Facing Trosa's question, the alchemist was very surprised:
"Ah?! My Lord. Is spiritual element some kind of profound knowledge?
They are all in the library.”
"Oh~~" Trosa suddenly realized:
“By the way, I almost forgot that you like to go to my library.
The Elemental City is quite xenophobic and has very strict scrutiny on those who enter its sphere of influence. As for the news about the various levels of military forces in the Elemental City, apart from the relatively well-known Phoenix, few people know about the other ones.
Especially for a logistics mage like you who rarely goes outdoors.
There are many books about the Elemental City in my library that are not even available in the library of Bracada."
Having said that, Trosa looked at the wizard approvingly.
“The wise Rakshasas have a saying: knowledge is wealth.
You like reading and studying, which is great. I like it very much. Keep it up. "
"My Lord! Your praise is my motivation to move forward."
After receiving Trosa's praise, the alchemist instantly became excited and his face was full of fanaticism.
He then asked:
"My Lord, if you are going to take over the construction of Titan, what research will we be responsible for next?"
"As for you guys... well, you can research the Saw Zombie, Flamethrower, Cannon Thorn, and Tracked Naga.
In addition, research on the popularization of artificial souls for Goblin Gunners must not be neglected.
By the way, we must not leave behind the Mechanical City.
What we want to study is not just the Construct Titan, but a mechanical world composed entirely of magical machines, from soldiers to cities."
"The great mechanical god!"
The alchemists all half-knelt down with fanatical expressions:
"We will do our best to lift your Mechanical Kingdom to the sky!"
"Arise, my lambs."
Trosa kindly supported the two alchemists in front of him:
“When the Kingdom of God ascends to heaven, you will become my people and enjoy eternal immortality and my light.”
"That's really, really beautiful."
Suddenly, a somewhat weird voice was heard from the crowd.
Trosa and the alchemist were both stunned.
Just as he was distracted, a dark light suddenly appeared under Trosa's feet.
Suddenly, more than a dozen treasures on Trosa's body were triggered at the same time, and more than a dozen layers of shields rose up.
But these shields were pierced in an instant, and a dagger instantly appeared on Trosa's neck!
"Demigod!"
Trosa's pupils shrank, and his body instantly became invisible and disappeared from the spot.
But his shadow still remained there.
It happened so quickly that magic appeared one after another from the place where Trosa disappeared!
Resist fire rings, frost cones, and chaotic ground spikes...
The endless magical bombardments even affected several alchemists around them, leaving them badly injured.
"You can actually use an elemental clone to escape my lock? You're quite capable."
Trosa's shadow glanced into the distance and said meaningfully:
"Unfortunately, I'm not the only one here this time."
"Ah! It hurts so much."
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Protect my Lord!"
"Wait, where is my Lord? And what about the enemies?"
"There, that shadow is the enemy."
"Ah, Shadow?! How do we deal with this?"
It was not until this time that the group of alchemists reacted. They screamed in surprise and wanted to resist.
But they were all logistical soldiers and had little combat experience at all. They didn't even know what to do. They were like a group of chicks that had lost the protection of their hen, chirping in chaos.
Under the astonished gazes of the alchemists, the head of Trosa's shadow suddenly popped out from the ground, turning from two-dimensional to three-dimensional!
"Stop making noise. Try to survive. I'll come find you later."
In an instant, the shadow burrowed into the ground and disappeared without a trace.
…
…
whoosh!
Trosa appeared in the Titan Cemetery of Factory 210, holding his neck.
On his neck, a scar filled with dark energy continued to expand.
Trosa quickly drank a bottle of universal healing potion to temporarily suppress his injuries, and then quickly gulped down several bottles of unknown potions.
The wound on his neck that was attached with the power of rules disappeared miraculously.
“Damn it, the only ones who can directly harm heroes without triggering the battle space are demigod-level beings.
Who is he? How did he get in? Why do you want to kill me? "
"No, none of this matters now, what matters is how I survive.
Most of the magic defenses I set up for Factory 210 are for external use, and are not very effective against enemies that have already infiltrated the interior.
I do have the means to threaten the demigod, but if I use them, I will die too, and we will perish together."
Just as Trosa was thinking, he suddenly felt a panic.
"Oh no, they're chasing us!"
"Thousands of artillery arrays! Deploy!"
Trosa roared and pressed his hands to the ground, his rules poured out and the battle space opened up instantly.
Then, 50 magic-gathering anti-aircraft crossbow vehicles, 100 fireball cannon vehicles, 150 giant crossbow vehicles, and 200 siege heavy crossbows...
Tens of thousands of crossbows and magic cannons surrounded Trosa, quickly forming a large crossbow position.
Even the failed construct Titans around Trosa were being rapidly disassembled and reassembled to become new temporary ballistae that filled Trosa's ballista positions.
Although Trosa is a researcher, his fighting ability is not weak at all.
Bigger is better, more is beautiful.
Among the many heroes who are good at ballistas, Trosa is the pinnacle of quantity!
A gust of wind blew by, and Trosa, who was on high alert, was surprised to find that the palpitations just now seemed to be just his illusion. The surroundings were quiet and nothing happened.
"Where are the enemies? Ugh!!"
Trosa was confused for a moment, and suddenly, he felt a pain in his back, and a scarlet dagger pierced his chest.
This dagger seemed to have life and quickly absorbed Trosa's vitality. A chill instantly made Trosa feel cold from his heart to the soles of his feet.
"Hmm."
Trosa's pupils dilated and he slapped his chest hard, instantly turning himself into a puppet.
The puppet broke into pieces, and Trosa was suspended in the air, holding his chest.
Only then did he see clearly that the one who attacked him was actually an extremely dazzling woman.
She stood with her head held high amidst countless artillery batteries and crossbow carts.
Her eyes were a pool of deep red mist, like a scarlet rose, full of endless mystery and temptation.
When she looked at Trosa, she seemed to be able to see deep into Trosa's heart.
Yet, despite their power, her eyes also revealed a deep sadness and a lingering melancholy that made Trosa want to hug her.
Her skin was as white as fresh snow, as smooth as jade, and as delicate as silk.
The white evening gown she wore was elegant and noble, like a fairy descending from the sky. Every detail of the gown was just right, outlining her perfect figure. In this nobility, there was a hint of bloodiness and cruelty that could not be concealed.
The scarlet dagger in her hand was like a burning flame, illuminating her fingertips and filled with a terrible curse that made Trosa feel cold all over.
“This pressure, this momentum, is different from just now, is it another demigod level?!
There is no troop card, it is not a hero, but a high-level troop that controls the power of rules."
Trosa in the air waved his hand suddenly, and all the crossbows instantly changed their attack direction, all aiming at the woman.
"Who are you? Why are you trying to kill me?
Although I am just a legend, I swear, I definitely have the power to kill you!
If you confront me head-on, you will suffer heavy losses.
On the contrary, if you would just let me go...
To be honest, I am very rich, very, very rich! I am also very powerful, and you can negotiate anything you want from me."
Trosa finished speaking quickly, and immediately took out the recovery potion with trembling hands. While recovering from his injuries, he nervously watched the other party's every move.
Madam Red smiled slightly, turned her wrist, and the terrifying scarlet dagger turned into a folding fan.
She opened the fan with a swish and covered her face with the pink fan, leaving only a pair of captivating blood-red eyes exposed.
She looked at Trosa with eyes as if she was playing with her prey, and said softly:
"I'm sorry, I'm only responsible for sending you on your way. It's not my business whether I let you go or not."
Although these words were so heartless, Trosa's eyes lit up:
"A killer? I know that if they can hire a demigod-level killer, the other party must have asked for a high price.
But please believe me, no matter how much the other party offers, I can offer twice as much!
As long as you let me go and tell me the other person's identity, I will immediately offer myself to you!"
Madam Red's eyes almost narrowed with laughter:
"Oh, can you give me two true spirits of the Maraudin crown?"
"What true spirit?"
Trosa was stunned for a moment, then his eyes suddenly widened!
In an instant, a huge wave of magic power swept across Madam Red, and then several locking and sealing magic circles rose up under Madam Red's feet.
Boom boom boom!!!
All the crossbow carts and artillery batteries opened fire at the same time, bombarding Madam Red's position, and huge flames and sound waves roared up!
Trosa looked at the smoke and dust under his feet, his eyebrows twitched, and he breathed a sigh of relief:
“It was a close call, luckily the other party gave me a chance to prepare.
Even if he is a demigod, he will be seriously injured if he is hit by this move of mine."
"Yeah?"
A gust of wind with a strong smell of blood suddenly swept up from the smoke and dust, instantly blowing away all the smoke and dust around.
Madame Red stood in the smoke with a smile on her face, gazing at Trosa in the sky with a teasing look.
A large pit had been blasted out around her, and the rocks in the pit had melted, turning red like magma.
But there was not a speck of dust on her body, not even on her pure white dress .
"It seems that you are still a little bit behind."
Madam Red put away her fan, teleported in front of Trosa, raised the fan in her hand, and stabbed it straight at Trosa's forehead!
Trosa's pupils shrank and his body disappeared in an instant, leaving Madam Red with a missing stab.
All that was left where he disappeared was a thick book.
"Transfer method? There are many ways to do it."
Madame Red waved her hand and threw the book into the reflective shell of a turret, then she followed the book and stepped into the shell.
…
…
No one could have imagined that there was another room underground in the 210 underground factory!
In this room, there is a one-way portal leading to the outside world. Through this portal, one can be instantly teleported to the Yasa world. It is 324,000 miles away from the entrance and exit of the 210 underground factory. Even Sun Wukong has to do three somersaults to catch up.
It was the existence of this portal that made Trosa decide to set up the Titan Assembly Factory here.
“Huff, huff, huff.”
Trosa breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear.
"Fortunately, I have enough tricks, and fortunately, I have always been cautious!
It's not that easy to kill me.
My underground factory is set up in a way that gives us a glimmer of hope of survival if discovered by the God King .
Just two demigods, no big deal."
“Pah, pah, pah!”
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of applause behind Trosa, which made his back tighten and he froze in place.
"Wonderful! Really wonderful! When he told me to make more preparations, I laughed at him for making a fuss about nothing. He mobilized so many demigods just for a legend like you.
I can't believe you actually managed to dodge them all.
So many ways to save lives really opened my eyes.”
Trosa listened to the female voice behind him which was completely different from the one just now. Like a rusty machine, he turned around and looked back.
His pupils shrank and he took a deep breath:
"Mo, Mo, Moliel! Your Majesty the Dragon Queen!"
"Why did Her Majesty the Dragon Queen discover my 210 factory and sneak around the barriers I carefully set up and set up so many ambushes?"
Trosa hesitated for a while, and finally his eyes were filled with despair:
“I see, that makes sense then.
Your Majesty the Dragon Queen, as the king of Negan, it is only natural for you to kill me, the Bracada legend.
Your Majesty, I now say that I am willing to rebel against Bracada and join your army to die for you. Will you accept me?"
If it were the two nameless demigods just now, Trosa would still have some will to resist, and even dare to try to fight to the point of mutual destruction.
But the person in front of him was Muriel, and even the dragon slayer was injured by Muriel.
Trosa was well aware of the Dragon Slayer's strength, so he could naturally guess how powerful Moril was who could defeat the Dragon Slayer.
He knew very well that he was no match for Muriel.
He then surrendered without reservation:
"Your Majesty, as you can see, I am researching the construction of Titans in this underground factory!
Those Titans are all heartless, evil and wicked, and have no regard for old friendships at all.
Especially the strongest one!
Even my best friend Picklejeme, who had made so many contributions to Bracalla, was ruthlessly killed by him.
I knew long ago that if I followed Him, I would die sooner or later.
Your Majesty, I have long wanted to join Negan, but I have no one to recommend me, so I am not allowed to join.
Your Majesty, you must believe me! I am willing to swear my loyalty to you until my death!"
Muriel smiled and shook her head, saying regretfully:
“I’m sorry, it’s not me who wants to kill you. I just came here to help you out of a favor.
I have no right to decide your life or death."
"Ah, not you, Your Majesty?"
Trosa was completely shocked:
"Who is it then?! Who has such a deep hatred towards me?
Are you going to mobilize three demigods to put me to death?
I have always been low-key and never offended anyone easily. Even Fafner, who has always been at odds with me, would never think of killing me."
"That's hard to say." Dark black dragon flames lit up on Moril's hands, and her eyes turned into golden vertical pupils. With a cruel and domineering aura, she said to Trosa:
"You can ask these questions after you die."
"Gu..."
Trosa gritted his teeth, and his desire to survive made him withstand the power of Moriel's demigod dragon.
He suddenly took out a button and shouted threateningly:
“Don’t move!
Your Majesty the Dragon Queen!
I am not afraid to tell you that in the 210 factory, there is a magic crystal mine with huge reserves. It is the main guarantee that I don’t need to transport magic crystals from the outside world to conduct research over the years.
Magic crystals are highly condensed magic power. Once the magic power inside is released, its power is extremely great.
A magic crystal the size of a fingernail can release level three magic several times.
The magic crystal cannon is made using the principle that energy can be released from magic crystals.
As long as I release this button, the magic crystal mine will explode instantly and even blow up this small underground plane!
By then, even if you can survive, the one high above the thunderclouds will be able to sense the destruction of the underground plane and rush over quickly.
Under his sniper, you will never be able to escape.
We can discuss it.
Otherwise, even if I die, I will not let you escape unscathed!
Let’s all die together!”
"Hello~ Are you threatening me?"
The Dragon Queen's eyes narrowed.
"Yes, I am threatening you! So that I can survive."
Trosa stretched his neck straight, and his thick beard trembled with excitement.
"Okay then." Muriel actually put away the flame in her hand.
She looked at the ground and said:
"You've heard it all. It's up to you to decide."
Trosa: ???
Trosa looked down and saw that there was only one light source in the room, but there were three shadows under his feet! !
This almost frightened Trosa so much that he jumped up.
Suddenly, the two shadows shook rapidly.
One of them turned out to be the black-clad thief who had just attacked Trosa.
And in another shadow, a strange figure slowly emerged.
He wore a black dragon mask, and his cape had four dazzling red characters engraved on it:
[The Dragon Queen will win! ]
"Why……"
Qi Ge, wearing a dragon mask, faced Trosa and sighed softly:
"Why? Why can't you just die quietly? Why do you have to make things so complicated?"
"ha?"
All the people of Trosa were stunned and speechless for a moment.
Seven Pigeons scratched his head and said to Trosa:
"Hey! Hello, great God of Machinery! Today is a sunny day with no clouds in the sky. It is a good day to die.
I calculated that you should die today. Living one more day would be impolite to the goddess of fate."
Trosa: ???
"What the hell?! Are you trying to kill me?
Three demigods! Three demigods! Is it worth it?
Who are you?
I can guarantee that I have never heard your voice and I don’t even know you!
What deep hatred do we have? Can't we talk about it?"
Trosa felt wronged for the first time in a long time.
“Hey~”
Qi Ge sighed again:
“I can’t help it. Your Majesty Trosa, at least let you die knowingly.
It doesn't matter who I am, but I am the representative of the goblins.
You can understand me as the spokesperson chosen by the common will of all the fairies in the Yasa world.
I'm sure you know better than me how many goblins died because of you while you were growing up.
Therefore, you must die."
"Because of this?!"
When Trosa first heard it, he didn't react. After a while, he gradually understood what the Seven Pigeons meant, and his emotions gradually became excited:
"Just because of this? Just because of the goblin?
Huh? Why me?! How many wizards and djinn are there in Bracada who kill fairies?
Almost every Bracadan has killed a goblin directly or indirectly.
Why don't you just kill all the Bracadas?
Besides, it’s not my intention to treat the goblins harshly.
From a production perspective, keeping workers hungry and cold, and keeping them on the brink of life and death, will actually reduce production efficiency.
I wish I could feed the goblins so they have the strength to work, but can I? !
I can't!
Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. Since you are the representative of the goblins, you should seek revenge on the culprit who caused the goblins’ harm!
You don't know who He is, do you?
He is sitting high above the thunderclouds of Bubrakada, looking down upon all living beings. You can see Him if you raise your head.
What are you doing looking for me, a legend?
He is the culprit of everything. I am just a knife in His hand, one of countless knives.
Aren't you just a bully who only bullies the weak and fears the strong? "
"You're not just one of those guys, you're the biggest one, and you have enough self-awareness that you know exactly what the consequences of what you do are, but you still do it.
Therefore, your death will not be unjust.
As for Him...I will look for Him."
Qi Ge said seriously:
"All sins will eventually be judged by fate.
But before that, I want to collect some interest."
Trosa pointed to his nose:
"You mean, I am the interest."
"Smart. It's easy to talk to smart people."
"Ha, ha, ha, ha! This is absolutely ridiculous. Let's die together!"
Trosa already knew in his heart that he was probably going to die today.
So he laughed and released the button without hesitation!
“Hahaha! Haha!”
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
"ha!"
"ha?"
"Huh?!! Why didn't it explode?!"
Trosa looked at the button in his hand in shock.
"Of course that's because I've removed your trump card."
Qi Ge said softly.
"No! Impossible! My self-destruct device is extremely complex in design. It can ensure safety while destroying everything at the critical moment.
Even it took me a week to undo it.
How could you possibly undo it?"
Qi Ge shook his head and said:
“Your magic technology is indeed very powerful and interesting.
But no matter how complex the magic technology is, it still requires magic power.
Unfortunately, the magic of the Yasa world is on my side."
In Qi Ge’s heart, Xiao Zilong silently gave a thumbs up.
"Oh."
Trosa dropped his hand limply, and the button fell to the ground.
Qi Ge asked slowly:
"Your Majesty, don't you still have a cloak from the Thunder Temple?
As long as you take it out, He will be able to watch the situation here, and you will still have hope of survival, don't you want it?"
"Then my construction factory will be discovered by Him. This is something I cannot forgive.
If he finds out, the path of the Magical Mechanical Construct will be completely lost."
Trosa took a deep breath:
“It doesn’t matter if the underground plane is destroyed, he can’t see the Titan factory in this plane.
But I can’t let him see what’s going on in Factory 210, even if it means I’ll die.”
Trosa clenched his fist and said to Qige:
“Although I don’t know who you are, I have a request.
You can kill me, but please don't expose my factory like He did.
I will give you all my research, including mechanical arms, mechanical cities, mechanical construct Titans, and artificial souls.
Believe me, once you see those, you will definitely be unable to resist continuing to study them !
As long as you find someone talented enough, my path can continue.
At my level, life is no longer that important to me.
What sustains my existence is not only me, Trosa, but also my knowledge, my wisdom, and the future that I have created with my own hands with all my efforts.
In the future I have opened up, there will definitely be someone who will push the magic machinery to the extreme and ascend to the throne of god, even if that person is not me!
As long as the path I left behind is not cut off, I will not truly die.
I will live in every mechanical creation, on every piece of metal. Every roar of the magic engine is my breath, and every leap of the machine is my heartbeat!"
Trosa bowed deeply to the seven doves:
“So, so.
Please, pass on my path.
I can die, but the path of mechanics should not end here."
"Is this your last words?" Qi Ge closed his eyes, a little shocked.
No wonder, no wonder Trosa really has the hope of becoming a god through his contributions, he is really different from Pickjem and the others.
"Okay, I promise."
Qi Ge turned around, and there was a mirror inlaid on his cloak.
Chila～～
Red blood gushed out, staining the mirror red.