"A small spell that comes into your mind if you voluntarily accept it, erasing the memory of this time. The gemstone ring on the archmagician's finger sparkled, and the gold chain on his chest trembled slightly: "You broke into this control room and saw my face, you shouldn't have been alive in the first place." Some memories in exchange for the right to live, no matter how you count it, you can't lose anything. ”

Qian Jing lowered his head, frowning and looking thoughtful. Slow, steady breathing took place between his mouth and nose, and a pair of black eyes moved from side to side, his gaze flashing near the archmage's robes.

"Can you let me think about it. Qian Jing raised his head and said, "Space magic, I'm not bad." But memorization is not what I'm good at. During my time in the cell, I also discovered and mastered some new skills that pushed me to progress in my magical skills. If you forget all this, I am afraid it will be a very serious loss. The spark of wisdom has always been the most valuable thing in the multiverse, sometimes higher than life. ”

"I couldn't agree more. The spark of wisdom is priceless, and the precious wisdom of the fortress star has been exchanged at a low price in a game that is like child's play. We learned too little, too little, and gave too little, too much from the participants. This loss and waste is greater than the lives wasted, and it is worth the price of my entire life to stop it!" the archmage then said, "Qian Jing, the spell that is going to be cast on you will clear the information related to the administrators and detainees of this place. You'll remember what you learned in your cell, only forget about us. Oh, maybe you'll remember killing some people, but you won't remember who they were. ”

"Yes...... Wouldn't such obviously mutilated memories make me find a way to recover them?"

"So that's where you voluntarily consent to be cast. Every time you want to regain your memory, you'll remember the part where you volunteered to cast a spell, and you'll remember why you traded your memories for our freedom. Grand Magician Stanch took a step forward and said to Qian Jing with a hint of a smile: "When the matter here is over, I will go to you and exchange knowledge of space magic with you." At that time, two people who have the same respect for the spark of wisdom will definitely be able to make a truly valuable deal, what do you think?"

Qian Jing began to lower his head again, frowning and thinking. Bitou, Red Stick, and Liu Ming all persuaded Qian Jing to agree, because fighting a great magician alone in the magic tower was obviously not something Qian Jing could accomplish. "There's no need to take your life, Qian Jing! if you're worried, you can let us take the magic first and see the specific effect. You can wait until the castle returns to the Stronghold Star before receiving it. Talk to him about this condition, but don't provoke him. We're not capable of fighting now, you have to think about yourself!"

Qian Jing closed his eyes and gritted his teeth hard, and suddenly let out a strong "um". Liu Ming thought that Qian Jing had finally agreed, but he didn't expect Qian Jing to suddenly stride towards Grand Magician Stanqi and reach out to grab his robe.

A few people almost pulled it over: Isn't this looking for death? Pulling a great magician, those defensive spells on his body alone are enough to kill Qian Jing dozens of times! Liu Ming and his pen both understand that Qian Jing has some magical abilities, but his physical fitness is definitely just an ordinary person, and he can't withstand the blows of magic spells. With just the simplest ray of flame, Qian Jing will change from a "skilled space magician" to a "earthling who rolls on the ground and waits for death after being ignited".

"Don't!" shouted the pen, stepping away from his short legs and trying to catch up. However, Qian Jing not only grabbed Stanch's robe safely, but also pushed him back hard. The archmage threw his head back and fell backwards, slowing down when he was about to fall to the ground, falling to the ground as lightly as a feather.

"He's dead, probably dead when we came in. I didn't do it, don't look at me, he may be dead. Qian Jing scratched his head: "I asked my invisible friend to investigate, and I found that he was no longer alive, and there was not even a trace of magic fluctuations in his body, including his brain and heart, which were completely dead." I can't make a deal with the dead. ”

From the moment he entered the room, Qian Jing ordered the stickman to immediately become two-dimensional, disperse, act, and eliminate all threats. In any case, he is a "prisoner" who wants to escape from prison, which is naturally opposed to the "guards" here. When Liu Ming and the other three were shrunk by spatial magic, and both Hu Ga and the Golem were blocked on the other side of the solid wall, he knew he had to fight for himself.

Archmage Stanch is a terrifying, respectable opponent, far more than Qian Jing, who is just getting started with magic. But if you start from the prison break, a series of things have taught Qian Jing something, then the truth that "magicians are also people, and they are just people" can be ranked very high.

The mages of the Stronghold are also human, carbon-based creatures with hearts and brains, bodies and limbs, and they also need to breathe, eat, and excrete, and they are also bewitched by emotional distress and speech. Magic and spells are the tools of the Strongholders, just as science and machines are the tools of the humans of Earth. Put those powerful tools aside for the time being, the great magician of the fortress star is also just one person.

Strictly speaking, two-dimensional stickmen do not exist in the three-dimensional world, which is more advanced than the mezzanine magic cast on smuggled goods. Two two-dimensional stickmen approached the three-dimensional magician, penetrated through the soles of his feet, and found that the blood inside had stopped working, the muscles had lost their support, and there was no electrical signal in the nerves. Maybe he's changed his physical state and is currently a necromancer, which is also possible. ’

Qian Jing's knowledge and thinking ability are the thinking ability of the stickman, so the two stickmen continue to move upwards along the skeleton of the great magician. Qian Jing had been waiting for the stickman's return, and he kept dragging his feet, his eyes only daring to wander near the hem of the great magician's clothes. He was very afraid that the great magician would see through his thoughts and plans, and of course he was even more worried that the magician had used some means to clean up the stickman in his body, so he really had no ability to resist.

When a stickman seeped out of the archmage's eyeballs and waved his hand to greet Qian Jing, he couldn't believe it for a while. The stickman gesture was temporarily taught to them by Qian Jing, and the repeated "flat-upright" posture meant that "the magician has been killed". When Qian Jing saw this gesture, he also hesitated, and finally made up his mind after gritting his teeth. He then walked up, grabbed the great magician's clothes, and then pushed it again, watching the corpse slowly lie on the ground.

"Who was talking to me just now?" this question naturally popped up from Qian Jing's mind. To be able to know that Raisa had spoken at the Core Ring Conference, this person must be a very close and trusted companion of the Great Mage, but it is unlikely to be another Mage.

"Come out! We know that the Great Magician is dead, and there is no point in hiding any longer. Qian Jing looked left and right vigilantly: "Come out!" has been talking to us as a great magician, and now he is cowering, which will disgrace the prestige of the great magician!"

"Okay, you guys have the upper hand, I'll show up. ”

Following the voice, on the armrest of the chaise longue, a palm-sized spider golem gradually revealed its form. Its head is still a living thing, identical to a common subterranean insect found in the Fortress Star Desert, except that its body has been modified using Golem technology. An apricot-colored gemstone is set in the center of the back, clearly reflecting the curious gaze of Qian Jing, and the eight silver-white mechanical legs shine with the luster of precious metals, which looks like a series with the outfit of the great magician.

"I'm the pet of Grand Magician Stanch, and he's gone, leaving it up to me to arrange his death. The Spider Golem said slowly, "He foresaw that you were coming, but his body couldn't hold on, so he left me a spell." Cleanse some of your memories and leave you in a coma until the fortress has completed its mission, and then send you back to the fortress. It's just that my magical abilities are far less powerful than my master's, so I need you to accept the spell voluntarily to ensure success. ”

"In other words, if you cast a spell now, you may succeed and fail at the same time?"

"Yes. Three of your friends lost their memories and fell unconscious, but the spell was unlikely to work for a master of space magic. The Golem Spider actually sighed: "As long as you survive the spell, there is nothing I can do to deal with you after that." In a fit of rage, you will surely destroy your master's body, disrupt his plans, and undo the cause he has fought for all his life. The failure of my master is the greatest punishment for me, and I cannot live with this shame on my back. ”

"You're really faithful. Qian Jing praised the little Golem spider on his lips, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, glad that he had the aura of a space great mage on his head. Even though this aura is fake, it is no different from the real thing until it is punctured. "I also have loyal minions who are always carrying out my orders and keeping me safe and striking at my enemies in all circumstances. I appreciate this spirit of yours, so I can assure you that I will not harm, destroy or use your master's remains. He is a great magician, and he deserves the dignity of a great magician. ”

"Then I thank you, Your Excellency the Great Magician. The little spider leapt off the armrest of the chaise longue and landed on the chest of Stanch's magician. It lay down like a faithful dog curled up at its master's feet. "Master, I can't do anything else, but I can still protect you. ”

Qian Jing pinched his nose and stood up, and his reluctant gaze finally took away from those gemstone magic rings, large gold chains, and crystal crowns. "There is still a difference between the spoils of war and the relics of the dead, don't be greedy, it's not worth it, it's not worth it......," he muttered, walking to the armchair in the center of the room. This is obviously the control center of the half-plane flying fortress, and the little spider leaving this chair actually means that it has abandoned the flying fortress and chose to protect the remains of its master. Qian Jing understood what this meant, so he slowly sat up. He has been keeping the stickman closely monitoring the spider's movements, and if it has any intention of casting spells or attacking, then the stickman's blows will follow.

The Great Magician of Stan Qi has his own loyal servants, and Qian Jing's "False Aura Great Magician" has more loyal servants. With the protection of the stickman, Qian Jing dared to lie down slowly, feeling the throne of power that only the owner of the half-plane flying castle could enjoy.

"It's a bit of a panic. Qian Jing was writhing in the recliner, and it was uncomfortable to adjust it. "Ah, the Stronghold Stars have scales, they're used to this hardness, but I can't. Forget it, bear with me. Little spider, how do you use this thing?"

"It's no longer available. The little spider said in a surprising voice: "The master has given the ultimate order to the geonuclear ball, the plan has begun, and no one can cancel the order." Even you, a great mage of the space department, need at least a day to crack the master's spell commands. And after ten minutes, the master's order will be executed. I said that I can fail, and the master will not fail. ”

"What!" Qian Jing concentrated on the recliner, taking out the experience of manipulating the golem, trying to establish communication with the elemental sensing and control system. He was severely ostracized, just as if he couldn't guess the password correctly, he would be denied access by the system. And so it was...... Little spider, what's your master's plan? It's too late to stop it anyway, so it's okay to say it. ”

"It's not that I want to tell you, but the master confessed before he died, and if you ask, you can say that it's not bad to delay time. The little spider shook the front two arthropods and tentacles, and spoke in a relaxed and cheerful tone. "The Core Orb, the fortress castle, has gained enough power to break through the barrier spells cast by the archmages of the Core Ring without them noticing. So, we will reach the final venue of the Heavy Strike Magic Contest and use this planet as a weapon to win the championship directly. The ultimate magic spell will remain in the stronghold, and something else will be placed in the prize slot. Valuable, but without the spark of wisdom. The Fortress Star's Magic Exchange Contest will collapse from this moment on, and it will retire from the stage of history in a harmless way. There is no more unfair trade, and the treasure of wisdom of the Fortress Star belongs to the Fortress Starters. ”

"Can you even tell me about changing the prizes, and the magic competition will gradually decline in the future?" Qian Jing frowned, he felt that something was wrong, didn't the spider say this and worry about destroying his master's plan? After all, in addition to flying into the competition venue, this plan also needs to change the prizes to do, not to mention that after the end of the competition, it must gradually guide public opinion and ruin the reputation of the magic Grand Prix, so that this event can be completely stopped and "withdraw from the stage of history".

The safest thing to do is to let all those who know and might ruin the plan disappear. Qian Jing has always thought about the bad first, even if it turns out to be nothing more than unfounded worries, it is best not to lose his life in a mess. He lay down and continued to communicate with the core control system, but the system just wouldn't allow him to access it, like there was some way to recognize that he wasn't the archmage Stanch.

Suddenly, the whole planet shook, and something big must be happening. On the spherical walls around the control room, complex magical runes grew brighter and brighter, expressing complex meanings through flickering transformations. "Buzz...... Woo...... The impact is ready to begin ......" the wall suddenly spoke. Qian Jing became more and more sure that this control core was a golem in itself, at least it was produced using the same manufacturing technology as the golem. The chaise longue under him is essentially no different from the cockpit of the Guardian Golem, except that it has more identity authentication for the user. If you don't have Stanch, you can't do it.

Is there really no way to operate it? Qian Jing quickly used his brain, and a flash of inspiration flashed. He hooked his fingers and took a hand.