Mechanical Doctor

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“My body, when can you come and save me!”

Looking at his body that was getting closer and closer to the devil, the mechanical devil complained distressedly.

He felt that if he continued like this, he might really become a devil.

Just as the mechanical devil was looking forward to it, the people in the old ruins of the Ocean Empire’s royal city also encountered a problem.

“All the clues are broken, what should we do next?”

Shabastian scratched his head in some distress.

Just now, everyone worked together to destroy the altar left by the mermaids, but the residual power of the altar explosion also destroyed the entire old ruins of the royal city beyond recognition.

Don’t say that there are no clues here. Even if there are clues, they were destroyed in this explosion.

And the current situation is that everyone needs to find the traces of those mermaids in this vast ocean. Even if everyone present is a legendary strongman, this is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack.

"I will be responsible for tracking down the whereabouts of these stink bugs."

At this moment, Clarence, who had a deep hatred for mermaids, stood up.

He really hated these monsters with fish tails, and now this group of mermaids wanted to make trouble, so he was naturally the first to disagree.

"Okay, but you have to be careful. Contact us as soon as you find the traces of mermaids, and don't rush up by yourself. After all, there is at least one demigod among these mermaids."

After that, Elizabeth I took out a bunch of dolls that looked very childish.

"These are [Tracking Ghosts], which may help you find mermaids."

Seeing this scene, other demigods generously donated treasures that could help find mermaids.

Backinus took out a [Hunting Belt], which he had seized from believers who believed in the "God of Hunting".

The [Hunting Belt] contains the souls of five bloodhounds, which are the best tracking masters.

Of course, this thing is not without side effects. Every time the user of the [Hunting Belt] summons a bloodhound, there is a certain chance that he will be attacked by the bloodhound.

However, for Clarence, who has the strength of a demigod, the backlash of the bloodhound is nothing.

And Manolin took out his [Portable Rocket Information Transmitter].

The function of this thing is also very simple. As long as it is launched in the direction of the communication airship, the information stored in it can be quickly transmitted.

As for the last demigod, Shabastian, she was whistling there with her head raised as if nothing had happened.

Obviously, this stingy guy was not going to take out anything.

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After collecting the things sent by everyone, Clarence began his work.

He sprinkled countless seeds on the seabed. Once these seeds fell on the seabed, they quickly took root and sprouted, and grew into dense plants similar to seaweed.

The growth rate of these water plants is very fast, and the seaweeds spread to the sea surface in a short time.

These seaweeds sway slightly with the waves of the sea water, which makes people feel a bit beautiful at first glance.

But in fact, this thing is full of danger.

These seaweeds will capture and entangle passing fish, and finally host "seeds" in the bodies of these fish.

And these parasitized fish have become Clarence's eyes.

"Seeds" will enhance the strength of these fish, allowing them to swim farther, and as long as these fish find any abnormalities, Clarence can feel it.

And the most powerful thing about this thing is that when these parasitized fish die, the "seeds" will germinate in the fish's corpse and grow into an adult plant at a very fast speed.

These adult plants will continue to capture fish as hosts.

"It's a bit strong, this plant."

Manolin sighed.

As a legend, he can naturally quickly understand Clarence's methods.

He couldn't help but recall the advertisement he had heard in his previous life: "If you have onychomycosis, one person will infect two others."

At the same time, he also began to pay attention to the combat effectiveness of the profession of [Magic Plant Master].

The parasitic plant that Clarence created may not be of much use in battles of the same level, but it is ridiculously powerful for "mowing the grass."

Manolin, who is about to go to the New World, is a little anxious.

After all, it doesn't matter if he is alone, but he needs to take a large number of ordinary people with him to the New World.

If he encounters an enemy with the ability of Cromwell in the New World, the safety of ordinary people cannot be guaranteed at all.

Unconsciously, Manolin regarded Cromwell as an imaginary enemy, imagining what he should do if an enemy like Cromwell attacked.How to deal with it.

After thinking for a while, he found that unless he killed the source directly at the beginning, there was no way to deal with such an enemy.

"Alas~ It's still not strong enough."

Hearing Manolin's Versailles-style speech, Shabashian, who was flying beside him, almost stumbled.

She had seen the abnormal fighting power in front of her. Manolin, a guy who couldn't even touch the threshold of a demigod, could easily kill a demigod. This was really out of the ordinary.

But such a guy actually claimed that he was not strong enough, which caused Shabashian's heart to suffer heavy damage.

She unconsciously began to doubt whether she had been living a dog's stomach all these years.

"Manolin, you have to treat me to a meal!"

"Ah?"

Manolin had just come back to his senses from thinking, and saw Shabashian looking at him with a vicious expression.

"It's okay to treat you to a meal, but at least you have to tell me a reason, right?"

Looking at the silly white dragon who suddenly asked him to treat him to a meal, Manolin scratched his head in confusion.

What's going on? Why is this dragon so moody?

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