Magus Tech

Almost the same time.

Somewhere on the east coast, in the underground hall.

With a "squeak", the hall door opened and Muse, the steward, walked in, briefly glanced at the busy people in the hall, and walked straight to the exclusive seat deep in the hall, then sat down.

The body unfolded in the seat and relaxed as much as possible. This lasted for a long time. Muse suddenly opened his eyes and his long eyelashes jittered, feeling a little wrong.

Well, something is wrong. What's wrong?

Yes, until now, no one has sent her a glass of honey water with petals of suitable temperature and sweetness in time.

Muse's eyebrows fell, and she sat upright in her seat, her eyes quickly swept across the hall, and then found more irregularities: Compared with the halls of the past, there are still many people in the hall at this time. Busy, but the number of people is definitely not as much as before. Most importantly, Franklin is not here.

This--

Muse's lips were pursed, and the next moment he shouted and asked, "Franklin, what about people?"

The head in the hall was too busy to lift, and there was no answer-not daring or not knowing.

Muse was sullen, his voice grew louder, and shouted again: "I asked you, are you all deaf? Franklin, where have you gone, tell me!"

"Muses do business." A weak voice sounded-someone finally answered.

Muse immediately heard the sound and saw that he was a short wizard who was only one meter six meters tall, with brown hair, wearing a lead-grey coat, looking at him nervously.

Muse recognized it. The opponent was the captain of another team under her. Because of his poor ability, the team had very few members, which was no match for Franklin. And because the other party is not good-looking, and is not as sensible as Franklin, she has always been ignored.

Muse looked at each other and said, "Sisco, right?"

"Eh--" The other party hesitated for a while and said honestly, "Muse, I'm Thomas."

"..." Muse opened his mouth. "Well, Thomas, do you know where Franklin is? Tell me."

"Goodong!"

Under the watchful eye of Muse, the wizard named Thomas first swallowed a bit nervously, and then answered truthfully: "Go back to the muse, but I don't know exactly where Franklin went. I only know that he was a day ago. , And suddenly took most of his team away from the base, and then never returned, as if there were any tasks to perform."

"Huh? Are you sure he left with most of his team?"

"Yes."

"But for general tasks, don't you need so many people at all?" Muse frowned, looking at Thomas. "Tom, you contact me Franklin and ask him what is going on."

"Yes." Thomas did not dare to have any objection. He did not correct the wrong name and quickly took out a crystal ball and began to operate.

After a while, Muse and others were impatient and asked aloud, "Isn't it alright? So slow, Tom?"

"No, it's not." Thomas said, looking up at Muse with a slightly weird expression. "Muse is in charge. I don't know why. I can't reach them at all. They didn't respond, as if..."

"What does it look like?"

"Goodong!"

Thomas swallowed again, without speaking, but raised a crystal ball to show Muse.

I saw that the crystal ball was dark, and the inside was mixed with the extreme blood red, which is very unknown.

Muse looked at it and raised his eyebrows: "Huh? What happened? Did you die?" The expression on his face did not change much, but his tone cooled quickly.

"Did you contact Franklin alone, or all of their squad?" Muse asked Tom afterwards.

"Everyone." Thomas responded with a thrill, his voice was very quiet, lest he might stimulate Muse.

After the muse listened, he suddenly stopped talking, and the atmosphere in the whole hall suddenly became a little frozen. The people who were busy in the hall felt a strong sense of depression, and their breathing was not smooth, as if there was a hand Stuck your neck.

Thomas was the closest and felt the strongest. Not only did he not breathe well, but the whole person felt suffocated, his body trembling, and his eyes widened as he watched the muse say: "Muse cares...Muse..."

Muse looked at Thomas and asked in a cold voice: "You must know something about Franklin, right? Don't tell me, and he is not a squad, he knows nothing, then I will be very disappointed. What the **** is Franklin, tell me everything you know!"

"I...I..." Thomas twitched his lips a few times, and the next moment said quickly--whether it was really known or guessed, there was no hiding at all.

After a few minutes, Thomas looked at Muse short of breath: "Muse...Muse is in charge, that's it...hush..."

"Brush", the sense of oppression exuded by Muse disappeared, and Thomas sat on the ground, gasping for breath. After gasping for a long while, he looked up carefully at the muse, and he saw that Muse was expressionless, his eyes were calm, he could not see joy and sorrow, and he didn't know what to think. At this time, the muse is like an iceberg, which makes Thomas feel more frightened.

At this moment, Muse suddenly said to Tom: "According to what you said, Franklin had an accident, and it happened a long time ago, but he kept hiding from me until he took his team All of them died, and finally they couldn’t hide it this time."

"Uh." Thomas nodded.

"In this case..." Muse said, "Then open the resurrection pool and resurrect Franklin and all the dead people in his team."

"All are resurrected? The materials needed..."

"Take it from the warehouse, take as much as you need! The materials in the warehouse, specifically how many people can be resurrected, I know very well, without you reminding me."

"Yeah, yes." Thomas listened and hurried away, ran out of the hall and ran into a mysterious stone room.

...

Then it was half a day later.

In the underground hall, the busy people have already stopped their work, and their eyes are focused on a dozen people standing in the middle of the hall.

A group of more than a dozen people were naturally resurrected Franklin and members of his squad. Although their bodies were replaced with new ones, their memories were stale, and standing in the hall was a bit unclear.

Franklin was a bit better. He stored his memory out of caution two days before the accident. After coming out of the resurrection pond, he had some speculation about the matter. At this time, he looked at the muse in front of him, and his heart was slightly uneasy and doubtful.

Did the worst result happen?

What was it that caused him to die?

Could it be that Muse Superintendent noticed that he had concealed the problem and, in a rage, killed him directly? This is unlikely, after all, he has been very careful, and the muse has not been so carefree.

So did he follow the plan, but the plan failed and was killed? This is even more impossible. Although the person he wants to investigate has already killed four of his men, it is too exaggerated to kill a team of people including him.

Taking a deep breath, Franklin looked up at the Muse, the manager with such anxiety and doubts, and was about to say something. Suddenly he saw that Muse made a mute gesture to him.

this is?

Franklin froze for a moment, then his eyes shrank, and he saw Muse reaching out with a hand and aiming at him.

"Snapped!"

At the sound of a muse's hand, Franklin felt the air around him, rushed towards his body, and then hit him like a sledgehammer.

With a click, Franklin felt a pain all over his body, the sound of broken bones sounded, and the whole person fell to the ground uncontrollably.

And Muse didn't want to let him go easily, his hand continued to clenched, and the surrounding air kept hitting, crushing every inch of his body, giving him the strongest pain.

There is nothing more about this pain-physical pain has its limits after all, and the endless mental torture is even more frightening.

While being attacked by air, Franklin sensed that an irresistible mental force hit his brain, enveloping every part of his consciousness, and then shattered a little bit. For a moment, the soul seemed to be burned by the flames of hell.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Franklin screamed, his eyes burst out, and the whole person rolled on the floor of the hall~www.novelmtl.com~ Everyone looked at it, and the muse was unmoved and continued to hold his palm.

Franklin began to curl up, and slowly shrunk into a ball. There was no screaming in his throat, only the meaningless roar of "Even Ou Ou".

In the end, even the roar disappeared, and it turned into a corpse that could not be seen.

Muse glanced, feeling that the corpse was obscured, and his hand was gripped again. With a "poo", Franklin's corpse, like the orange being caught, was instantly pinched. The difference is that oranges are squeezed and the juice and the flesh are spilled. Franklin is squeezed and the blood and the flesh are spilled. The blood and flesh are first splashed in all directions.

For a moment, Muse glanced at the ground covered with blood and flesh and hummed, the emotion in his heart was not relieved. Slightly turned his head to the side, shouting coldly at the one-meter-six-height wizard: "Tang Duosi, go, resurrect Franklin the second time!"

"Ah?" After about a second, Thomas realized that Muse was talking to him. He dared not say a son, and ran out of the hall again. In his heart, he mourned for Franklin for a tenth of a second. ()