Today's people are inferior to the ancients, and magicians are inferior to their ancestors 100,000 years ago, this is the conclusion placed in front of Silver Dust. The ancient earthlings, or the ancient Gabroyers, built a civilization far beyond the imagination of modern magicians without the help of any magic. Silver Dust remembers very well that it took 100,000 years for the Gabroyle mages to make 113 alchemy puppets by hand, because the soul of each puppet must be made by the magicians themselves, and it is ten times more difficult to create artificial souls than to use 100,000 magic arrays nested in circles to form the motherboard of the magic computer. Gabroyle's mages have always regarded these 113 puppets with simple thinking and the ability to do certain tasks without the operation of a mage as the true pinnacle of magical civilization, and a clarion call to challenge the forbidden realm of [soul].

However, the ancient humans who didn't have any magic, they used the speed of making sausages to create these perfect puppets in batches, and Silver Dust didn't know at this time that they were called robots, and Silver Dust didn't know how inconceivably precise the ancient humans had already played with the remaining 1.01 nanometer process technology, for magicians who had to space a millimeter between any magic runes.

Seiko manufacturing has always been a shortcoming of mages, because enchantment and transfiguration can solve all the problems of shape processing, so most mages' understanding of precision instruments is still at the level of mechanical watches, and even many mages refuse to admit the microstructure that they cannot see with the naked eye.

Different directions for the development of civilization will inevitably lead to different results. Silver Dust didn't understand this at this time, he was simply frightened by the puppet standing like a forest in front of him, he didn't dare to imagine how great and terrifying a civilization that could mass-produce the crystallization of the highest wisdom of a magical civilization was.

Silverdust's heart was in turmoil, and his belief in magic itself began to shake violently to the point of crumbling. Almost instinctively, he walked down the steel spiral staircase, as if hypnotized. Go to the ground, walk among the golems. They touched their cold and hard bodies, looked at their electronic eyes that were almost extinguished forever, and a complex and inexplicable emotion blocked their hearts and lingered for a long time. "This is our ancestors, even my ancestors, they could have made this kind of thing 100,000 years ago, what other civilization in this universe can fight against them?" Silver Dust was proud, but after thinking about it: "Such a civilization cannot escape the horror of mass extinction, so Gabroyle's mage civilization, isn't it...... And also its end?" and felt a chill down his spine, and his hairs stood on end. Looking at these tall puppets who may never move again, Yinchen even felt sad for a while, and secretly sighed that the fate of the vast universe is impermanent, and everything in the world is nothing more than ants for fate itself.

Silver Dust looked at these cold and silent puppets for a while, and for a moment he was in a state of flux, and he walked quickly through the entire underground space, standing behind a pair of scaffolds in the innermost place, and stood at a small door to go out.

The small door was locked, and Silver Dust had to open it with the Necromantic Spell Solution, and behind the small door was a hallway, flanked by more locked doors.

Library, game room, bathroom, small conference room, etc., etc., silver dust is here for 5 days, and he doesn't even know when the uncertain turmoil will disappear, he hasn't taken anything from here in these five days, not even a water glass, but his harvest is more than the past eleven years combined, because he has gained knowledge, obtained the most detailed and true knowledge about a prehistoric civilization.

Knowledge is power. This sentence is not a slogan of mages, but a truth verified with blood and bones.

Silver Dust knew that if he could return to Gabroyle at this moment, he would immediately become the greatest archaeologist of all time, because in the past 5 days, he had truly learned about the ancient city of Evil Luohai, the ancient Canonicle, and what Gabrioyle, who was still called "Earth" 100,000 years ago, should be like.

"Kanonir is not a civilization, just a computer software manufacturer, which was redeemed by the capitalists of the ancient Evil Luo Hai City with money, and developed a civilian artificial intelligence, that is, artificial souls, this kind of thing is definitely a treasure for magicians to grab at the expense of launching a holy war, and these ancients ...... They actually produced these artificial souls by producing plastic cups, and packed the artificial souls into alchemy puppets in large quantities to create an army!"

Silver Dust summed up the harvest of the past five days, and his heart was broken. He knew what he had gained, and he knew what the artificial soul technology, especially the mass production of artificial soul technology, meant to Gabroyle's mages, which was a piece of ebony wood that made up the shortest board, and that was the key that could allow the entire Gabroyle civilization to directly evolve into a Type II supergod-level civilization. Silver Dust even felt suicidal for a moment, wanting to force himself to return to Gabroyle by killing himself, bringing this breakthrough technology to his teachers, his parents, and his people.

However, looking at his two hands, one black and one silver, he gave up the idea of suicide, and the inheritance he was carrying was too much and too heavy.

After five sleepless days, he finally reached the end of the hallway, where there were two open doors labeled "President's Office".

The door was unlocked, and Silverdust pushed the door in, then exited immediately, and it was a long time before he re-entered the office.

This office covering an area of about 100 square meters was supposed to be spacious, bright and tidy, but now everything here is covered with a thick layer of dust. The cobwebs and everything had long been covered by dust, and it took a lot of effort for Silver Dust to make a way to his desk. Picking up the dust, Yinchen saw a very common pen holder on the desk, Indonesian and the like, there was no water cup, there was no trace of any pen, and there was no piece of paper, and there was only a hard thing like a stone in the Indonesian box, which could not be used at all, and in the middle of the desk, there was a computer and a laptop.

Yinchen picked up the notebook, turned it on, and no matter how he pressed the power button, nothing happened. Silver Dust removes the battery, enchants it slightly, and puts it back on. Arcane Enchantment: Autocharge causes the entire computer to emit a faint blue-purple glow, and it takes about a quarter of an hour for the computer to slowly light up the screen.

What happened next went so smoothly that Silver Dust moved weirdly, this computer, and even the position of this president, belonged to "Sir Tomato", and Silver Dust easily entered the database, but unfortunately, his harvest was extremely pitiful. (To be continued.) )