Incredible bronze gears rotated around Chen Mo's body, all of which were some kind of alchemy machinery, also known as them

"Magic Machine", but Chen Mo, who specializes in matrices, has not studied this field too deeply. These gears are enormous, but the tangential parts are extremely precise, a process that is difficult to achieve with today's human technology.

"Legend has it that Norton is the most violent of the four monarchs, he is very similar to the black emperor in personality, tyrannical and cruel, with strong aggression, and is the dragon king who deserves the title of son of the black king." Chen Mo whispered to himself: "Bronze City, this near-perfect creation has already shown his profound mechanical attainments. ”

"Is it hard to associate a man with a bronze gear with a furious Grey King?" White King said.

"No, I don't think the blood of the Black King is in conflict with the knowledge he has." Chen Mo shook his head.

Straight ahead, the soles of Chen Mo's feet are spacious avenues, the bronze walls on both sides are snake people in the middle of the road, and there is a huge hole in front of him, and there are roads extending in all directions on all sides of the hole, leading to the unknown depths.

Chen Mo recognized this place, he slowly raised his head, and there was a growing giant tree carved into the dome, its leaves and branches twisted and twisted, extending around at the top of the semicircle, scattering countless obscure words in all directions.

Chen Mo looked at the root of the tree at the top and slowly read out the circle of dragon texts.

"Sing praises of the greatness of bronze and fire, and the king's close ministers will eventually return to the pinnacle of power, and those who fail to praise themselves in this place will be lost in dreams, and will kill each other under the eyes of the courtiers, and sacrifice the blood of sinners to the great king." The outer distorted patterns are designed to induce inducing visions from intruders with the blood of the Black King.

However, this kind of defensive measure is honestly dispensable, and can only be used to prevent it

The effect of "flies" is not dangerous as long as you don't stare at Longwen, and this tone doesn't seem to be carved by Norton himself.

He would probably choose to burn the intruder to ashes with a bite of dragon fire, or execute him with a bronze torture instrument, which is straightforward, not as flashy as the effect of these dragon texts.

What's more, Chen Moshi was really unhappy with the intricate grammatical arrangement above his head, probably like walking on the side of a road with a beautiful scenery and suddenly seeing an unknown object on the ground.

He snorted twice in dissatisfaction. There were countless bronze snake-faced human sculptures on the bronze around the cavity, and as early as when he walked in, all the carved snake faces showed great fear in humane, and they bent down their slender snake necks and knelt down, staring at the ground deadly, and the tooth wat of both hands was held in front of them, so that they were not thrown out.

"How still are the living beings loyal?" Chen Mo turned his head and looked around at these bronze cities

"Living creatures", compared to the dragon text written by someone who doesn't know it, Norton's craftsmanship is undoubtedly more refreshing.

"Where are Konstantin's eggs?" Chen Mo looked straight ahead, and the most gorgeously dressed statue appeared in front of him, covered

After he forcibly canceled the "dark light", the living spirit also knelt on the ground, and its silver-inlaid eyes did not even dare to raise to look at him.

"Forget it." Chen Mo shook his head: "I'd better find it myself." At the same time, the snake-faced men kneeling around them let out a soul-piercing cry one after another, their original surface was dark bronze, and their shining silver eyes were vivid, making people wonder if these statues were real creatures.

But now a large amount of patina began to precipitate from their bodies, and the silver in their eyes slowly dissolved and dripped downward, like bright tears, crying for death.

Erase these living pairs

The "White King" was probably as easy as crushing a few ants to death, and the man who crushed the ants was not interested in admiring their miserable condition, and walked towards the empty passage leading to another hollow.

"#%......&¥" Chen Mo stopped and narrowed his eyes, turning his head to look at the gorgeous snake-faced bronze statue in the official uniform: "Are you going to say it again at this time?" ”

“￥@……#*”

"If you don't see the coffin, you don't cry, but when you see the coffin, the crying is not small." Chen Mo sneered and waved his hand, and the intriguing living spirit survived from the brink of collapse.

"Sold the position of the monarch so easily? Or is it not Konstantin's eggs that are waiting for me, but a bronze killing array and a dragon squire ready to go? Chen Mohun opened his legs absently and walked in the direction given by the living spirit.

Even if Norton himself sits on the throne in the depths, the probability of missing is probably not high, and this possibility is only a variable brought about by the city's home advantage.

In the depths of the palace, the high walls inscribed with marvelous frescoes, the huge statues slowly trembled, and the bronze fragments slowly peeled off the black shadow's body, revealing the dark scales of the same color as the metal below, and crimson lines flowed from the intertwining scales, was it blood or burning lava?

No one knew, only saw a huge amount of bubbles gushing out from the head of the black shadow, the surrounding water bodies rattled, the cold of the river and the high temperature of the black shadow's body collided, the former was boiling fiercely, and the dragon's blood of the latter was still blazing.

The copper shavings slowly fell like dust accumulated for thousands of years, leaving behind a hideous mask withered with dragon script, the bronze cast mask and the facial bones he had grown out had already fused together, and in the deep black hollow, the golden eyes slowly opened with anger, and let out a deafening roar.

The chanting of the spirit of the distant tongue awakened its spirit from its thousand-year slumber, and when the gate opened, Samson's dragon spirit gave the harshest warning to the intruder.

However, the unknown existence that invaded the dormitory only ignored its warnings and did not respond, and the dragon on the visorcase pulled it back from the edge of the nerves again and again, as Norton's direct blood relative, anger is an instinct engraved in the genes, but dragons need to learn to calm down, so he got the gift of that visor.

Over and over again, Samson recalls the memories of the Mohu Lake when Norton was rewarded, keeping his composure, and waking up his sleeping dragon body step by step.

Until this moment. The string that sustains sanity is broken. Scarlet flames filled every vein of the dragon, and the dragon that left the gate dragged the black-red streamer, and the fleshy dragon body smashed the bronze door in front of it from the inside out, and it galloped towards the weak heartbeat in the distance.

Is it only this dragon servant whose bloodline is inferior to the next generation who has woken up? Of course not, from the moment the vital bronze door was smashed, the alchemical miracle that had been sleeping for thousands of years, the dormitory of bronze and fire woke up.

The power of this alchemy machine starts from zero and increases over time, and the sound of the mechanism running from low to high until it crashes into everyone's ears.

Ye Sheng and Jiude Aki, who had just entered the Bronze City, suppressed the horror in their hearts, the bronze wall in front of them broke and separated, the bronze columns suddenly protruded from the seemingly integrated wall, and suddenly sank, countless columns moved up and down, and the gears that were embedded with each other rotated tirelessly, transmitting the power from nowhere to every corner, and dark passages appeared around them, and the escape path was fleeting in the change, and it was quickly blocked, revealing a new passage.

Mance yelled nervously, but the line connecting Manihea and the bottom of the water had already been cut short by Ye Sheng and Aki, they were not controlled by Long Wen, but the way they came had been blocked by a closed mechanism, and they wanted to move when they were pulled by the communication rope, so they had to cut the lifeblood connection short.

fortunately

Once again, the "Vacuum Serpent" was a very useful word, delivering a message to Professor Mance to the cruising snakes, sending back life-saving instructions.

Mance, who got in touch, breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately nervously thought about the way to get the student out of the Bronze City, the current situation was obviously not suitable for further exploration, should he ask for help from the academy, or find help nearby?

He looked at the key in the cradle, this cute little guy was quite strange today, he didn't even use blood when he entered the Bronze City, he opened the door just by calling, and now at this critical juncture, the key, which has always had a certain ability to warn, is now not crying or making trouble, just licking his fingers quietly.

Wouldn't there be any danger to the students below? Mance shook his head and banished the ridiculous idea out of his head, and immediately launched an emergency mobilization to the Executive Department.

On the other side of the ocean, outside Chicago, Fingal waited for Mance's request for help as expected, and his fingers tapped on the keyboard to intercept the call for help

"Outside the door". The girl in the shadow stood behind his computer chair, leaning forward as if leaning on the backrest, and asked, "Aren't you worried that they will be in danger?" ”

"Worried." Fingal opened his mouth and replied, "You want to ask why I just stopped the professor's request for help?" ”

"Hmm."

"Actually, if Senior Brother doesn't want them to get hurt, I'm afraid that everyone in Professor Mance's team won't have even a single abrasion on their bodies, but we both know what kind of person he is, and this situation is completely impossible." Fingal's voice was firm: "But most of the professor's team will not have casualties, if the headmaster dies on the dragon slaying battlefield one day, I still believe that he will stand by and watch, but for a 'good person' like the professor who knows nothing, although he is too lazy to care, he will still reach out." Eva's hand was on the man's head, and her fingers ran through the long iron-gray hair: "Just believe him like that?" ”

"The ruins he disappeared from at the bottom of your body, right?" Fingal asked rhetorically.

"There's a record of it, but I can't access it independently."

"He also deliberately gave me a bomb that was not powerful enough and needed Bono's structural analysis to exert its power." Fingal explained, "With what he's learned in the Armament Department, he can blow up that half-finished white palace at any moment, but I'm afraid only I will survive the overflow of power." Fingal, who had finished deleting the record, leaned back and slowly closed his eyes: "So I'd better pray that those students under Professor Mance won't be missing arms and legs when they come back." Then the girl's voice was heard.

"According to my records, Commissioner Noel Watt of the Executive Department was fitted with a special prosthetic leg after losing both hands, and the completion rate of the mission increased." The subtext of this sentence makes people want to take all the power of the EVA processor to power the street lights on the street.

"That's because his speech is special! Who turned you into this? Schneider? ”....... Chen Mo lightly pressed the Yongdao gate in front of him, and with this as a starting point, it spread outward, and his alchemy machinery with a radius of tens of meters stubbornly stopped working, stalemate with the power from the transmission, and changed at a slow speed in the hissing sound.

Once he could only infiltrate the Night's Watch Matrix through precious alchemy materials, but now he easily took control of a portion of the Bronze City.

The ownerless alchemical creation has little discernible resistance. Behind the door is a claustrophobic hall, even if Chen Mo does not do infiltration control, it will only be quiet here, the sound insulation of the surrounding walls is excellent, the inside and outside of the hall need him to adjust his eyes to adapt to the dark environment of night vision, the petite maid of bronze casting stands by the wall with the Changming Palace lamp, and the candle flame in the palace lamp burns quietly, so that the light spreads in every corner.

Directly in front of the temple gate was undoubtedly the throne, and on the nine steps upwards were two thrones of different shapes, burning flames, hideous dragon patterns, scales, blades, and bone blood, all of which were distributed on the two thrones in different proportions.

That was obviously Norton and Constantine's place. Walking up the steps, Chen Mo gently stroked the withered patterns of the two chairs, and the moment he got started, he didn't feel any breath of living spirit from inside, which means that these were not two alchemy objects.

Rather, it should be a purely mechanical creation. After the release of the Celestial Performance, his brain began to calculate the structure of the throne, and the Fu Lingxin gently pulled a scale, and the throne depicting the sword, the angry dragon, and the skeleton slowly moved away, and a meter-high brass jar was hidden under the throne.

Under the action of the wind, it floated, and the moment it came out of the darkness, the faint majesty intensified the presence of this copper pot, and Chen Mo placed him on another throne tattooed with flames, looking a little humorous and without a sense of disobedience.

"My brother's eggs are under his throne, but are those torture instruments under his seat?" Chen Mo probably read the meaning and shook his head: "Your Excellency Norton, this dragon is really unqualified. After the old technique was reused, after the mechanism was removed, the bronze box glowing with ancient brilliance was carried up by Chen Mo himself, obviously more attractive to him than the egg of a cowardly king, representing the seven deadly sins of Norton's alchemy.

Chen Mo knocked on the surface of the box full of patterns, and then with a crazy roar and longing came out through the box, these sounds were intermittent under the blockade of the bronze equipment, all of which showed the evil and madness of the murder weapon in it.

"A living spirit that can emit a 'sound' through alchemy? I'm a little curious about what the soul in the Seven Deadly Sins comes from. Chen Mo's voice showed some curiosity.

"It's not like an ordinary sub-generation, the gap between the first generation of the dragon king and the second generation is too big, not to mention that it is just a living spirit, and it is impossible for such seven deadly sins to be used against his brothers and sisters." Chen Mo, who was dressed in a white robe, appeared beside him at some point, looked at the inscription on the bronze box and replied.

"It can't be an ancient dragon? Are there so many ancient dragons to kill him? Chen Mo shook his head, and the hidden clasp was opened between the words, and with the operation of the machine, the sound of Qingyue's clanging disappeared in a flash, and the internal parts popped out, the sharp black light was dazzling, and the sharp energy of the sword shot out from the receiver as if pointing directly at Chen Mo's eyebrows.

Can the sword in the box still burst out and kill people? What's more, as a murder weapon for slaying dragons, stabbing the heart, opening the skull, and breaking the crest in an instant is what should be done, what is the use of you just piercing the eyebrows?

Couldn't a broken brain grow longer for a dragon? In the receiver, seven swords with completely different shapes were presented in front of Chen Mo's eyes, the dark golden blade with a thousand years of unchanged cold light, the complex patterns were engraved on it, and the patterns of ice silk, pine needles, flowing clouds, and flames showed the beauty of the handicrafts, but whether those patterns with hidden curses really wanted to be as beautiful as the appearance could only wait for the person who tried the knife or the dragon to express his feelings.

Of course, Chen Mo planned to detain the souls after their death to inquire about their feelings.