Wang Yang looked at the strange component that had fallen before him. It was clearly a highly technological core, something like a reactor, yet it contained a familiar magical power. It was very strange.
Clearly, Ultron had somehow converted advanced technology into magical power to fuel the magic running through the robots.
"Fuse!"
Whatever the case, Wang Yang thought no further and directly fused with the Magic Core.
As the fusion proceeded, the technological core lost its glow and became a heap of junk.
By then, the other sorcerers had spotted Wang Yang, and all of them grew excited.
"It's Sorcerer Wang Yang!"
"Wonderful! Sorcerer Wang Yang is finally here!"
"Be careful, Sorcerer Wang Yang! These robots seem to be using magic!"
"That's right! Our magic can barely break through their defenses!"
"Sorcerer Wang Yang, be careful!"
"..."
As the sorcerers spoke, they saw Wang Yang destroy a robot with a single slash, and their mouths fell open.
Wang Yang paid little attention to their voices.
He could feel that, after fusing with the Magic Core, his magic had improved again.
It was not an improvement to just one spell, but to his magic across the board, though the increase was limited.
But his talent for magical power was already extraordinarily strong. For it to improve even slightly showed just how powerful this Magic Core was.
Most importantly, there were so many robots before him. To Wang Yang, they were a pile of supplements.
With a silver-white longsword in one hand and the Crimson Bands in the other, Wang Yang charged straight into the robots.
He plunged directly into their ranks.
His silver-white longsword swept through them, destroying robot after robot.
Crashes echoed as the robots lost power one after another and became scrap metal.
Even the robots flying overhead