ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

Night, forever a paradise for conspirators.

When the blood moon rose again in the sky, the dark sky had already brought a thick killing aura to the sound.

Spark Prison was as silent as ever, the soldiers were loyally guarding their posts, and the warden's office was still lit up.

In the deepest part of the punishment area, in Black Cell Thirteen, Chris Pinberland opened his deep eyes.

After listening to the floor for a while, and making sure that the guards in the corridor outside the cell had left, Bolan's right hand flipped slightly, and three strange little beetles appeared in his palm.

"Come, baby, get to work, and let me see if you're as useful as your master. Bolan muttered.

Gold Eater Worm, one of the most rare magic insects that has been seen by the Wind Roaring Great 6.

They naturally like to devour metals, and after absorbing the components they need in these metals, they quickly excrete them from their bodies, forming feces, which are the famous rare metals of Big 6, Black Star Iron. The puppets made of this metal are far superior to ordinary puppets in terms of material. Even if you build a weapon, it's an absolutely sophisticated weapon.

In that era of alchemical madness, gold-eating insects were frantically searched, and people used them as a basis for the production of raw materials. However, with the degradation of the environment, the gold devouring insects, which are not strong in their own reproductive ability, have encountered a genocidal crisis, and three hundred years ago, the last habitat of the gold devouring insects was completely destroyed, and at least thirty forbidden spell-level spells completely wiped out the ironwood jungle within a radius of three hundred miles from the map. Since then, the Gold Eater has disappeared from this world.

Although it is believed that there will always be a small number of gold-eating insects that survive, to this day, few people have reproduced them, and to this day, they appear in Bolan's hands. There is no doubt that Xiu Yi came from Purgatory Island** in the first place.

The incantation moved, and the three gold devouring insects that had been sleeping steepened their wings and chewed on the shackles made of specially made synthetic metal, making an unpleasant metal grinding sound.

The shackles quickly broke into several pieces under the devouring of the gold devouring insects, and the mutilated body sat up, and the cold eyes emitted a scorching light.

Carefully putting away the gold-eating insects, Bolan's eyes were fixed on the door of the black prison.

The prison door in the punishment area is not trivial, but sealed with a magic circle, and can only be opened if it is activated from the outside. Anyone who tries to force a gate will be attacked by magic from above.

Some glittering blue glittering powder was sprinkled on the iron door by Bolan.

The blue light on the powder flickered incessantly, and the light became brighter and brighter.

Energy powder, a special powder specially designed to absorb the energy of the hedrons. It was an energy supply device used in the door of Electra's laboratory. It is this little thing that can automatically absorb energy that allows Electra's circle to survive for hundreds of years.

If Electra was a genius of Ming, then Hugh Igler was a genius of use, and he was keenly aware that the energy powder could actually exert a greater effect, rather than simply being the energy supply center of the constant circle.

Most of the alchemy mechanisms in this world, no matter how elaborate they are designed, have one of the most basic commonalities, that is, they all need to use energy crystals as the source power. Without the Power Hedron power, all traps will automatically fail.

It is safer, more practical, and less expensive than Mana Potions.

The energy on the iron door was quickly absorbed by the blue powder.

Without the Prison Circle, the door of the cell could no longer block anyone's entry and exit.

Seeing that the door to freedom was about to open, even the strongest men couldn't help but get excited.

Although Huyglaire had repeatedly assured him that these things would be able to do their job, it was only at this moment that Bolan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The strange alchemy products possessed by the mysterious alchemist boy were all surprising to him.

However, this is just the beginning.

Something strange little again appeared in Bolan's hand.

Spotted Butterfly, a flyable alchemy product recorded in Electra's notebook, alongside the Scout Bee. Unlike the Scout Bee, the Spotted Butterfly does not have the ability to scout, it is a multi-purpose miniature puppet with a powder on its wings that emits anesthetic gases, which can be sprinkled during flight to make a person unconscious, and can also be used for other things with their multifunctional feet.

In the pitch-black corridor, several spotted butterflies flew out through the cracks in the cell door, and they fluttered to the other black cells, waving their wings and sprinkling energy powder.

The blue powder waved again, and the energy crystals inlaid on the magic circles gradually became dim under the adsorption of the powder.

Several gold-eating insects on the ground crawled out of their cells and burrowed into the other cell doors.

Seeing that all this was going smoothly, a thick smile appeared in Bolan's eyes.

Time passed minute by minute, and Bolan waited silently until the gold eaters returned to him.

He raised his remaining right arm and slammed it against the wall of the cell.

A dull crashing sound began to erupt from within the iron prison.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!!"

"Bang Bang Bang !!"

Bolan tapped the wall again and again, as if encouraged by something, and the rest of the black prisoners responded in a similar way.

In the entire punishment area, the sound of black prison inmates hitting the cell sounded one after another, gathering more and more, like the dull beating of drums in the distant sky, echoing in this prison.

"Oh!" some of the prisoners even let out a wolf-like roar, which startled the faces of all the guards.

In a flash, this language, which was unique to the inmates, spread throughout the Spark Prison, echoing over the area.

The carriage stopped at the entrance to Spark Prison.

A pair of slender hands reached out of the window, holding a pass.

After the guards saw the documents, they confirmed that they were correct and allowed them to pass.

The carriage was carried into prison.

Arriving at the little white building, Xiue got out of the carriage, lifted off his gold-rimmed glasses, and walked towards the warden's office.

Count Sterrias is now working in his office.

As the largest and strongest prison in the Empire, it is also home to the most dangerous and difficult prisoners.

There are several riots in Spark Prison every year, and there are always criminals trying to break out of this large cage and yearn for a free world outside.

Faced with this situation, the empire has always been ruthlessly suppressed.

Every spring, due to the existence of the material fair, it is the most prosperous month in the city of Royo, and the bandits are more and more rampant at this time. Some large, organized bandit groups will even storm Spark Prison en masse.

They don't see it as a prison robbery, but more like a suicidal attack.

In the last two years, however, the phenomenon has become much lighter, and the bandits of the Pyrias are tending to a more secretive way of plundering, easily ceasing to appear as large bandit groups, but more of a fragmented group, but organized in alliances when necessary.

This practice of being able to break up the whole into parts at any time and gather the parts into whole makes the work of suppressing bandits in the mountainous areas more difficult.

He was asked to make a report on the situation of the mountain bandits, which made the Earl very angry.

In his opinion, his job is to watch the robbers in the cage, not to understand the robbers outside the cage. It is outrageous to have a warden do the assessment and situation report of the bandits in the mountains.

Count Sterrias could have imagined that this must have been another masterpiece created by the intrigues of the upper echelons.

This kind of situation report involves many levels, whether the empire will use troops in the future, how to use troops, and resource allocation are likely to come from this aspect. There must be a lot of people rushing to get the job in their hands and then make the most advantageous analysis of the situation.

But the end result was that they left it all to a warden.

There was more than one outrageous thing, and the arrival of the seventh-level master Abraham Mallett was a headache for the Earl.

Lord Earl has always believed that the existence of a strong person is in itself the greatest damage to the social system.

Aside from their destructive abilities, their presence contributes little to society.

They will not formulate policies according to the local people's livelihood, will not understand the people's feelings, will not solve the contradictions between right and wrong, the administrative capacity is almost zero, they have no contribution to the society and the country, on the contrary, because of their absolute force and special status, they have become the destroyer of the system, the destroyer of order, to some extent, even the gravedigger of a country.

There is no shortage of events in history where nations are at war with each other due to the stupid crimes committed by a certain strong man, and in the end thousands of bloodshed and countries are destroyed.

In addition to war, tearing and fighting, these strong people can be useless, but because of their great ability, they cannot but be valued. They destroy the necessary foundation for the survival of a nation, and yet they are used as big trees by those in power, and this is the problem of the wizarding world.

The samurai were even better, and because of the Knight's Creed, the vast majority of the samurai were proud of belonging to and obeying the Empire. But those proud magicians are all troublesome, they obey the orders of the Magic Association more than the state, but they still take the fortune of the empire, these old men shout that magic is noble every day, but in fact, they are extremely shameless.

Abraham Mallett, the seventh-level division, is such a typical existence.

As one of the four divisions of the empire, he holds a huge amount of imperial offerings every year, but hardly contributes anything to the empire. On the contrary, he went to Spark Prison every year in a rather elegant manner, and then used his prominent status to interrogate and torture prisoners.

Spark Prison has its own rules and regulations, and here he Strias is the only one who speaks. But the arrival of the division always changed all this, and Mallett simply ignored the authority of Strias, and always shouted at him with arrogance.

And this year, this hateful, hateful division is coming to interrogate the prisoner again.

Along with this nasty news came an equally nasty piece of news - I heard that a bandit group had appeared on the outskirts of Royo. The City Lord's Mansion asked the Darkscale Beast troops to dispatch. If the information is confirmed, it will be eliminated on the spot.

"Spark Prison is like a storage place for the strong, they can lift it when they want, let it go when they want, I myself am an innocent battle victim, I have become a coolie in the wrestling of political power, and even my people have become a force they can call upon at will!"

Lord Count Strias gritted his teeth and complained angrily, but he had no choice but to accept the assignment.

The Darkscale Beast Force itself is not just a defensive force in the Spark Prison, it is more of a pursuit force.

"Report, Prison Chief. ”

"What's the matter?" asked Sterrias angrily.

"Master Siseddar Daniel asks to see you. ”

Count Sterrias said, "What is he doing when he comes to me so late?"

Obviously, the answer to this question can only be obtained from the other party himself. Count: "Let him in." ”

The door suddenly opened, and a teenager strode in.

None other than Huey.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Count Strias, late at night, and I hope you won't mind. "Hue was polite.

To the surprise of Count Strias, the image of Sisserdar Daniels today seemed to be different from that of the past, but he did not know for a moment what was the difference.

However, out of politeness, he laughed and left his place and faced Xiui with open arms:

"Oh, nice to see you, my friend. I've missed you since that day, but never had a chance to see you again. Well, Heather, tell me what you have come to me for now, and you can see that you need my help somewhere. ”

"Indeed, Lord Count Strias. ”

"Well, whatever, I'm happy to work for you. ”

"Hell robbery, my lord. Huey replied.

The sword stabbed swiftly into the Count's neck......

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