Chapter 402: Ruins 29

The storm finally subsided, and the sunlight with moisture fell on what was once the city's garbage dump, and Du Zhengyi stood on a stone in the rubble and looked at the distant mountains, as if standing on a giant ship debris in the ocean and looking at the other side.

After midnight, the city will rebe reborn and erase everything that mad mage has done here. Du Zhengyi felt that this place was a bit like a cube under Qionglin, and a city was like a much larger cube. In the past, when he was on duty in Jonlin, he would sometimes be assigned to analyze and observe, assessing how crazy the madmen in the cube were, and observing their magical behavior. He didn't want to compare the current situation with that time, but he couldn't get rid of the bitterness in his mouth.

He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and put it in his mouth, the end of which spontaneously ignited a cluster of sparks, and he spat out a puff of smoke. Three shadows were slowly approaching him, and he had already noticed that he could have handled it more easily if he had been placed in the past. Some people pity him for his current state, in fact, he doesn't care at all, he has always been wearing shackles, and now of course he is forced to wear them, but the first shackles were voluntarily brought by him. He accepted the obligation, accepted the duty, and volunteered to be the ox pulling the cart.

Not complaining. Forget it, I'm already complaining when I think of this. Du Zheng threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, and suddenly felt that he was really enough, thinking too much, and was infected by Luo Qi with a stupid disease.

He has seventeen solutions to the problem, he can use energy-intensive lightning to carbonize everything that doesn't please his eyes, and he can use low-energy methods to teleport spikes to kill each other one by one like a model worker. He can manipulate climate magic to fill every rat hole in the city with water through the stormy weather, forcing out the golems, madmen, and Roach. He could lay out the sensing magic here, count every trace of magic, and sort it out as he had done in the past, finding all the paths that Roach had moved, and turning him over.

But he doesn't have that kind of serious work mood today. He didn't want to use high-energy magic for this matter and try his luck by sending himself to a tipping point, and he didn't have that kind of self-sacrificing mood today. Another day, another day, he will be as fearless as the last time he dealt with Sect Master Zhao and Clownfish with Luo Qi.

He could be sure that both Master Xiang Qian and Liu Ziyu had left the sandbox, and he sensed the magical energy that had been opened once in the sandbox channel. He raised his head and stared into the void ahead. He didn't formalize any magic, he didn't have the golden grid and automatically calculated formulas like Liu Ziyu, he could sense the magic itself, the magic echoed his existence, and in the other important field that he concentrated on opening, magic manifested in another form.

Liu Ziyu translated spells, split structures, and repaired calculation formulas, which he also had the skills he had acquired from school, and he himself corrected the beacon of space magic. But there are other things, some of his innate powers, that will allow the wizarding world to open up for him naturally, countless interfaces, countless underlying structures, which Qionglin calls the Du clan has the closest bloodline to the ancestor, and Roach will call this gene. The entanglement of the Lonely Mountain Guards was bound to his instinctive power as a shackle, but for the first time in his life, there was a lasting conflict between the Venerables of Qionglin, and the sandbox was brought by Fan Ya, and the use of the puppet imitated the alien organizational structure, which was still Fan Ya's handiwork. The entanglement became fragile after several logics, and there was an inconsistency between Qionglin's actions and guarding the lonely mountain, and at this moment, Du Zhengyi was no longer bound to do anything.

Countless delicate structures flashed through his mind, and he had guessed as a child that perhaps his ancestors would have been able to understand these magic in the time of the Ancestral Mage, and that he would not be able to make large-scale adjustments to these complex structures, but that there were some operations that he could modify.

For example, remove the barrier of the sandbox and open the fourth wall of this dramatic world.

A storm quietly began in the force field, and Du Zhengyi looked at the distant mountain, as if there was a problem with the game's graphics card, and the blue-red bar was torn like lightning on the distant mountain. The distant mountains melted into a mosaic, and static electricity creaked and burst in another level of vision of the wizarding world, a massive magical realization that was unbearable for the already out-of-control minds of the high-powered golems.

Someone let out a howl not far away, and the high-powered mages were instinctively attracted by the high concentration of magical power. Like a schizophrenic who was attracted by the public station, the three high-energy puppets approaching Du Zhengyi hesitated, and the edge of the sandbox that was torn apart in the distant mountains burned with a strong magical aura that strongly attracted them.

Du Zhengyi joined the secret words observed from Fanning, all the small magic streams that happened around him could not escape his feelings, they had better play magic behind his back, no one would have any secrets in front of him. He had pondered Fanning's magic while he had waited for the storm to pass, it was indeed something he had never known, perhaps a small number of secret words held by the Fan clan, all the old families had some secret magic. He called out in these ciphers, and the sandbox gave him a response, speeding up the process of opening the sandbox.

One after another, high-powered puppets seemed to emerge from the ground, and one by one they stood still, gradually running towards the burning walls of the sandbox. A gap loomed, and Du Zhengyi guessed that he was now feeling a violent change in energy outside, and he might have made a mess. The first high-energy puppet to rush out might have crashed into the arms of a mage, and he didn't worry much about those mages, high-energy mages from all walks of life, several battle mages, dozens of first-level masters, and Venerables. He could imagine the chaos outside, but why did he have to clean up the mess at all these times, and it only made sense for everyone to share some of the work.

He kept his distance from the high-powered golem, gradually approaching the torn walls of the sandbox, and finally stopped on a hill of rubble not far from the exit. There were six high-energy golems, and one by one they tentatively walked out of the sandbox, probably to a higher energy for his simple brain.

Immediately afterwards, there was a shock from the underground, Du Zhengyi keenly caught a large number of footsteps, an iron door was pushed open, and the flood underground finally found a gate that could climb out.

Gradually, the puppets poured out from various exits underground, ignoring Du Zheng standing on the hill. Du Zhengyi thought that they relied on instinct to act, Luo Qi and Liu Ziyu's judgment was right, the puppet was connected by consciousness, and hundreds of brains were connected to evolve an independent consciousness, and now this consciousness subject has found an outlet for life, and the instinct to survive prompts them to run wildly there.

Du Zheng looked down, in a large group of ragged puppet zombies, he saw Luo Qi at a glance, and followed the team to run wildly, full of zombies in front of and behind him. Even he himself is no different from a zombie, the same sluggishness, running with the same rhythm of the team.