The spindle-shaped skeleton of the magic core swelled suddenly, and the purple brilliance flowed on it, making the ground of the hall stained with a cool color. Then this behemoth, two meters above the ground, slowly rotated, with flickering fluorescent light, its splendor was no less than the neon revolving lanterns of later generations.
However, those skeletons that opened out of thin air were telling Roland that magic power did exceed the scope of "physics" to some extent. Obviously there is no fulcrum, but they can be separated and not separated, as if a pair of invisible hands are pulling them.
"How did the underground civilization make these things?" He looked at Pasha, "If you are given the corresponding materials, can you make a replica?"
"I'm afraid not at the moment, Your Majesty," Pasha shook her head. "Although I don't want to admit it, this group's research on magic is far more advanced than that of the Federation. Celine is already a leader in the Quest Club, and she has only learned how to do it for hundreds of years. operate them."
"Lack of manpower is also the main problem," Celine turned around, "analyzing its structure is no more than simply instilling magic power. You must feel thousands of touch points at the same time to get a general overview of it, and ordinary people's skin can't do it at all. at this point."
"In other words, if you want to understand it, you have to become what you are now?" Tilly asked.
"That's right, it's like summer bugs don't know the cold of winter, and deaf people can't hear the sound of everything." Celine said somewhat helplessly, "I can't even describe what I've felt in human language because of the existing vocabulary. There is no such statement in Chinese. So now only me and Pasha can control the magic core."
"Wait... Do you mean that the rough-looking main whisker on the original carrier is actually very sensitive?" Roland was surprised.
"Not just the main whiskers, but every tentacle," Celine said of course, "they can distinguish between hot and cold, smells, wet and dry... and the most subtle touch, the main whiskers can even feel the magic directly. Flow. So once transferred to the carrier, it can no longer fit into the body of the past. What, are you interested in it?"
"No, I'm just asking casually..." Roland involuntarily turned his eyes away. At this critical time, don't think about anything else. No matter how sensitive the Lord Beard is, it is also a powerful weapon of the original carrier. He remembered that Phyllis had said that the carrier itself is not weaker than God's Punishment Witch based on strength alone.
However, it can be seen that as an ordinary person who wants to study magic power, there is an almost insurmountable natural moat that cannot even perceive it. How to study it? Until reliable observation methods are obtained, this is destined to be a subject that belongs to only a few people.
"Core No. 3 has been adjusted to Soul Instrument mode, and the transfer is about to begin," Celine's voice interrupted his thoughts. Following this reminder, Pasha and Erza also inserted their main whiskers into their spindles. .
Roland's eyes widened, for fear of missing a single detail.
But in fact, there is nothing strange about this process. I saw two rays of light blooming from the core, covering the two stone beds below, and at the same time, the magic power filled in the skeleton surged rapidly. Within half a quarter of an hour, Celine let out a long sigh of relief, "Good luck, this guy can indeed be captured by the Soul Instrument, and now it's just waiting for it to attach to the God's Punishment Samurai."
"Is this the end?" he blinked.
"In fact, soul transfer is a process of exchanging keys," Pasha explained. "If you look through the colorful magic stone, you will see that the beam of light that originally belonged to the devil has been pulled away from the God's Punishment Army."
Before the ancient witch's voice could fall, the originally motionless warrior of God's Punishment suddenly opened his eyes!
The facial features on his face were wrinkled together, and he looked particularly hideous. Not only was there a loud noise in his throat, but his body was shaking constantly, and his fingers were bent in several directions like dead trees. took a step back.
"Suddenly being stuffed into an unfamiliar body is like this," Zooey said. "Our appearance after the first transformation is not much better. Without help, we can't even eat."
Roland couldn't help but think of the appearance of a group of exiled witches crawling and rolling in the icy cave... They were strong-willed people who could grit their teeth for more than ten years.
"This is also the time when the devil's thoughts are the most confusing, so I will leave it to Ms. Camilla." She looked at the crowd, "If you want to know any information, just ask directly. If there is an answer, I will repeat its thoughts. Come out." Zoe paused, "I have another request."
"You said." Roland nodded.
"No matter what happens, as long as I don't signal to stop, don't interrupt my spiritual resonance." She said word by word, "Everything is based on interrogation."
"This..." The expression on Camila Derry's face finally changed.
"I see." Without hesitating, Roland quickly agreed that the other party was already conscious. Worrying now is just superfluous and underestimating her determination.
"If that's the case, then I'm going to use my abilities." The big butler of Sleeping Island gave him a deep look, then raised his hands and put them on the shoulders of Zoe and the God's Punishment Warrior.
A look of pain appeared on Zooey's face.
Then, as if she couldn't bear it any longer, she opened her mouth to roar, but in an instant, Roland knew that it was the devil who was speaking, and the connected minds made the devil roar through her mouth.
"What have you done to me!?" Her voice was distorted for a while, "Lower reptiles, let me go! Otherwise I want this female to look good!"
The witches couldn't help taking a deep breath, "Could it be that Zoe she..."
"It's just intimidation," Anna said calmly. "Look at her fingers."
Only then did everyone notice that the Witch of God's Punishment was holding a finger on her right hand, swinging back and forth with ease, obviously not being controlled.
Roland also guessed what the other party was thinking. Obviously, this way of communication is more direct than a question-and-answer method, leaving less time for the devil to think and resist.
"Lower reptiles?" He sneered, "What are you who lost to us?"
"I... lost?" The devil was stunned for a while, his voice dropped suddenly, and his painful expression appeared again, but Roland couldn't tell whether the pain came from the devil's chaotic thoughts or Zooey herself.
"Yes, you were almost beaten into a sieve, and your army was completely wiped out. Half of them died on the spot, and the other half didn't escape back to Taquila alive." But now is not the time to relax, he said, taking advantage of the situation. "We also filled in the underground camp by the way, and at the same time, a fire burned thousands of devils to fly ashes. So, tell me, who is the lower species!?"
By the last sentence, his tone had changed to a question.
"No, it's impossible! Unless, unless..." Zooey's head swayed from side to side, and after a while, she raised her head and muttered in a tone of astonishment, "Could it be that you also grabbed a piece of inheritance and the clan was upgraded ? Those weapons... were also made from the contents of the shards?"
Roland immediately caught the key words, "What is the inheritance fragment? What does upgrade mean?"