Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Challenge
"Liya, calm down, now is not the time to mess around!"
At the critical moment, Liang Feng's voice sounded again in Liya's mind. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
The little magician's thoughts had long been known to the young swordsman who was on the same thinking channel as her, and seeing that Liya was a little confused, Liang Feng hurriedly spoke out to calm the girl down.
"I think you're thinking wrong, you're thinking about dealing with old dolls. ā
After seeing Liya calm down, Liang Feng reminded again. He didn't believe that there really was a perfect creation in the world, because this was something that even gods couldn't do, let alone humans! There was a conversation between the two of them about Liya's magic props with Anya that day, and the content of the conversation recalled in Liang Feng's mind.
"Ah, you're right, there can be no perfect creation in this world. ā
Liya, who came back to her senses, finally reacted after a point, and it turned out that she was confused by Gloria's powerful strength, thus ignoring the essence of alchemy creation.
"A new type of puppet, five souls...... Central processing unit...... Yes, this is it!"
Suddenly enlightened, Liya once again carefully looked at the bronze puppet, and as she expected, at the core of the bronze puppet's body, a shining magic stone was shining in the darkness.
"That's it!"
As if she had discovered a new world, Liya almost jumped up excitedly, and at the same time glanced at Liang Feng on the side.
"When my master taught me to make dolls, he told me that people are independent creatures from the world, and the production of battle dolls simulates this process! Every battle puppet has an independent will in it, which is an eternal law! This is the same as our human body, if a person has two souls in his body, there will be conflict. Unlike human beings, the consciousness in the puppet is also single, so they can't communicate, and different consciousnesses will kill each other once they meet! This is the instinct of life, the instinct of survival. ā
"You mean, if you destroy that processor, the five people in this bronze doll will kill each other, and it naturally has nothing to worry about when it falls into civil strife. But there's a problem, we don't know exactly where the processor is, and there's not enough time to look for it slowly. ā
The smart Liang Feng had already understood the other party's mind before Liya's words were halfway through, but he also had times when he was embarrassed. It is really not a wise decision to rush into fighting this humanoid puppet without knowing where the processor is, and it can even be said to be sent to death!
"You seem to have forgotten that I'm a magician. ā
The mischievous Chong Liang Feng winked, and Liya showed a confident smile.
"You probably don't know it yet, no matter what we magicians make, kinetic energy is always magic. In short, the CPU is both the power source of the puppet and the brain that manipulates the puppet's actions. So if you want to find out the CPU, you only need to feel the magic flow of the puppet, and with my keen perception of magic, I can be sure that the magic stone is the CPU!"
Seeing Liya smiling so confidently, Liang Feng could only take a gamble at this time. When he first joined the army, General Huo Lao once said to him, 'Don't doubt and don't suspect people', at this time, only Liya knows a little bit about magic, although the two usually fight less, but at this time, in the face of the pressure of survival, Liang Feng believes that the other party will not play tricks at this time.
"Why don't you speak? With such a great work in front of you, why don't you bow down and worship it! Do you say that you are so scared that you can't even speak?"
After dancing for a while, Gloria noticed that the five people opposite him did not make the slightest movement. Neither the imaginary escape nor the begging for mercy took place, and the necromancer stopped his movements and turned his head strangely.
Killing him would not have thought that Liang Feng and Liya, who were advancing in the face of difficulties, did not have the toys he invented that they were afraid of at all, but thought more boldly about how to crack them.
"Hehe, it's just a humanoid puppet, who of us doesn't know? It's not that I despise you Gloria, this kind of toy can even be made for you by our little Liya. ā
Patting Liya beside her, Liang Feng deliberately hinted with her eyes that she should be as confident as possible, and at the same time told the little girl the battle plan in her mind.
"Stall! We must not be caught between a necromancer and a humanoid puppet at the same time!"
"Even if you have vision, you still have to rely on me to break the game in the end. ā
Smoothing her wind-blown hair, Liya smiled at Liang Feng and raised her head proudly.
This little girl didn't know that her appearance at this time was particularly charming and moving, if it weren't for her too young age, her actions just now could simply tempt people to commit crimes.
"Oh, Xiao Liang Feng, how can you say that, it's better to save some face for other archmages. Covering her mouth and sneeringly, she glanced at Gloria, who was about to explode, and Liya hurriedly continued: "In front of the famous Gloria, the little girl naturally doesn't dare to get an axe. ā
Gloria's words were very useful to Gloria, and the anger in her heart dissipated in the little girl's light voice. He immediately reverted to his old arrogant appearance, snorted coldly and didn't look at a few people, obviously despising these mortals who didn't understand art.
"However, the little woman disagrees with the archmage's new puppet, feeling that this new puppet is not as powerful as the archmage thinks it is. ā
Liya's words were clever, and she wanted to suppress the twists and turns, not only praising Gloria's great strength, but also expressing her group's disdain for his new creation.
"Little Nizi, what do you know about a stinky child? Okay, you can tell me why you came today, if you can't say it, none of you want to leave today!"
The space around the ring worn by the necromancer suddenly fluctuated, and the staff inside appeared in his hand, and the magician pointed angrily at Liya, angry at her disrespect.
"It's like we're right, and you're going to let us go. ā
Silently complaining about Gloria's credit, Liya continued to tease the other party.
"Your Excellency, since neither of us can convince the other, let's have a competition. If we defeat your puppet, please keep your oath and let us go, and promise not to enter the river again. On the other hand, if we lose, we have to kill and listen to it. ā
The second princess of Berente, Lia Meilan, is full of royal momentum at this moment, and even her words reveal undoubted magic.
"Okay, I agree to your challenge, and the five of you can go up together. ā
Seeing Liya's amazing momentum, Gloria, who had always been high-minded, naturally refused to bow her head, and agreed to the challenge of several people without thinking.
"You don't need so many people, two people are enough. As long as you promise not to interfere, we only need to dispatch two people to solve this bronze toy. ā
Under Liang Feng's hint, Liya stretched out two fingers magnificently and looked at each other defiantly.
The little magician didn't notice that his group had unconsciously become accustomed to Liang Feng's command. The various fighting spirits that she had left the academy at the beginning no longer existed, and when Liang Feng gave the order, Liya accepted it calmly without the slightest suspicion.
"Hehe, I've never hated the ignorant being sent to death, and I agreed to this challenge. ā
Gloria, who was furious, put the staff back into the ring again, and he glanced around at the five people present, raised his hand and swore.
"I, Gloria, swear to the Goddess of Magic that I will never stand in the way of a duel between the five of them and my Creator Puppet. Once you break your oath, ask the Goddess of Magic to take back my net. ā
The goddess of magic, the belief of magicians, is also the source of their power. Once the oath is made in this situation, it is as vicious as the warriors taking their own arms and the priests falling into hell.