Magus Tech (Technological Wizard)

About the same time.

Somewhere on the east coast, in an underground hall.

With a "squeak", the door of the hall opened, and Muse in charge walked in, glanced briefly at the busy people in the hall, walked straight to the exclusive seat at the back of the hall, and sat down.

The body stretched out on the seat, relaxing to the fullest. This lasted for a long time, Muse suddenly opened his eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled, feeling something was wrong.

Hmm, something is wrong. What's wrong?

That's right, until now, no one has given her a cup of flower petal honey water with the right temperature and sweetness in time.

Muse frowned, sat upright in her seat, and quickly scanned the entire hall with her eyes, and then found more things that were wrong: Compared with the hall in the past, although there are still many people in the hall at this time Busy, but the number of people is definitely not as many as before. Most importantly, Franklin isn't here.

this--

Muse pursed her lips lightly, and asked in the next moment, "Franklin, where is he?"

The people in the hall were so busy that they didn't dare to raise their heads, and no one answered——dare not or didn't know.

Muse was sullen, her voice became louder, and she shouted again: "I'm asking you, are you deaf? Franklin, where are you going, tell me!"

"The Muse is in charge." A weak voice sounded—someone finally answered.

Muse immediately heard the sound and looked over, and saw that it was a short wizard who was only 1.6 meters tall, with brown hair, wearing a lead gray coat, and was looking at him nervously.

Muse recognized it. The other party was the captain of another team under her. Because of his poor ability, the team had very few members, and he was no match for Franklin. And because the other party is ugly and not as sensible as Franklin, she has always been ignored by her.

Muse looked at each other and said, "Sisko, right?"

"Eh—" The other party hesitated for a moment, but said honestly, "Muse is in charge, I'm Thomas."

"..." Muse opened her mouth, "Well, Thomas, do you know where Franklin went? Tell me."

"Gudong!"

Under the gaze of the Muse,

The wizard named Thomas first swallowed his saliva a little nervously, and then replied truthfully: "Go back to the Muse to take care of things. In fact, I don't know where Franklin went. I only know that he suddenly took his team with him a day ago. Most of the people left the base and never came back, as if there was a mission."

"Huh? Are you sure he left with most of his team?"

"yes."

"But ordinary missions don't need so many people at all, right?" Muse frowned, looked at Thomas and said, "Thomas, please contact Franklin and ask him what's going on."

"Yes." Thomas didn't dare to have any objection, and he didn't correct the wrong name, so he quickly took out a crystal ball and started to operate.

After a while, Muse waited a little impatiently, and asked aloud, "Is it alright? So slow, Mr. Tom?"

"No, no." Thomas looked up at Muse, with a slightly weird expression, "Muse is in charge, I don't know why, I can't contact them at all, they didn't respond, it seems..."

"Like what?"

"Gudong!"

Thomas swallowed again, without speaking, but held up a crystal ball for Muse to see.

I saw that the crystal ball was pitch-black, and the interior was mixed with a rich and extreme blood-red color, which was very ominous.

Muse looked at it and raised her eyebrows: "Huh? Something happened? Dead?" The expression on his face didn't change much, but his tone cooled down quickly.

"Did you contact Franklin alone, or everyone in their team?" Afterwards, Muse asked Thomas.

"Everyone." Toms responded with a jolt, his voice was very low, lest he might irritate Muse.

After Muse heard this, she stopped talking immediately, and the atmosphere in the entire hall suddenly became a little frozen. People who were busy in the hall felt a strong sense of depression, and their breathing was a little difficult, as if there was a hand Stuck neck.

Thomas was the closest, and felt the strongest. Not only was he not breathing well, but he felt like he was about to suffocate. His body was trembling, and he stared at Muse with wide eyes and said, "Muse is in charge... Muse..."

Muse looked at Thomas and asked in a cold voice: "You must know something about Franklin, right? Don't tell me, if you don't belong to the same team as him, you don't know anything, then I will be very disappointed What happened to Franklin, tell me everything you know!"

"I...I..." Thomas's lips trembled a few times, and the next moment he spoke quickly—whether he really knew it or guessed it, he didn't hide it at all.

A few minutes later, Thomas looked at Muse short of breath: "Mu... Muse is in charge, that's it... huh..."

"Swipe", the feeling of depression emanating from Muse disappeared, and Thomas sat down on the ground, panting heavily. After panting for a long time, I raised my head and looked carefully at Muse, and saw that Muse had no expression on his face, his eyes were calm, he couldn't see emotions, and he didn't know what he was thinking. The muse at this time is like an iceberg, which makes Thomas feel even more frightened.

At this moment, Muse suddenly spoke, and said to Thomas: "According to what you said, something happened to Franklin, and it happened a long time ago, but he kept it from me until he brought his team All the people who died, this time I finally can't hide it."

"Yeah." Thomas nodded.

"In this case..." Muse said, "Then open the resurrection pool and resurrect Franklin and all the dead people in his team."

"Resurrect them all? The materials needed..."

"Take as much as you need from the warehouse! I know the materials in the warehouse and how many people can be resurrected. I don't need you to remind me."

"Um, yes." Thomas heard this, and ran away quickly, out of the hall, and ran to a mysterious stone room.

...

And then most of the day later.

In the underground hall, the busy people had already stopped what they were doing, and their eyes were focused on a group of a dozen people standing in the middle of the hall.

A group of more than a dozen people were naturally the revived Franklin and members of his team. Although their bodies were replaced with new ones, their memories were old. Standing in the hall, they were a little confused.

Franklin was better because he stored his memory out of caution two days before the accident. After coming out of the resurrection pool, he had some guesses about the matter. Looking at the Muse in front of him, he felt a little uneasy and confused.

Did the worst happen?

What was it that caused him to die?

Could it be that the manager of Muse noticed that he was concealing the problem, and in a fit of rage, killed him directly? This is unlikely, after all, he has always been very careful, and Muse is not so careless in managing affairs.

So he followed the plan, but the plan failed and he was killed? This is even more impossible. Although the person he wants to investigate has killed four of his subordinates, but killing a team of people including him is too exaggerated, right?

Taking a deep breath, Franklin looked up at Muse in charge with such unease and doubt, and was about to say something when he suddenly saw Muse making a silent gesture to him.

This is?

Franklin froze for a moment, then shrunk his eyes, and saw Muse stretch out a hand, aiming at him.

"Snapped!"

With a sound, as soon as Muse's hand was held, Franklin felt the surrounding air suddenly gather towards his body, and then hit him like a sledgehammer.

With a "click", Franklin felt pain all over his body, the sound of bones breaking, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably.

And Muse didn't want to let him go easily, he continued to clenched his hands tightly, and the surrounding air kept hitting, crushing every inch of his body, giving him the most intense pain.

This pain is nothing - after all, there is a limit to physical pain, and the endless mental torture is even more frightening.

While being attacked by the air, Franklin felt that an irresistible spiritual force crashed into his brain, enveloping every bit of his consciousness, and then shattering it bit by bit. For a moment, the soul seemed to be burned by the flames of hell.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Franklin screamed, his eyes popped, and he rolled on the floor of the hall.

Everyone watched and fell silent, but Muse remained unmoved and continued to hold his hands tightly.

Franklin's whole body began to curl up, and slowly shrunk into a ball. There was no scream in his throat, only the meaningless roar of "Ou Ou Ou".

In the end, even the roar disappeared, and it directly turned into an invisible corpse.

Muse glanced at it, felt that the corpse was an eyesore, and shook his hand again. With a "poof", Franklin's corpse was instantly crushed like a caught orange. The difference is that when the orange was crushed, the juice and flesh splashed out, while Franklin was crushed, and the blood and flesh splashed out—this blood and flesh first splashed in all directions in a rain of flesh and blood.

For a moment, Muse glanced at the ground covered in blood and pieces of flesh, and snorted softly, but the emotions in his heart were not relieved. Turning his head slightly to one side, he yelled coldly at the 1.6-meter-tall wizard: "Tang Duos, go, resurrect Franklin for the second time!"

"Ah?" After about a second, Thomas realized that Muse was talking to him. He didn't dare to say anything, and ran out of the hall again, mourning for Franklin for a tenth of a second in his heart. ()