"Congratulations!" Don Quixote, who came back to the Mage Tower to say hello to his wives, was about to leave here to go to the Char Empire to extract his soul, and then went straight to the abyssal world, but was intercepted by Apollo Ding, and forcibly pulled him to the top floor of the Mage Tower, where the two of them frequented, "Become a mage who no longer needs the true godhead, to be exact, you should no longer be a mage, although you can still do what a mage does."

"Can you see this?" Don Quixote, who looked at the blue sky without a trace of pollution, looked a little surprised, "Also, you came to me on purpose, is there anything wrong?"

"Fuck off!" Apollo Ding seemed a little annoyed, and slapped Don Quixote twice in rare indignation. Anyway, I'm also a Dharma god, although I shouldn't be your opponent now, but there are many things, I can still see it, at the very least, you have completely cut off the connection with the magic net, two things, first, the alchemy tower you asked me to build in Antarctica has been successfully built in the eighth month after your retreat, but I think you need to test the specific test yourself, because none of us understand that, and second, I'm leaving. ”

"Where are you going?" Don Quixote frowned slightly, obviously he didn't expect that one day Apollo Ding would offer to leave, or did she see that she had reached this realm, and basically there would be no more danger, but she was relieved, "Why?"

"I've been in one place for too long, so naturally I want to change places," said Apollo Ding, who floated his hands on the railing, "Although I have a lot of good memories with you, with Ulaspiel, and with German, but after staying here for a long time, I'm afraid that I won't be me anymore, and besides, the relationship between us is just **, to be exact, **on**, I think you should never have any feelings for me." ”

"If you don't speak, you should be," looked at Don Quixote who shrugged his shoulders there, Apollo Ding smiled a little freely, and didn't know if her smile was really free, or if it was just acting.

For so many years, Apollo Ding never seemed to have done anything strange, which made Don Quixote believe a little in his heart that she might really be infected by her own soul and really 'love' herself, but for this person, he will never feel guilty, after all, it was her own sin, so over the years, Don Quixote has been interested in Apollo. Ding's attitude is like this, when people come, Don Quixote will stay, when people leave, Don Quixote never stays, for most people, he once compared himself to a big tree, always staying where he is, not chasing anyone, but not leaving anyone, of course, this who will not be the enemy.

Don Quixote, who had been staring at Apollo Ding's face for a long time and didn't see anything, nodded, "Is there anything else I need help with? money, or anything else." ”

"Give me a piece of your soul fragment, and a jar of your psionic energy," Apollo Ding snapped his fingers lightly, and a strange magic vessel floated out of her spatial ring, apparently to carry the things she had just spoken, "I left behind because of your soul, but I can't leave empty-handed, and one day in the future, if I think about my life today, it's not a dream, then I need to leave some images." ”

"Why don't you stay?" Don Quixote raised his hand, a soul fragment about the size of a thumb, and a jar full of psionic energy were stuffed into that special container, obviously, he was not afraid of his soul fragment falling into the hands of outsiders, this came from ** As for what Apollo Ding did with his soul fragments and psionic energy, Don Quixote didn't care at all, at best, the most outrageous thing was to make the goddess of the entire world of Faeron pregnant, which is still a good thing for him now!

Of course, this is just Don Quixote's fantasy, even if Apollo Ding knew the secret of his soul, he did not have the opportunity to do so, obviously Don Quixote did not know that his soul had the ability to leap, which was also the most important piece of information that the World Tree concealed back then.

Apollo Ding shook her head, she didn't say anything, she still understood the truth that if you say more, things will go more smoothly than she imagined, and she left Don Quixote because she was afraid that in the future, the ontology would use a lot of the power of the abyssal will to make ** was also affected and became irritable, but in order to have enough excuses to leave, and by the way, to collect a piece of his soul fragment, Apollo Ding made this gesture, looking a little like a female Wenqing who was about to be separated, but, just now, she also secretly thought about it, is she really like this, or is all this her own acting? Come to think of it, the influence of Don Quixote's soul talent on her has gradually reached the level of Char Donghai back then.

There is no feast in the world, although Don Quixote was a little puzzled by the departure of Apollo Ding, but he didn't think much about it, anyway, in her body, Don Quixote has taken advantage of enough, whether it is material, or **, or spiritual, all in all, this deal, not a loss.

Therefore, after seeing Apollo Ding leave, Don Quixote came directly to the alchemy laboratory of the Char Empire, and the reason for such a hurry is very simple, the two-year contract will arrive in a few days, and if he does not complete the contract at that time, although he will not be punished, but in the 'Ping', the relationship must be broken, and Lucy Fa, and Dimo Gogan, everything that his projection has worked so hard to arrange will come to naught.

"Uncle Don Quixote," just came to the base, Don Quixote met Singid's daughter, of course, so much time has passed, and the original little Lori has grown into a girl.

"What about your father?"

"I drank too much yesterday," a hint of helplessness flashed on Lori's face, "Since he became a blood clan, time has been abundant for him, and he has become more and more lazy." ”

"It's normal, if life is only work, then what's the point of living, take me to the android base, how is it done?" With Sinjid's cultivation, in the alchemy of life, Victoria also has good attainments, which is enough to prove that the only reason why the blood clan in the abyss world cannot expand the research results is not that the blood clan is not good at this kind of thing, but that the abyss world has no soil for research.

"It's already been done, according to the magic pattern container you designed, the living people produced will be thrown directly into it, the soul will be collected, ** will be broken down into nutrients, and recycled, so a lot of money is saved in raw materials, and the efficiency has been improved a lot, after all, there is no longer any need to store corpses or anything, and my father found that the fluctuations generated by the soul catalyzed by your use of secret techniques are not so pure, so in fact, a total of 250,000 people were created, and it reached the standard you set before. ”

"If you stay here, will you feel bored, have you ever thought about going out to have a look?"

"No, uncle," Victoria opened the door after entering a few passwords and fingerprints, "I've been out with my father a few times, the outside world is very chaotic, to be honest, I'm not used to that kind of life, but it's okay to go out once in a while, it's okay, it's here, if it's okay, then I'll go back first." ”

"Okay," after watching the curvaceous Victoria leave, Don Quixote slightly raised the corners of his mouth, obviously, this kind little half-blood clan doesn't seem to like it very much, especially this kind of behavior of giving birth to humans and then killing them, not everyone can accept it, but for Don Quixote, there is basically no burden, everything aside, this is his thing, he can use it however he wants!

The huge vessel contained the souls of 250,000 men and women, all of whom were produced by Don Quixote's stimulation of the human brain through a magic array. The memories that people have are all true, but the only drawback is that there are actually only two kinds of memories of these people, obviously, here Don Quixote is lazy, only creating two memories, but this does not affect the final result, and Don Quixote knows better, these 250,000 memories are almost the same soul, and the purified scarlet stone will have a higher use value, after all, they are of the same origin, with almost the same soul fluctuations, and when they are fused, there are fewer impurities.

"Let's go!" Since becoming the 'Master of Annihilation', Don Quixote is still the first time to use pure rule techniques in the world of Feiren, and non-magic techniques to achieve a certain goal, such as completely extracting the souls in this huge jar that is more than 100 meters high, countless pale cyan souls slowly condensed in the center of the empty hall, and from time to time you can see the hideous face, but it is only a flash and is squeezed by more souls It is impossible to describe how huge and thick the condensation of a total of 250,000 human souls is, but if Don Quixote was still a mage of the realm two years ago, he would definitely not be able to control the huge soul body, and even now, when he became a great 'annihilator', he still felt a little difficult.

"Hiss~" After lighting a cigarette for himself, Don Quixote's eyes once again turned into a deep universe, and the secret technique of refining the soul inherited from the abyss world also began to work slowly, as if he was aware of his imminent tragic fate, and more than 200,000 souls wanted to leave, but unfortunately, they were facing Don Quixote, and they didn't need to use their real skills, Don Quixote only needed to influence the rules of the world around here normally, so that this group of souls could not escape, and they could only watch the secret art decompose itself little by little, constantly condensing towards the core of the sphere。

A pale cyan crystal appeared visible to the naked eye at the core of the sphere, but as the crystals grew larger and the resentment of the decomposed souls was compressed into it, gradually, the crystals began to turn scarlet, and the size continued to increase.

Once the Mind Flayer 'Ping' told Don Quixote that 'a' scarlet crystal, but it didn't say anything special, how big this one is, in fact, now the condensation process has been carried out less than one-fifth, and the diameter of the crystal has exceeded half a meter, therefore, Don Quixote can speculate that when these 250,000 souls are all concentrated here, the radius of this scarlet crystal will be at least two or three meters long, so a little calculation can be obtained, this is a crystal about the size of an ordinary house.

"Bang!" Under the control of Don Quixote, a round and almost natural scarlet sphere with a radius of about 2.7 meters slowly fell on the ground, and the smooth surface could clearly reflect the appearance of the alchemy laboratory, and the palpitating resentment that faintly emanated could be clearly felt even if it was a hundred meters away, proving its preciousness, "God, it's really a special one" (to be continued.) )