"No way, you've already fallen for it so quickly?"
"Even if you had just held on a little longer, I would still respect you."
"Ha! Men!"
"But to be fair, this Soul of Machinery is quite useful."
"..."
The old folks were very dismissive of the Magician's performance, but more than that, they were just being sarcastic.
The Magician scoffed, "What do you know? This is the treatment I, as the main character, deserve!"
The Soul of Machinery continued its incessant chatter in the Spiritual Sea of Consciousness.
But the Magician now finds it not noisy at all; it's simply heavenly music.
"Praise the Soul of Machinery!"
"I've decided that from this moment forward, I'm switching back to worshipping the God of Machinery!"
The Thousand Faces, now without a chin, lay on the ground and said, " The God of Machinery must have burned countless incense sticks in his past life to have such a loyal follower as you."
The Magician chuckled, " Niuniu is lucky to have you."
Thousand Faces: "Likewise."
Magician: "You're welcome."
The clone beside him said impatiently, "It's so noisy!"
"Can't you at least be a little more professional while playing dead? Dead people can't talk!"
Immediately, the clone kicked Thousand Faces's jaw, which was just beginning to heal, causing the stitches to reopen.
Thousand Faces: "..."
The Magician has now fully discovered the usefulness of the Soul of Machinery.
This guy is very easy to please; a few flattering words will make him giggle and laugh.
The Machine Soul is overjoyed; he really will give you good stuff.
A pair of white nano-wings appeared behind the Magician, as if the blessings of the God of the Sky and the God of Machinery had been combined.
The Magician moved like an elegant and agile ballerina among the three king-level monsters.
An ominous premonition welled up in the Faceless Beast's heart.
The sudden rise of the Magician made him feel very uneasy.
One second it was just a small fish that could be easily manipulated, the next second it suddenly transformed into a man-eating shark.
This change came so abruptly.
The Faceless Beast wanted to call for the Battle General's support.
Unfortunately, the man is now lying on a cot, and his jaw has been dislocated.
The Magician had never felt so good; he was once again center stage, the center of attention.
Show time!
Wind blades and Blazing Sun Fire erupted continuously.
The King-Level Shield Beast couldn't hold on any longer.
After all, not everyone's physical strength can rival that of the Circus's number one shield.
The Faceless Beast and another king-level alien beast tried to trap the Magician.
But this guy has regained the Sky Blessing, making him even more slippery than an eel.
The Magician showed off all sorts of acrobatic skills, giving off a feeling of a max-level player returning to the beginner's village.
The clones couldn't stand his smugness any longer, so they suggested, " Master Mo, please draw a card quickly and Reversal of the Overall Situation!"
The Magician waved his hand, saying, "No need to reverse it; the situation is still under my control."
"No matter how cunning Monkey Sun is, he can't escape my Five Fingers Mountain. Just watch me do my thing."
The Magician no longer draws cards, which has made the old-timers on the Local Area Network exclaim that times have changed.
"Offer your Soul Orb to this protagonist!"
A pair of nano-wings materialized behind the Magician, who then pulled a silver-white nano-battle blade from the void.
With a gentle tremor of its four wings, the Magician soared into the air.
Immediately afterwards, he gripped his battle sword tightly and plummeted down like a meteor, the blade slashing straight at the Faceless Beast.
A sour, sarcastic voice came from the Local Area Network.
"Damn, this guy is so handsome!"
The Magician couldn't help but smile.
Let the envy, jealousy, and hatred come even more fiercely!
The Faceless Beast smelled death.
The space around him was sealed off by the power of the sky. At this moment, he was like God nailed to a cross, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as the white flash got closer and closer to him.
King-Level Shield Beast was on its way to provide assistance in the distance, but it was clearly too slow for it.
The Faceless Beast sighed softly to itself.
Battle General lord, this is as far as I can accompany you.
The Faceless Beast prepares to self-destruct, offering its final act of loyalty to Thousand Faces through its own death.
However, before the Faceless Beast could self-destruct, the Magician's armor suddenly began to disintegrate.
The silver nanobots rapidly peeled off the Magician's body, and the silver battle sword and two pairs of wings also disintegrated at the same time.
By the time the Magician realized what was happening, he had already fallen right in front of the Faceless Beast.
Snap!
Due to inertia, the Magician punched the Faceless Beast in the forehead.
For a moment, their eyes met, and it felt as if a crow was cawing as it flew overhead.
Hehe~
The Magician chuckled awkwardly twice, then clapped his hands and patted the Faceless Beast's forehead.
There was a mosquito on your head just now, I swatted it for you, you're welcome.
The Faceless Beast was enraged.
humiliation!
This is blatant humiliation!
A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!
The Faceless Beast vowed to take the Magician down with him.
While the Blessing of the Sky was still present, the Magician quickly made his escape.
What the hell!
" Machine Soul Joy, you've given me this lousy job!"
The Magician went crazy.
He was just a fraction of a second away from beheading his opponent and achieving his first King-level kill.
The Soul of Machinery said calmly, "I'm not a perpetual motion machine, of course I need to rest."
The Magician gritted his teeth. "So, how long are you going to rest, old man?"
The Soul of Machinery replied, "Rest until you no longer need to rest."
Magician:"..."
Why didn't you tell me sooner that you needed to rest?
The Soul of Machinery replied matter-of-factly, "You didn't ask me."
The Magician was seething with anger and had nowhere to vent it; he was incredibly frustrated.
He really wanted to just sit on Thousand Faces' head and explode right now, so the three of us could hit the road together.
The Local Area Network was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
"That's it! That's it!"
"I knew it! How could the era of Magician possibly change? Master, hurry up and draw the card!"
"Even shorter than the Pretty God."
" Good Good Good! From now on, the Magician will be the Circus's Number One Short!"
"This title isn't any more impressive than something like 'protagonist' or 'Son of the Version '."
"..."
The clones were overjoyed to see the Magician being chased around like a dog by the three-headed king-level monster.
Meanwhile, Brother Devour finally led his men into the gray fog, where there were even more strange beasts than outside, and they were extremely agitated.
Upon discovering Brother Devour and his group, they immediately surrounded them.
Those who charged here were all experienced veterans, and they immediately formed ranks in the face of the fierce beast horde.
The two sides quickly engaged in battle.
The First Legion's speed did not diminish in the slightest; it was like a sharp knife, stabbing deep inside.
Suddenly, streaks of golden light burst forth from the depths of the gray mist.
Brother Devour looked up, and a golden beam of light suddenly struck him.