The caster group has been a group of dangerous people since ancient times.

In ancient times, when visits from otherworldly visitors were not so frequent, it was the people who wielded extraordinary power that created myths, wrote legends, and held over miracles.

The history of the accumulation and development of various "laws" and "techniques" is so long that the development of "technology" on the earth is still like a young offspring.

With infinite potential and vitality, he chases the heights that the "Source Energy Spellcasting" has reached.

In the Terra Federation, there are countless tower-like structures called 'clock towers'.

Both the branch and the headquarters come from a different world, and they uphold the concept of magic in their hometown, and they do not call themselves magicians, but "magicians", which is a title that is easy for the locals to misunderstand.

Because their definition of "magic" is the act of artificially reproducing mysteries and miracles—that is, magic is the part of the way to the root that modern science cannot explain and put into practice.

To put it simply, what technology can't do deserves to be called magic.

This way of defining it is not widely accepted in the realm of spellcasters in this world.

The magicians were not discouraged or angry because they found that according to this algorithm, even the magicians of their homeland were only magicians here.

Traveling and observing parallel worlds? Soul materialization? Time can also interfere with the power of destruction - you can come to the Academy of Sciences and see the work of that group of scientists.

But that doesn't mean the caster is in decline.

On the contrary, in today's era of parallel development of the world's energy technology and technology.

Gods and demons even walk on the streets and step on the Internet.

There is no public obstacle to the mystery, and the skills that will hinder the contribution because of this kind of thing will only be hindered, and what has been achieved by the hundreds of schools of thought and countless skills is the heyday of spell improvement that does not belong to the development of science and technology at all.

It is not an exaggeration to call it a world that surpasses the gods.

The magic spell casting system also came into being in such a heyday.

It is true that the casters of this system are always ostracized and despised by their peers, and those who inherit the ancient traditional system will question the knowledge and skills of this new group of casters.

But even then, there have been few formal clashes in which there have been actual casualties.

On the one hand, because of the advanced technology of modern medicine, a missing arm or leg is not an injury, and on the other hand, there is usually no one willing to fight a spellcaster of the magic channel.

You can spray them as magically illiterate, or you can say that they can't do anything without a staff, but you must not underestimate their combat effectiveness.

So—

When the rows of display cases were opened uniformly, the exhibits in them were held in the hands of those staff one by one with terrifying magic, and there were dense magic circles emerging from the feet, in front of themselves, and from the end of the staff, all the guests who participated in this technology exhibition could see the magic torrent that almost obscured the sky.

Magic Guide Show?

Arms Show!

The latest masterpiece of the magic guide brother!

Figure, the old brother recommends the staff unit!

One-click macro immortal spell analysis new combination!

It's still broad daylight, but there are countless clusters of high-energy particles that render the ground in a colorful way!

It was enough to make the domineering electromechanical Baltan star talent who first appeared just take two steps, and was surrounded and engulfed by the special effects set of colorful cannons + thunder and fire + cracks and heavy pressure.

It's true that you can only see half a foot on the outside.

The hook-shaped metal feet resemble clown shoes, and their silvery metal surface reflects the complex colors above.

The whole thing didn't move, and I don't know if it was broken down or directly shattered.

Probably not, right?

The hand in the pocket of the coat could still directly feel the tremor of the card box, and Omo felt that the thing had to collapse directly into countless streamers before it could be sent.

After all, it's also a creation summoned by the monster card.

Click!

A sound of taking pictures seemed to wake up many guests, and such sounds soon came and went, as if they were all integrated into the rules of the Far East, and they had to add a sound to the shooting function.

But it's really pretty, glancing at the group of people taking pictures, and then at Omer outside the glass window.

It's like a firework that is too forceful.

Because it's broad daylight, it's quite appropriate to use too much force.

He should probably take a picture and send it to a friend, or go to Umastagram like the girl next to him, after all, his account has recently gained a lot of followers.

It's not worth rejoicing at all, those fans obviously didn't come because of his 'excellent trainers'.

Umastagram users are either horse racing girls or horse racing girl fans, and this fan base includes people from all walks of life.

What has he done recently, which can make the number of fans suddenly increase by tens of thousands - such a question, Omer refuses to reason.

So, it's hard to be happy.

While he was thinking, he asked the girl, "Is the filming finished?" ”

The tone is naturally cold.

But the girl's tone was always brisk, and it didn't seem frivolous: "After the shooting, Karen thought that the trainer would leave directly." ”

She said as she approached the trainer.

She's a real wit.

Unexpectedly not staying with Bi Ze and Dongshang Change, she was standing alone outside the crowd when Omo bumped into her, with a row of warning lights hanging above her head, constantly flashing red.

She was at ease, perhaps enjoying the cleanliness of the crowd after the alarm pulled away, or being confident enough in her safety at the moment.

Even if he was beckoned by Omer to walk along, he would suddenly stop, take out his phone, point it out the window and choose an elevation angle that would give him the most impact, and after a click, he would start writing tweets.

I couldn't see what thought had gone through, and it was just that I started typing after the shooting, which made Omer frown.

At this moment, he remembered not the two he was still looking for, but her well-organized tweets.

"You want me to leave you here? If you really don't care about the danger. ”

Aumer turned his head and walked again, but out of the corner of his eye, he also noticed that the gray-haired horse lady was following with light steps.

Although it is the pace of an adult, the other party is also a horse racing girl.

"Why is it that the trainer is sure that there will be danger? It's clear that those staff members have made a move. ”

"Why do you seem to be sure you're safe? It's clear that Miss Dongshang Reform hasn't given you much information about the magic staff. Omer asked rhetorically.

"Are trainers curious about this question?"

"I'm not particularly curious," Omer didn't hide his coldness, "I just think you could have been a little more serious in front of me." ”

The little girl who called herself Karen didn't know anything about the place, on the contrary, she had at least done her homework to make herself more comfortable.

"But Karen doesn't think it's going to be useful in front of the trainer," the girl shook her head slightly, "and like a lot of people say, you have a pair of very frightening eyes. ”

"I vaguely remember someone saying that."

It's a lie, and there's no reason for Ormo to forget that Iwa's assessment of himself on Umastagram is 'sharply and a little scary'.

"But you knew that from the beginning, why force yourself?"

"After all, I was a little curious, at first I was curious, and then, Karen felt that the trainer's eyes would definitely allow Karen to better bring out her cuteness."

"I'm just a rookie trainer," says Omer, "and my three racers have already attracted a lot of criticism. ”

Strictly speaking, it was all comments on the Internet news, and after he gave a public interview before the Natakarazuka Memorial Race, it was natural that he had some brief topics on the Internet.

Although Ormo was not interested in it, his habit of collecting big data still made him scan everything.

"Karen won't be in high school until half a year away, but the trainers don't have to worry too much," Zhen Jiling glanced at her phone, and then looked at Omer who didn't see the slightest panic on her face, "Although you can imagine the reassuring side, the trainer is really not suitable for Karen." ”

"But your words don't sound like giving up." Omer on the side stopped, he had already seen the changes of Bi Ze and Dongshang who were looking around, and he was able to turn his head to look at the real machine on the side.

The girl also stopped, even if she had already reached this point, her posture was still down-to-earth and generous: "After all, the trainers that Karen has met so far are more or less dissatisfied. ”

"Shouldn't you be the most dissatisfied with me?"

"Karen just finds it hard to like the trainers." Zhen Jiling changed to a more euphemistic expression.

There is only a more euphemistic expression.

"Whoever Karenn likes, should keep an eye on Karen, find all the cuteness of Karen, and at the same time better ......" "Be dull, right?"

Be dull, so as not to see so many efforts made by the other party for 'cuteness', when only 'revealed' is left in the 'revealed' and 'disguised', then the cuteness will also have flaws.

This is probably the most unacceptable thing for this girl.

"That's right, so Karen thinks it's better to be patient."

"That's right, maybe in half a year, you'll meet a high-scoring trainer," Omer said, pulling his hand in his pocket, "but I have a question. ”

A dark red crystal ball appeared beside him, flying towards the two people in the distance who had not noticed it.

Rather than converging immediately, it was obviously better to keep this distance and make what to say clear, just as the voices of the surrounding crowd could also disturb the wonderful hearing of the horse racer.

"What's the problem?"

Noticing the dark red crystal orb, but only glancing at it before returning her gaze to Ormer, the girl had at least been 'watching' the trainer herself.

"Is it just my eyes that keep you talking hard about my low score?"

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