"This is the city of the Sleepless Watcher of the Feren Plane where the Netharel civilization is based, anyone who enters the city needs to show their identification code and voluntarily hand in the magic items for testing, as evidenced by the special laws of the permanent Faeron Council Chamber, all the magic items sent to the mailing hub will be intact and intact, and your legal property will never be damaged, so please follow the version 3.68 wartime regulations to show your identification code and match it for inspection, and welcome to the City of the Sleepless Watchers"!

With the Mad Knight's manipulation on the metal panel, a crisp mechanical prompt voice suddenly appeared next to the two Radiant Moon professionals, it seems that even though the Nethrel civilization has been destroyed for 1.6 billion years, the automatic planning system on the cyborg Moon is naturally carrying out its mission.

Obviously, to get into the Eye of Doraush with ease, you'll have to show proof of identity and turn in magic items, no matter who comes!

"I'm Jack Philoda and this is my identification code, I don't have any magic items to mail".

Calmly using mental power fluctuations to enter tens of billions of identification codes, the calm mad knight also walked to the center of the metal platform at the same time.

It must be admitted that the confidentiality of the identity code of the Nethrel civilization is definitely high enough, generally speaking, even if the password verification is carried out by relying on the mental power information communication speed of the formal-level professional, the password characters that span tens of billions of languages are enough for a formal-level professional to stand on the metal disc and continue to transmit for more than ten minutes, and during this period, as long as one character is wrong, the identity certificate will be instantly locked, so strict to "strict" The degree verification process is also key to ensuring that the cyborg moon can remain in the sky to this day.

Standing on this vast metal platform, Whisper of Destruction could even imagine the comical appearance of the hundreds of thousands of Netherrell professionals who had entered their passwords in earnest.

But it's been too long, hasn't it? Now there are only two scheming "unscrupulous people" left to enter the ID code and try to enter this military city............

The mad knight who betrayed the Empress of Fabrication is really "destitute", and the armor and riding spear carried by this guy are actually just ordinary "Huiyue-level magic materials", and other than that, the "instantaneous killing gun" has no Huiyue-level alchemy creations worth carrying.

Perhaps to make it easier to pass the inspection, the swaggering Knight of the Radiant Moon didn't even bring the storage ring to the Eye of Doraush at this time, only to see that he passed the verification without any obstacles and walked onto the central ring of the metal platform with peace of mind.

However, compared to the ease and speed of the "Instant Kill Gun" verification process, the punk side needs to deal with a lot more trouble, after all, after entering the Veddragia identification code, you can count the magic items he now owns to know how troublesome this so-called "access to goods" rule is for a fairly wealthy spellcaster."

First of all, the three-piece set of armor potion hard cards given by old Aiman, plus the Punk's own construction golem Murana, Hetezta's magic box, pale scepter, star robe, and dark gold pupils, a full eight high-quality storage rings............

With so many magical items to be mailed in one sitting, the hapless Whisper of Doom had to fill out cumbersome "Instructions for Goods" forms one after another, because even though everyone knew that there would be no living staff in the empty Doraush Eye to check the documents, the annoying "established procedure" requirements were still unavoidable.

So after handing over all his magic items, the black outfit on the "Whisper of Destruction" in the shape of a suit became more simple than ever, and his pupils of course temporarily grew back to normal blue eyes.

"Wow, wow, wow, Sai'an, it's the first time that Uncle Ben knows that you're such a monster, and a normal Huiyue professional would have so many magic items to carry around?

Pouting at the firm fact that he was so "destitute", the Mad Knight's eyes shimmered as he watched a spellcaster place magic items into the teleportation circle one by one.

Envy?

It's no wonder if you don't envy it!

I think that he Kane has been smashing, looting, and burning all the way to this day, and he only has an armor that is not even a magical creation that can be used to "cover his body", and then look at the "real rich people" of others............ There were as many as four Radiant Moon level magic creations that could be used in actual combat, and if it weren't for the teleportation circle that quickly made these things disappear in front of the eyes of the Radiant Moon Knight, Kane's pupils might have been about to burst into green fire.

This is not just ordinary envy, this is simply heart-scratching envy!

Of course, no matter how envious and jealous the "Instant Kill Gun" is, it doesn't matter to punk, because at this moment, the caster who is frowning slightly is still unhappy with the feeling of losing the hood and revealing his long pointed ears.

So he just casually tidied up the short blue hair that hadn't been revealed for I don't know how many thousands of years, and asked them to cover his ears as much as possible, and "Whisper of Destruction", who had no desire to answer the question of the "suit" design, followed Kane to the teleportation ring in the middle.

"Don't be noisy and ask questions like a baboon who has never seen the world, activate the teleporter of this thing, and after getting my equipment back, we will have to find the Empress of Fabrication who doesn't know where to hide."

The cold voice matched Sen Han's words, and at this moment, the Radiant Moon caster, who had taken off his wide robe, was even more cold and sharp than usual, his pale blue hair reflected the brilliance of the stars, revealing a little bit of magical color, while the punk's expressionless attitude and emotions seemed extremely impatient.

"Peace of mind, it's impossible for Petaloran to attack us first, we have plenty of time to find her out of this cyborg moon, and your outfit really makes people feel like something is missing, it's the artist's instinct of Uncle Ben."

He says there's no need to hurry, but in fact, Mad Knight, who is more anxious than Punk, is already clicking the destination selection button on the teleportation ring.

As for his self-styled "artist" assessment of punk dressing...... Strictly speaking, there is no problem, and there is indeed something missing from the caster's clothes.

After all, although he wears a black suit, punk doesn't have the trouble of wearing a tie.