"How did you do that?"
Huai Shi looked around in amazement and discovered that the Ivory Tower had not exploded.
Nothing had happened at all.
"Don't worry. That old turtle Russell gave me this."
Old Shepherd Gregory raised his wrists, revealing two watch-like circular clasps. They flowed and rotated like liquid around his hands.
Whenever the two cuffs collided, a spherical space faintly emerged around him. More precisely, it was countless specks of silver light dancing like dust.
Like scattered stars.
Just as the smell of sun-dried quilts in summer came from the corpses of dust mites, those countless silver glimmers were likewise composed of innumerable remains.
They had combined Shalma's "Cycle Ecology" with "Primordial Soup," a creation of Shahe, founder of the Continuance Institute, to make these two utterly useless cuffs.
Countless silicon-based cells prepared by the Primordial Soup formed a reproductive system, fixed around Gregory by Cycle Ecology and constantly replicating themselves.
Then they were swiftly dissolved and killed by the properties of Primal Curses, after which their remains were recycled and remade, creating a dynamic cycle.
Using a DOS attack against EMP, using science to defeat magic. As long as I replicated fast enough, you couldn't delete me fast enough, achieving a balance between creation and destruction.
Rather than forcibly suppressing the properties of the mixed Primal Curses, it was better to deliberately give them something to do. If they stayed too busy, they would not have time to harm other innocent equipment.
"Though I still have to take them off when I'm working, it should be fine as long as I run a little farther away." Gregory spread his hands. "I happened to have a huge falling-out with the Stone Kiln Society recently. Things got awkward for everyone, so I'll head to hell with you to