The monster card maker in the basement of Linton's office is itself a card pool with a high degree of freedom.

As long as the "information" is extracted and compressed by the secret key, it can be reorganized and shaped by the machine and turned into a neat card.

A small card with enough power to turn the user into a behemoth.

Although what really determines the direction of that power is actually the composition of its "information", that is, the condensed ingredients that are compressed by the secret key into a small tube.

But there's no denying that the monster card maker itself is also indispensable.

If the monster card is a building and the condensed information is the building material, then the database of the machine is the design drawing.

What your building will look like, what the interior will be, what the occasion it will be suitable for – these are all things that are already decided at the time of the design drawings.

The head of the chat room of the Hall of Origin once gave everyone a suggestion to 'use registered monsters', because of the existence information of non-registered monsters, even if it is drawn, it may not be possible to complete the card production.

Just like the deterioration card of the youth version of the hundred-body monster Beludora that Ormo rescued from the fire in the past, its own information has shown obvious changes in the process of fusion, which is equivalent to pollution for the monster card maker.

It is difficult to identify, it is difficult to successfully match the data, and the success rate of rubbing out the card is worrying.

It's just a suggestion, and Omer believes that there are few ordinary people in the chat room, and they should all have their own ways to solve it.

And his own method is to go directly to the Office of the Land of Light and get a message about the monsters he is interested in after screening.

Judging by the abundance of information at the Land of Light office, Omer felt that he was already at the forefront of the netizens of the Hall of Origin.

But even so, it doesn't mean that he will be able to win every draw.

It's just that he prefers to believe that there is a 'gap' in his maker database than his own black statement.

It's not entirely hard talking, after all, expanding the card pool will definitely increase the shipment rate, but the shipment itself may not be what you expect.

Ormo doesn't care if the card pool is crooked or not, after all, he doesn't fight with all his strength.

There is no urgent need for strength, just the expectation of opening the illustrated book, and there is a love for monster cards without discrimination, so naturally it will not miss the slightest opportunity to expand the 'Maker Database'.

It is also on this basis that when I see that the fierce face is completely in line with the aesthetics, and the origin can be recognized at a glance...... Someone's mind comes alive in an instant.

Just as the central trainers basically have the professional mind of 'seeing everything and having the inspiration, it will be used for training'.

Omer, who is still 'making some monsters', also has an amazing instinctive thinking logic.

"Look at that figure," the Majin said, raising his hand and gesturing into the distance with his long fingertips, "the figure that is wailing in fear is none other than Ifrit, and it is also Ifrit who is fighting against her and trying to bring her peace." ”

"What a perfect stage, what a touching reunion, are you willing to break this perfection?"

“……”

The crumbling building was near and far away, and the demons in front of her possessed powers that puzzled her, and Serrea responded with silence to the aria-like Colombian language, wondering what kind of monster with a Lettanian accent was.

Yes, monsters.

Although Serena didn't want to call an individual a 'monster' as hasty, she was also a researcher, and even her subtle source energy skills were the result of her own research.

But the other party did finally point to this title in terms of appearance and ability.

She had seen many Sakaz who were contemptuously called 'demons', and there were indeed many terrifying-looking races among those Sakaz, but none of them looked like the demon in front of them.

This kind of modeling should only exist in an illusory imagination, and it is the product of the actual creation of the spiritual manifestation when a person uses the source stone technique—but the other party is obviously not an imaginary image, and there is even a form switch between the time as a person and the current shape.

This is too abnormal, and what is even more abnormal is that the other party has such a variety of unrelated powerful abilities.

The study of source energy skills should be a long and arduous process, and if you want to reach the peak, you must polish it through time.

But the ...... in front of him

That might not be the Source Energy Skill...... Looking at the small wind vortex flying in the other party's hand, Serena couldn't help but think so.

There is an elf colleague who uses non-source stone skills, and she has even seen some extraordinary colleagues in the demon front, and she actually knows very well that there are some differences in this world that are different from most ordinary people, and even directly different from non-human beings.

If that's the case, no matter how abnormal the shape and ability are, it's not surprising.

As for the gibberish in the mouth of the other party......

"Do you think that girl isn't Ifrit at all?"

The thoughts in the heart of the "......" were said by the other party, and Sereya's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the enamel needles that suddenly burst out with white condensation were easily blocked by the translucent barrier supported by the other party's raised claws.

It was also at this time that she had already rushed to the side of the demon, leaning slightly for the next swift leg sweep.

However, this still failed to make a difference.

From the moment the electric snake jumped, the demon who flashed to her side at a faster speed than her only poked out a sharp index finger at the moment when she swept the air and turned around.

——！

The sudden dizziness made her heart alarmed, but before she realized the reason, she immediately made a decision and chose to jump backwards, heading towards the air dozens of meters behind.

In the previous duel, she was already unable to achieve anything, and she thought that it was difficult to directly attack the 'caster', so all she could think of was to immediately distance herself.

But that doesn't make sense.

The area where the air pressure plummeted and the oxygen ion content dropped greatly was by no means a small high platform, although the former rainbow snake god did not regard this as a means of attack, but in the hands of Omer, it was strange to create a low-pressure hypoxic area that was enough to envelop half of the city's area out of thin air.

Especially for a warrior/guardian like Serena, who is skilled in magic but places more emphasis on physical training.

The stronger the body, the more energy and oxygen it needs to expend during activities.

Perhaps there are beings among them who can store some life with their unique breathing patterns, but this obviously does not include Serea.

And under the premise of not excluding, the reaction of people with strong bodies to hypoxia is even more intense than that of ordinary people.

So she fainted in mid-air.

Even if I finally realized the problem of oxygen before losing consciousness, I was not able to deal with it in less than a few seconds.

The last thought that flashed through me was that I might be able to achieve an extremely ridiculous death.

But that's not true.

After all, a demon who fell faster, grabbed her, and made some unloading movements caught her, and at the same time, he also teleported her back to the three horse racing girls.

"What are you doing? What's going on with her? ”

Suko watched in amazement as he handed it to Bourbon and Ai-Weaving's Serea.

Compared with her, a newcomer who has just started the competition, the two seniors who are ready to reopen the second week are far superior to her strength, and it is a trivial matter to pick up a 175 woman with a low fat rate.

But to be honest, he handed them to those two people only because they were much more obedient than Suzi.

"Hypoxic coma, no need for artificial respiration, just put it aside, and soon wake up on its own."

"Do you want to tie her up and handcuff her?" When making such a suggestion, the tone of the speedoko is an understatement.

"No, and it doesn't work," Omer delicately pointed to the unconscious, silver-haired woman, "she can even break free from my shackles of the wind, and it's only a small matter if the power breaks into handcuffs." ”

"So strong?" Suzi touched her chin and looked at the sleeping beauty who still looked resolute, but her face was dignified, "I really don't know what will happen when I run?" ”

"Maybe it's about the same as your mid-second year." As he said casually, a screen of light appeared in front of him again, and he sighed immediately, grabbing the telescope in his hand to look at the red flame.

"It looks like it's coming to an end, and there aren't many cameras available for calling."

"So are you going to go fishing for people or what?"

I didn't know that Omer just wanted the data, and thought that Guinea Pig-kun's unique care for young people had a seizure, and he was going to do some psychological counseling for others.

But it's not necessary.

There is no counselling more convincing than the presentation of oneself in the future.

"No, just wait here." As he spoke, he lowered his binoculars and looked at the other three.

"I suggest you stay away from here, find another place of interest, and spend the moment in a race against time, or just go offline now and go outside to change the audience's perspective."

"Huh? Why? When Suko heard this, she was immediately upset.

It's rare for her to find such a suitable job simulation, and she is about to show her strength and make crazy progress, but the guinea pig wants to brake.

She wouldn't listen to what the other party said—she had intended it, but she heard the other party regret it:

"Because this will soon become the center of this game world, and the end of the world will be announced."

When he said this, he also deliberately met the surprised eyes of the three girls, and responded with a serious demeanor.

"So cherish it, the last day of the world."

(End of chapter)

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