Wren always felt that the goddess of fate didn't do anything right, and caught him every day.

The Prince of Colors is coming.

A big multicolored lizard, even if it's just a clone, you can't see it unless Wren is blind.

It also knew that Wren had seen it, after all, it was more than a hundred meters long and the exaggerated size was placed here, unless it was some kind of shadow dragon, it was impossible not to find out.

In fact, it doesn't advance or retreat, it just flies around the academy headquarters, which is the most torturous for Wren.

There is such an oversized fly here, fly around casually twice, and the sky will be full of wind and clouds, and the mountain rain is about to come, where do you let Wren teach quietly.

It is even more impossible to place the academy near the Marat Tunnel.

When it comes to drilling holes, the color prince is the professional.

Theoretically, the movement of a giant dragon will be limited in the cave area, but think about it from another angle, is it that Wren's disciples have no way to retreat and have nowhere to hide?

Again, the dragon's body model and the length of his health bar determine that he can miss many times. And the Fa Ye will go to hell to report if he misses once.

Wren was genuinely nervous this time. After all, he couldn't imagine that there was any easy way to take out a legendary dragon that was almost full of resistance.

This thing, even if he has the achievement of [Dragon Buster], it still may not be stable.

It's not that he doesn't have a backhand, the key is that all backhands must also be built on a certain strength. It's like he could try to get an off-road vehicle to drag a car stuck in the dirt, but he couldn't get an ant to drag it out.

"Wren, are you nervous about your apprentices?" Sophia noticed Wren's restlessness, but she got the point wrong.

No, I'm nervous about myself.

But Wren, a lot of times, the whole body is left with a hard mouth.

He picked up the master's shelf, sat on the chair in the study, picked up the black tea handed over by Sophia, took a sip, and slowly began to flicker: "In my home world, legend has it that a lion will push his lion cub off a cliff and let him climb up by himself. ”

"So cruel?" Sophia was taken aback.

"Whether this legend is true or not, I can be sure that a weak lion who has no ability to stand on his own will die in the wild in the future even if his parents don't do it. Either die in the mouth of a hyena, or be killed by prey. The world of Kaos has never been a warm world, and since they will have to face all this sooner or later, it is better to face it sooner while I have time. ”

Wren didn't know that outside the study at this moment, Flora was just about to knock on the door, and her raised hand was fixed in the air.

Pursing her lips, Flora turned to leave.

It wasn't until she was far away from the door that she could open at any time that Flora unconsciously turned her back to the sky and muttered to herself with emotion:

"Master, why are you so great? It comes from the order, but it goes far beyond the order itself. You can already reshape the laws of the world, but you are willing to favor small mortals like us. Extraordinary personality, great power, infinite knowledge...... You say you're not a god, and who would believe you? ”

Once upon a time, she fell into despair. The feeling of drowning still tugged at her mind and washed away her remnants of sanity even after she had fled ashore. However, before this despair completely engulfed her, Master appeared.

"Master has already helped me and helped us a few times to this point, what reason do we have to stagnate!"

After a wry smile, in the eyes of this once incomparably young aristocratic daughter, there was only firmness beyond the mortal world. She strode toward Barronde's workshop.

Not long after, the six brothers and sisters gathered around the huge magic costume structure.

Their expressions were solemn, and the magic around them was surging, and countless physical formulas turned into bands of incantations that lingered around them.

Faced with the huge construct-like mechas, they gave them magic power one by one.

"I'm named after Downs Quixote! Give this tomahawk the power of Thunder! "The furious thunder fell from the nine heavens, and when it came to the sky above the workshop, it turned into a tiny band of light as docile as a hair, lingering on the huge pure gold battle axe. A bright light flashed, and the inscription of [Tesla] appeared on the edge of the axe.

The terrifying momentum made the wind and clouds change color, and the dwarven craftsmen who watched this scene from a distance were so frightened that they fell to their knees one after another.

But the ceremony could not be interrupted, and Wren's disciples continued stubbornly.

"I'm named after Harry Winston! Give this shield the power to protect against impact! Then there was a soft earthy yellow glow, like a drop of rich oil paint on the paper, spreading on the giant dragon head shield of the mecha, completely merging the dragon head with the entire shield.

"I'm in the name of Barend's hammer! Grant this mecha an immortal soul! A crystal light flashed, and the dwarven mecha, which was originally just a simple creation, seemed to come to life, it was no longer a dead thing, but a magical structure that inherited the unyielding will of all dwarves.

"In the name of Matt Schunel, I give it the power of Bigby!" This was not an illusion, as the words fell, the dragon tendons on the arms of the dwarf mecha seemed to be twice as thick, and even the metal armor on the outside of the arms seemed to bulge a little as a result.

Finally, Flora took a step forward and said aloud in a Qingyue female voice that was completely different from several of her senior brothers: "I, Flora Esfield's acting master, Wren Tesla, is in the name of the [School of Physics]!" Grant it all the glory of the School of Physics! ”

At this moment, in the workshop, some kind of mysterious power shook violently.

Two huge purple-blue characters suddenly appeared out of thin air, inscribed on a pair of shoulder armor of the dwarven mecha. An invisible force of extreme horror swept away from the mecha.

Brilliant light burst out from the mecha, washing and dyeing every inch of space in this huge workshop, and wherever the light went, any cold aura disappeared in an instant.

One by one, illusions flew out of the word [Li], and although the flashes of the fragments were so fast, everyone could still vaguely recognize that it was Wren who bombarded the lords with magic horns to the scum.

This is the [Evil Buster] brought by the [Evil Buster]!

In the next second, a similar vision appeared, it was a giant dragon that had been killed by Wren. Their massive bodies have been reduced to small and annoying trophies in front of them.

This is the [Dragon Slayer] brought by the [Dragon Buster]!

If the first two powers were still in everyone's calculations, when the third was majestic enough to shake the breath of the legendary heavenly kingdom, Wren's disciples were at a loss.

In the vision, several ugly trolls with huge bodies like mountains are hated by Wren. It's just that this light and shadow are too blurry, and it is likely that the Kaos world has not officially recognized this miracle that belongs to Wren alone.

Only the oldest dwarven technician present had a blank brain, staring at the dark cloud in front of him that was suppressed by the golden light for a long time, and only then did he squeeze out a few words from between his teeth: "Lord Tesla once slaughtered a god?" ”

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone in the audience was stunned.

At this moment, a deep and wild voice resounded through the sky and pierced into the workshop: "Wren Tesla! You liar who deceives the world and steals your name, come out and die! Then all your treasures will be mine! Hahahaha! ”

(End of chapter)