While the Drow swordswoman was in a dilemma, Levi and the others did not immediately set off for the Icarus Power Furnace.

Because just as Levi finished saying that he would leave immediately, the unfortunate Black Dragon Kang Gevian knelt down directly for him... Oh, it's just lying on the ground.

Seeing the pain on this guy's face, he groaned:

"Boss, can't you let us slow down? I'm almost half bloody, and if my wound breaks again, I'm afraid I'll become the first black dragon in history to die of anemia.

"And can you give me a few more shots of the [Healing Technique]? Without the [Healing Technique], I'm going to die..."

This guy has recently become addicted to this micro-effect [Healing].

Although a single shot didn't have much effect, when several [healing techniques] were stacked in a row, it was as if they were back in a warm dragon's nest, and they were warm all over their bodies, and they dozed off.

You can even feel the itching sensation of the wound as it slowly scabs over.

Kangevian felt very comfortable.

"Damn!

Levi looked at the black dragon's shameless and lazy appearance, and he really couldn't help kicking him in the ass.

"Oooo

The wound that had just healed collapsed on the spot, and the dragon's blood rushed to the ceiling of the passage...

On the spot, he covered his buttocks and trembled, "My god Tiamat! There is a red dragon openly persecuting your people!"

"Shut up, you!"

As soon as Levi heard the name Tiamat, the corners of his eyebrows twitched, for fear that this guy would attract the attention of the lady again, so he inserted the scabbard into the black dragon's mouth on the spot, and the only words left were 'woo woo'.

Seeing that the amount of bleeding from this black dragon was really a bit large, he still threw a few more [healing techniques] at this product with a disgusted face.

The shame of the five-colored dragon turned into a sage on the spot, and it let out an 'oh' sound, and then fell silent.

If it weren't for the fact that this black dragon was still of some use, Levi would really want to return this eye-catching guy on the spot!

After stabilizing the black dragon, Levi glanced at the others again, and found that except for himself and Alley, everyone was really injured.

Especially the minotaur Ren, who is the leader of the team, was almost cut by a thousand knives in the cultivation room, and the fresh scars on his body were like putting on a leopard print stockings...

How to fight the regiment with the remnants of the tank!

Levi threw a few rounds of [Healing Technique] alone, sighed and said:

"Forget it, let's find a place to rest for the time being. When we begin to violently cut off the supply of the main energy circuit, we will definitely attract a siege by the constructor army, which is a bad thing. ”

"Thank you, Lord Hogg, for your understanding! The Minotaur was the first to say gratefully.

Seeing that Levi, who was anxious, finally listened to the persuasion, Di Shana and the others also breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"It's true that there's no need to be in a hurry, it's only the first day of exploration, it's still early for the legends to enter the arena, and most of the other members of the team who are still alive are still exploring on the first layer, and besides us, there shouldn't be anyone else who has the ability to fight the idea of the Mithic core. ”

Levi nodded and let go of the black dragon's mouth: "Where is it safer?"

"It was a toilet on the spot... Hmm..."

As soon as the thing said the smelly place, it was re-gagged.

......

In the small bathroom, a bonfire was lit.

The minotaur openly roasted beef in the bathroom... Fragrant.

Not beef, to be exact, but a type of meat called Lothmon.

Loohmon is a medium-sized fungus creature that is more common in the dark regions, as a domestic animal, similar to the status of cattle on the ground, often used to carry goods, and is also the main source of meat for drow elves, whose fur, bones and blood can be used.

Even Levi, who hated the uncleanliness of the bathroom, couldn't help but swallow when he looked at the shiny pieces of meat on the campfire.

The black dragon next to him even leaked out, if it weren't for Levi's glaring at him, I'm afraid that the saliva of this cargo would have corroded a hole in the deck of this layer...

But to be honest, as a dragon who had already eaten a meal before leaving, he was not very hungry, and the leg meat that seemed to be dozens of pounds in the Minotaur was probably not enough for him to stuff his teeth between the teeth.

Taking advantage of this gap, Levi talks to the Drow wizard he rescued:

"How's your health?"

This was a question that Levi intended to avoid.

After all, the other party has been injected with the kind of weird medicine that is enough to make normal people crazy, just like a terminally ill patient with few lives.

But Levi thought about it, instead of deceiving himself, it was better to make this problem clear.

If the other party changes his mind halfway, it is better to give up the Mithic energy core.

As for the life and death of the drow female swordsman, it is none of his business, maybe she will be able to lure out the forces behind her if she hangs up.

But to his surprise, the Drow Wizard's mental state did not look like a desperate person at all.

The Drow Wizard was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then said calmly: "No problem, he has observed the mutation cycle of the injected person, the average is about three days and four hours, and I have about two days left, which is enough to take out the Mithic core." ”

Li Wei frowned slightly, and the other party's reaction was completely beyond his expectations, so he asked with some hesitation:

"You seem... Don't care about your own death at all?"

"There is death in all life, and it is my lifelong wish to be able to come into contact with the Mithic Core before I die. Drow said proudly.

Levi's brows furrowed even deeper, and he suddenly asked a completely irrelevant question:

"With your temperament, how did you grow from those energetic female drows to such a big one?"

"What?" the Drow Wizard didn't seem to understand Levi's question.

Levi smiled kindly, "It's nothing, just kidding, you guys rest first." ”

With that, Levi nodded to Alley, who looked up, to indicate that he was fine, and then turned and entered the bathroom cubicle.

The door blocked the light from the campfire and covered Levi's face in shadows, so that no one could see his expression.

It had been abandoned for nearly three thousand years, and there was nothing disgusting about the chamber except for the slight smell of decay and rust.

Levi, who was standing for a while, took out the alchemy artifact he had picked up from the cultivation room from his pocket.

After comparing it to something in the dream, it was finally confirmed that this thing was not a dangerous weapon.

Rather, it was developed by a certain Grand Arcanist during the Haze of Netheriel, and it is claimed that it has solidified the [Communication] and can communicate freely through the magic web... Personal terminals.

To put it another word in a way that's easier to understand... This thing is a magic version of a mobile phone!

Or an old man...

In the era of Netherre's haze, although various problems and potential crises emerged one after another, the research and development of various technological trees and creations never stopped.

There are some things, even if they are placed in the Blue Star, that is unheard of.

And some similar things have also been made.

It's just that most of them stop at the welfare of the upper nobility.

The vast majority of ordinary people living in the Floating City have not yet been able to enjoy the dividends of that era.

This is also the inevitability caused by the solidification of the magic world class.

Naturally, it also includes this kind of personal terminal that can connect to the magic web.

In the year that Levi's dream was shattered, the Grand Arcanist had already begun to come up with a concept:

That is, through it, you can download spell models directly from the magic web, and try to cast spells directly from your personal terminal through magic resonance technology.

However, according to Levi's speculation, he still failed to implement this technology until the end of the Nethrel era.

Otherwise, this epochal invention that can turn mortals into magic machine guns is enough to make him go down in history!

At that time, Karthas had a customized version in his hand, which was by no means comparable to the mass-produced goods in his hand.

With the excitement of some kind of alternative 'village network', Li Wei turned on this old man's machine.

A holographic fluorescence ejects from the terminal.

The familiar boot picture has not changed for more than 100 years, and it is worthy of him...

A smile appeared on Levi's lips.

Fortunately, it is worthy of the guy who uses the old man's machine, and he didn't even set up his identity.

Otherwise, with his three-legged cat skills, he really couldn't break through this damn protection.

In the background of the hologram is a family portrait of the holder of this terminal, and if you look at the glowing bald braincase, you know that if you are not an arcaneist, you are a researcher.

The wife is not beautiful, but she is dignified, and the faces of the two children are full of laughter without trouble.

It's a pity that they have all disappeared in the long river of history...

Levi looked at the interface, and I don't know if it was because the magic net collapsed once, and the upper right corner of the interface showed that there was no link to the magic net.

Many apps couldn't be opened, so he had to try them out one by one until an app called Memos was clicked.

Levi's pupils shrank!

This is the researcher's diary!

Although some places have been garbled due to damaged memory cards, you can still see the approximately!

He hurried to look at it:

"Nether 3520, March 15.

It was supposed to be a day to celebrate, my birthday.

And my wife gave me this personal terminal, although it is an out-of-print old second-hand phone, and because the protection system has been brute-forcedly cracked by second-class traffickers, and no longer has the security setting function, but I still love it, thank you my dear Nasha.

But today is also a dreary day, the great Grand Oso, Iolum, missing...

His friends, including his best disciple, now the Chief Consul, His Majesty Karthas, believed that he had to leave Nessera because of his heavy reliance on the power of magic to keep him alive.

The populace also learned of Iolum's disappearance, and Netherel was now in a panic.

The great arcaneists above are also always worried.

Because of the situation... It is already on the verge of mutiny...