Comprehensive Heroic Spirit Dominator

What's more, in the core of these golems, there is also a [-]-ton furnace core, which can not only drive twelve-ton golems, but also self-explode, killing any enemy in an instant.

By the way, there are more than 68 steel golems used as cannon fodder in Van Ferm's golem troop...

This is an army powerful enough to flatten the entire world!

(ps: The Golem Legion is simply a man's romance! I will open a new book after I finish my college entrance examination. The protagonist is a necromancer from Netheril. He specializes in golem manufacturing and has become a member of the Thousand Realm Tree family in the Moon World. members, and then counterattack the Magic Association!)

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Chapter 610: Weber and Zhuge Kongming (seeking a reward)

"It's a bit tricky..."

Looking at the scene displayed on the light curtain in front of him, even El-Melloi II, who was always known for his free and easy manner, frowned.

Indeed, in his opinion, the situation in front of him was indeed a bit tricky. The various ships were suspended in the air under the control of magic, and they flew towards Romania in Europe in a gesture of riding the wind and waves.

There was no concealment technique placed on the ship, and even ordinary people could barely see the ancient warships on the sea of ​​clouds, which attracted countless spectators along the way.

Among those warships, there are old-fashioned ships in service during World War II, and some missing merchant ships. The only thing in common is that they are covered with bruises, and even the deck of some battleships has been smashed in half.

But even so, these warships were still floating in the air smoothly, approaching Romania at a speed far exceeding that in the ocean.

"It's time! How long will it take for this fleet to rush over Romania!" El-Melloi II roared to the magician on one side, and he, who inherited the noble surname 'Elmero', can be counted. The above are the privileged class in the clock tower.

"Probably...about half a day..." The magician who watched the rapidly approaching warships murmured in front of the light curtain. "What the hell are these? Where did the Dead Apostle find so many sources of motivation?"

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"Let's wait until the spoils are divided after the war." El-Melloi II said angrily. "The most important thing now is to stop this army and find a way to completely sink these iron coffins into the Atlantic Ocean! Once they land on the continent of Europe, the mystery of the magic path will be gone!"

"But……"

"No but! You must do it! No matter how many magicians are sacrificed, you must do it!" With a fierce shake of the windbreaker behind him, El-Melloi II walked out of the house with an angry face.

He really couldn't stand the bureaucratic style of the clock tower, and he knew that the problem before him was extremely fatal, and if he didn't do it, the whole magic way would usher in a second weakening.

However, the lords of the clock tower are still holding a meeting, and the roars between each other resound in the entire corridor.

In this regard, El-Melloi II said that there was nothing he could do. After all, although he was also a 'lord (monarch)', he obviously had no real power. He was placed in this position because the magicians in the clock tower believed that he Nothing threatening.

It is precisely because of this that he can obtain such a status, and it is really difficult (bgfd) to intervene under such circumstances.

"Damn noble lineage! Hateful blood theory!" While muttering brokenly, El-Melloi II walked to the office on one side, and the moment he opened the door, a bone-piercing chill came forward.

"Damn it!" El-Melloi II shook the windbreaker behind him, and the spell engraved in it was instantly activated, turning into a dark shield.

"Bah——" the crystal ice arrow hit the shield, shattering into ice cubes all over the place, and the girl with a blond hair said to El-Melloi II with a disdainful face.

"Huh? Damn it? Didn't you make a mistake? Weber! If you let those hateful aristocrats hear it, it will be difficult for you to gain a foothold in the clock tower!"

"Is it aristocratic? Isn't your El-Melloi family?" the lord who was honored as El-Melloi II, or Weber Velvet yelled at the girl. "It seems that the El-Melloi family is the backbone of aristocraticism!"

"That's why I want to teach you a lesson." The blond girl tossed the gem in her hand, and the biting chill contained in it made Weber feel a little threatened.

Indeed, Weber Velvet is extremely weak, and in the Magic Association, he only has the level of "sacrifice". Even the title of this "sacrifice" is because he taught several "capable" disciples. It is very difficult for his own magic quality to pass the "open position" magician evaluation.

Weber Velvet is a young man who is not suitable to be a magician, but compared to him, he is better at analyzing the essence of a thing.

If magic is the use of mystery, then the existence of Weber is the insight into mystery—or another form of destruction.

It is precisely because of this, because he has no 'threat', that he is able to occupy a high position and lead the El-Melloi family to prosperity again. Compared with Danek, who is always diametrically opposed, he has fallen behind.

"So, what are you here for?" Feeling the chill slowly receding, Weber undid the magic on the windbreaker and folded it gently.

"It's very simple, help you stop that golem army." The blond girl Reinis smiled lightly. "The aristocrats you mentioned intend to stop that army, and the populist family intends to use their strength to destroy the Thousand Worlds Tree family, how about it?"

"It's nothing, it's a normal thing." Weber said flatly, without any anger in his words. "The aristocrats did this only because they needed a merit to prove that the rebellion of the Thousand World Tree family was not their ignorance and incompetence, that's all."

"However, even so, it still protects tens of thousands of civilians in Europa." With a smile on her face, Reinis admired Weber's reaction, but she didn't get the anger she wanted. Instead, Weber smiled and shook his head. He shook his head and said.

"If that's the case, then come and drink with me at the celebration bar after you kill those battleships." While speaking, he shook his head and walked out of the office that belonged to him.

——Anyway, no matter how fierce the war is, no one will care about him as a mere 'sacrifice', or even a lord whose strength is not even as good as the 'opening'.

Compared with this, he still needs to find a way to get some magic dresses to protect his own safety.

"Stupid man, since I found you, I have a chance to use you."

"Huh?" Hearing the familiar words behind him, Wei Bo turned around in astonishment. "Use my opportunity? Don't you think that my 'open position' combat ability can achieve something in this kind of war, right? Let's leave it to the aristocratic lords to grab the credit."

"No, I'm not referring to such trivial matters." Reynis smiled lightly and shook her head, throwing a thick book casually. "I'll leave it to you. With your experience, things like summoning heroic spirits should be pretty sure."

"Ah, yes, that's true...but I don't intend to participate in this war..." Feeling the heaviness of the book called 'Concept' in his hand, Weber smiled helplessly. "What the hell is this?"

"The Heroic Spirit who is closest to you should have the best compatibility." Reinis smiled lightly, with a slight malice on her face.

"You must have heard his story and that epic."

"Its name is Zhuge Kongming."

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Chapter 610 IX Belongs to the Enlightened One's Salvation (Seeking a Reward)

"It's really boring, there is only such rubbish? You really underestimated me..."

Looking at the countless beasts flying in the sky, Van Fem, who was standing on the deck of an aircraft carrier, showed a disdainful smile.

As he gently waved his palm, bright magic circles appeared in front of these ships. These magic circles were facing the beasts flying in the air, as well as the individual magicians riding on the monsters.

The next moment, the palm swung down, and countless bright brilliance burst out. The pure white beam of light, like a sharp ax tearing open the sky, pierced through the dense army of monsters in an instant.

Countless monsters were vaporized along with the magician, not even a corpse was left behind.

The air is filled with a scorched smell and a scent called timidity.

The few remaining monsters tried their best to fly out of the range of those ships with their bruised bodies.

However, it makes no sense.

Under Van Feim's control, dark gargoyles flew out of the cabin, like a carrier-based plane released by an aircraft carrier, like a falcon rushing into a flock of birds, easily tearing the bodies of these monsters .

In a blink of an eye, only the stinky blood rain fell on the ground, the air was full of blood, and the densely packed tens of thousands of monsters also became garbage that was crushed in front of the floating fleet.

The speed of dozens of floating warships did not change at all, and they still rode the wind and waves to drive the hurricane towards Romania's territory, but those monsters who blocked them became a delicious meal for the Caspian fish in the Atlantic Ocean.

Sitting on the sofa in the bridge, Van Feim sipped fine wine, listened to the wailing of monsters, and felt the breeze passing by outside the fleet.