muhadi's body. In order to avoid being contaminated with shards of viscous bile squirting everywhere, the psychic mancer walked extremely carefully, praying that he would not make a big mistake at every step.

As he walked, he regretted that this place might be even more dangerous than being surrounded by the authorities, and he looked around to find a shortcut to leave.

Due to the psychic man's concentration and fatigue from continuous combat, he didn't even notice the enemy's approach in advance.

As Muhati walked, he suddenly had a strong sense of crisis in his heart. As soon as he turned around, he saw that the black flying insects seemed to be an endless torrent, buzzing towards him. The Psychic Warlock had never seen such a battle before, and frantically waved his arms to drive away these annoying bugs.

A large figure appeared at the end of the hallway, surrounded by an endless swarm of flies, like a writhing cloud. From a distance, the blanket made of blighted flies distorted the monster's shape, making it difficult for psychic warlocks to see what it was.

It wasn't until he got closer that Muhati confirmed the monster's appearance. Its lower body resembled an incredibly fat maggot, with blistering mucus underneath, dozens or even hundreds of finger-thick tentacles writhing back and forth around the mouthparts in front of it, and the toothless flesh hole in the middle with layers of folds resembled both a mouth and an anus.

The fat maggot had half a human body in front of it, and its heavily armored body was covered with rotten bones and rotten skin, and behind it was the chimney of the mutant fly's nest, in which countless swarms of flies were buzzing. Although it seemed to be slow, it was not long before it was in front of the Psychic Warlock.

Looking at this disgusting, dirty, blasphemous monster in front of him, Muhadi's biggest thought was that it was good that he had no sense of fear.

He pulled out his dagger and slowly backed away as he endured the swarm of flies. The monster followed closely, and Muhadi had no doubt that if he tried to turn and run away, it would slam and tear itself to pieces.

Such a dangerous situation could not be more exciting. Muhadi felt every cell and nerve tremble with excitement.

The monster roared, and the stench was almost breathless. The Psychic Warlock lowered his head, dodging a puddle of disgusting corrosive fluid, and took a few steps back.

The monster did not give up, spitting out a dense number of eyeless reptiles from its mouthparts. It looked like a loach, covered in pus, and covered in lumps and cysts. The overwhelming swarm of flies slammed into the psychic mancer as if commanded. Muhadi didn't even dare to open his mouth, fearing that if he opened his mouth, he would eat a large handful of these deviant flying insects.

Of all the battles Muhadi has ever had, this is certainly the dirtiest, if not the most dangerous. The floor and walls will squirm, and a single foot on it will squeeze out a lot of thick slurry. Slimy droplets were dripping from the top of his head, and he didn't even want to think about what it was.

The Psychic dodged the attack of his opponent's tentacles, and stepped forward to plunge his dagger into the torso of his foe. This time it seemed to poke a big basket, and a stream of yellow-green juice squirted out. Muhadi pulled out the dagger and saw that its blade was twisted and blackened, and it was already ruined.

The swarm of flies swarmed up and drowned him.

When Muhadi opened his eyes again, the monster in front of him had disappeared, and he was lying in a clean room, the soft white light shining on him.

He struggled to remember what had happened at the last moment, and in his memory, he only remembered that he was surrounded by swarms of black and green insects, and huge mutated rotten monsters pounced on him.

At the critical juncture, the primordial warlock seed in his heart suddenly jumped, and Muhadi felt that his already depleted spiritual face had merged into a clear spring again. This sudden gain of power supported him to display another powerful psychic ability.

With the Manifester as the center, the space within five feet was torn from the periphery and transported to another location. This ability greatly increased Muhadi's mental burden, and he was already very tired, and he lost consciousness and fainted.

When he woke up again, he was in this strange place.

In front of me, there was a pool of flesh and blood. Muhati guessed that when he teleported, he cut off part of the monster's limbs and teleported over. Now he couldn't see the monster's severed tentacles, and he didn't know where it had gone.

"Stranger, wherever you come from, listen to me. ”

A voice came from Muhadi who was now accustomed to this kind of thing, so he didn't make a fuss, just stood up and listened.

A projection of a man appeared in front of Muhati in mid-air, and Muhati recognized him as the legendary halfling civilization of the Blue Age, his face was exactly the same as on the statue, his chin was square and resolute, and his eyes were piercing.

"I am the owner, protector and ruler of this city. The projection translucent mouth opened and closed. "This is a message I left behind. ”

"If you hear this message," the projection said with a sad look. "Then I am afraid that my greatest fears have become reality, and my city has been ruined. ”

"I, along with my fellow scholars and guardians, did my best to contain the sudden red tide. In less than three days, the red tide had already taken control of most of the city, blocking the passage in and out, and I could only retreat here with the rest of the people. ”

"People call me a High Evolutionary, but I myself know how ridiculous this title is. It's not so much a compliment as it is a mockery that mocks my arrogance. Maybe I do have some advantages in terms of individual size, but in the face of this tenacious and ever-growing algae life, I am helpless and incomparably small. ”

"I barely activated the shield in the core area to stop the further spread of red tide. But I am no longer equipped to solve this crisis. Therefore, I have left this message in case I do not live to guide you when the rescuers arrive. ”

"It's not intelligent, it's just a voice message machine at best. The man's projection pointed to himself. "It has a limited library, and I can't store too much information, so I'm afraid you'll only be able to ask the most critical questions. ”

After saying this, the projection suddenly became expressionless, and the voice changed to a mechanical sound without any fluctuations. Obviously, the previous part was left by the High Evolutionary, and the latter part was the unintelligent servant himself speaking. "At present, there are zero survivors of this shelter, and the rescue work should be prioritized by salvaging artworks and technical materials. ”

With that, a stereoscopic map is projected in mid-air, and the male halfling projection begins to point out where important artworks and halflings' technological crystallization are stored.

Muhathir was not at all interested in these things, and he interrupted the projection and asked his own question: "Where am I now?"

The halfling projected for a moment, then spat out a series of awkward syllables, and Muhathir guessed that this was the name of his room.

The three-dimensional map also showed the location of the room he was in, and Muhathir looked as if it was not very far from the disgusting area he had just had, and he had to pass through that area if he wanted to leave it.

Before the Psychic Warlock could figure out how to clean up the rotten, festering monster, he put it behind him and asked another important question: "Is there a space-time portal in this building?"

The projection did not respond, and Muhadi tried to ask a few more times before it said: "The object we are looking for is located on the 1423rd floor." With that, he also partially enlarged the three-dimensional map and showed it to the telemagician.

"Will it still work?" asked Muhadi, looking at the three-dimensional map.

“...... Functional. The projection paused, then replied.

What to do now? The Psychic Warlock thought seriously that if the halfling ghost managed to descend there and enter the Gate of Time and Space, it could completely change history. If history is changed, then humanity and the world will no longer exist. I have to stop it from doing that.

But there was another problem, as Muhadi knew that the Temporal Gate had been transported to Tyre in the future, and that the great merchant Fuwad ibn Abbas had relied on it to travel into the past. For this reason, he couldn't destroy the gate of time and space, otherwise there would be a paradox.

"I'm going to ask a question. Muhati asked the projection. "High Evolutionary, do you have a wife?"

The projection paused for a long time before speaking, his voice a little more proud. "Of course, I have, she's the most beautiful person in the world. ”

"Did you know she has an old lover?" Muhati asked again, trying to find the other's weaknesses in the experience of the halfling ghost. "A certain biotechnologist, supposedly the designer of the red tide. ”

"No way. Projection said. "She didn't have any emotional experience before she met me. This is not wishful thinking on my part, I am the most powerful psionic being, and I have confirmed this with psionic energy. I am her only as much as she is my only one. ”

This contradicts the halfling ghost's claim, and Muhadi wondered, what is going on?

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