Someone once said something like that

Everyone dreams, but it's different. Those who lose their minds in the dreams of the night will wake up in the day with its ethereal appearance. But those who dream during the day are dangerous because they may follow the trajectory of the dream and try to make it possible.

There is no doubt that these sorcerers who ride on the rock golem are such a group of people who are trying to make their daydreams come true. They are driven by any means of magic to accomplish the feats that only those who hold the name of "gods" can do.

After all, human beings cannot become "gods", and even if they want to be compared with them, it is wishful thinking. After all, the story of a legend can only exist in a legend, and anyone who wants to promote it as a fact will only get the shame of others in the end.

However, even if they have the common sense to tell them that something is impossible, when the facts are in front of them, they will save themselves in front of the "reality".

Cloaked in black robes, they have accomplished the great feat they have always dreamed of, and are now on the body of the giant rock golem, as if they had become the "gods" of the giant who controlled the story. And the destination of this giant is, of course, the city of Catrice, not far away.

"Is this qiē real?"

A slender man in black stared blankly at the ant-like thing below him, unable to accept that he was hiding in a giant nearly 100 meters high: "I said...... We really did, it wasn't those guys who drugged us and hallucinated us. ”

He was clad in a robe similar to the Eye of True Sight. But if you look closely, there are subtle differences in their workmanship. There are many people who work for the Ultramarines, and the True Eye is just one of the groups that is more valued by those above them.

"Please, just a few less whining. It's good enough that we weren't broken up and regrouped into pawns for those guys. The man in black standing beside him sneered, then looked at the dim lights of the city in front of him, "Do you not know, if we don't rely on them, we won't even be able to make the toes of this thing!"

The times have reached this point, and the technology of making rock golems can almost be said to have no value at all. Even if the so-called achievements can be achieved in the end, it is beyond the reach of ordinary people, but this kind of technology that is too far away from the times will not produce much value.

For ultramarines who value economic interests. Disciplines whose inputs are far inferior to those that are outputs are naturally not valued. On the contrary, the Eyes of Truth, which is constantly expanding the scope of its research, has become a prominent group within the faction, and even the most senior managers have had to pay attention to their attitudes.

Lizzie's sarcasm if it was heard by the man in black. He would have admitted with a wry smile that she had said that they who studied and made golem spells were not cared for. This time, it was also the people above who reached some kind of agreement with the Eye of True Vision that gave them the power to control the giant rock golem.

Originally, human beings already needed a lot of strength to drive a Graeme for construction machinery, so they would burn the magic furnace that outputs energy and power. Even if a lot of ancient spells are used. The rock colossus was still using some way to supply the magic, as evidenced by the constant roar.

A muffled bass came from the soles of his feet. It was as if solid rock and loose earth were crumpled into a stone hammer, and then crushed to the ground with a roar. The smell of dirt in the humid air, vaguely mixed with the sound of something burning, was undoubtedly the result of a spell.

In the middle of the crag, where they had gathered, was a marvelous object that at first glance looked like some kind of ritual altar. The reason for this belief is that on top of that strange shape, there is a sun emblem representing the Vyjinas sect.

Oddly enough. It bears the mark of the Wickinas cult that disparages black, but it is all made of pitch-black metal. And the structure is one section higher than the surrounding area. The most striking thing is the black disc in the center, with columns engraved with wonderful words on its four corners.

In addition to the four highest corners, there were several slightly thin columns on the disk, and around them were several steel prisms in a circular arrangement. If you look closer, you can see that the smooth black surface is engraved with a large number of ancient characters. On top of the double concentric circle in the center, there is a slightly thick polygonal pillar that pierces the sky, and the complex geometric Rubik's cube covers the surroundings.

With a muffled, frightening driving sound, the base of the massive "altar" slowly moved, the dark black ring and the ultramarine ring on its outer side constantly rotating counterclockwise. This is probably a drive that uses something as fuel to produce magic.

After all, this is a wilderness away from the city, and the only way to get energy efficiently is to use this mobile magic furnace.

"It's a suspicious device, and I don't know how that guy with a nose that sticks up to the sky got this kind of thing," the man in black glanced at the operator sent by the True Eye angrily, and said indignantly, "It's good to have spare money to study things, but what exactly have those guys studied? Even if you only look at the appearance, you don't think it has anything to do with those cultists who shout 'Long live the sun' every day." ”

Around the disc there are countless columns of characters, many of which are extremely rare ancient characters, and even those who are obsessed with ancient books have never seen them. A large number of ancient characters with remnants are combined into a thick wall, and several layers of light and shadow surround it.

For most humans, this may be nothing more than an unclear pattern. But for those who know these words, their existence has the coercive power to interfere in the world. By writing ancient words in a certain way, you can achieve a power similar to that of magic.

Only a very small part of the text and compilation sequence are recognized, and most of the rest can only be seen in the shadow of one. I am afraid that the shadow that has been passing over the head since just now is also a type that I don't recognize, but it is quite difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Countless words are swimming towards the pale silver cocoon of light that looms above the altar, like a school of fish in the depths of the sea. Regardless of the size of the columns, the vast majority of them shine with different brilliance. I thought it was weaving some kind of spell, but it seemed like it was just providing energy for the Colossus.

A faint glimmer of light dispelled the unsettling darkness of the night. However, because there is no other light source in the field of vision, the field of view is compressed to an extremely narrow level. In particular, the front is surrounded by darkness that is difficult to see, except for the area illuminated by the cocoon of light.

The occasional flash of light and shadow in the distance seemed to be a vehicle of the garrison heading into the distance. Not long ago, in order to suppress the Golem's firepower, which once threatened the altar that attracted ancient writing, the mages gathered above the Golem also threw fireballs in order to force them back.

Looking at the headlights in the distance, his companion standing beside him hesitated in the clubhouse: "Those disturbing guards...... I've run far now, but I always feel that something is not right. With their mobility, it was easy for them to attack outside our range, so why did they suddenly pull away such a long distance? Although the counterattack just now hit several lightly armored vehicles, it did not deal an effective blow to them. ”

It's a hilly area with a variety of miscellaneous trees, and it's a huge structure that can't be moved without anyone noticing. This undoubtedly meant that they would be engaged in a head-on firefight with the garrison and garrison defenses.

It's just that so far there has been no decent resistance in the path of the rock colossus. In addition to the initial ragged defensive line defenders, the mobile forces that came to support were only using weak firepower to maintain a deterrent attack. With their simple resistance, the vehicles collapsed in one fell swoop.

The previous assault had already made it clear to most of the members of the True Eye that the city, which had never experienced a war, would not give up resistance and retreat in the face of its attackers, despite their scrambling. Now that there is such a big commotion, there is no decent resistance, which makes them feel a little strange.

But then again, if you do get to that point, will you be able to fight? Although the word battle is simple to say, it also means that if necessary, there is the awareness to kill the enemy. When he was about to face an enemy whose goal was to kill him, he had no room to spare mercy.

"Wouldn't that be nice?"

A member of the True Eye who walked over glanced at the two of them with disdain, and said mockingly: "Anyway, those guys should know that we have a fatal difference with them, and if we want to, it is just a matter of a gesture to kill them." ”

There was arrogance in his words, as if the lives of others had nothing to do with him...... No, it may be that in his world, there is no room for the existence of those who are "powerless". The man in black smiled bitterly like crushing an ant under his feet, even if he served the ultramarine faction together, but he really couldn't imagine that he would be the companion of this kind of person.

The attitude of these madmen is unpleasant...... But there was nothing he could do, because if he didn't obey them, his companions might become bait on their tables.

That's when ......

A heavy pause came from below, and with a thunderous roar, the rock colossus shook, and the whole of the structure that maintained the active spell began to shake violently and unnormally.

"What's wrong?"

Glancing disdainfully at him and his companions, the mage under the True Eye asked angrily, apparently this situation was not what they expected.

But the roar continued, and the body of the Rock Colossus continued to vibrate...... The sound of the earth crushing, the cracking of rocks, and the sliding of vegetation covering the soil.

A variety of sounds mingled together, and in between, they seemed to hear the shrill roar of steel colliding with each other. (To be continued......)

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