Chapter 722 The Road Never Ends

Faced with Trosa's inquiry, the alchemist was very surprised:

"Ah?! My Lord. Is spiritual element some profound knowledge?

It's all in the library."

"Oh~~" Trosa suddenly realized:

"By the way, I almost forgot that you like to go to my library.

The Element City is quite exclusive and strictly examines those who enter its sphere of influence. Regarding the news of the various levels of troops in the Element City, except for the relatively well-known Phoenix, few people know about other news.

Especially for logistics mages like you who rarely go to the wild.

There are many books about the Element City in my library, which are not even in the library of Bracada."

Speaking of this, Trosa looked at the mage with approval.

"The Zhiluosha clan has a saying that knowledge is wealth.

You like to read books and study, which is very good. 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 enthusiasm.

He then asked:

"My Lord, if you are going to take over the Construct Titan, what research will we be responsible for next?"

"As for you... well, the Saw Zombie, Flamethrower, Cannon Thorn, and Tracked Naga can all be studied.

In addition, the research on the popularization of artificial souls for Goblin Gunners must not be left behind.

By the way, the Mechanical City must not be left behind.

We are not only studying the Construct Titan, but also the mechanical world composed of magic machines from arms to cities."

"Great God of Machinery!"

The alchemists all half-knelt down with fanatical expressions:

"We will do our best to lift your Mechanical Kingdom to the sky!"

"Get up, my lambs."

Trossa kindly supported the two alchemists in front of him:

"When the Kingdom of God goes to the sky, you will become my people and enjoy immortality and my light forever."

"That's really, so beautiful."

Suddenly, a somewhat weird voice came from the crowd.

Trosa and the alchemist were both stunned for a moment.

During this moment of distraction, a dark light suddenly appeared at 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, his body instantly became nothingness, and disappeared in an instant.

But his shadow remained in the same place.

It was said that it was too late, and magic continued to emerge where Trosa disappeared!

Resisting fire rings, frost cones, and chaotic ground spikes...

The endless magic bombardment even affected several alchemists around, leaving them scarred.

"You can actually use the elemental avatar to escape from my lock? You are quite capable."

Trosa's shadow glanced at the distance and said meaningfully:

"Unfortunately, there are more than one people coming this time."

"Ah! It hurts so much."

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Protect my master!"

"Wait, where is my master? Are there any enemies?"

"Over there, that shadow is the enemy."

"Ah, shadow?! How to deal with this?"

It was not until this time that the group of alchemists reacted. They all cried out in surprise and wanted to resist.

But they were all logistics soldiers and had little combat experience at all. They didn't even know what to do. They were like a group of chicks who lost the protection of their mother hen, chirping in a mess.

In the surprised eyes of the group of alchemists, Trosa's shadow's head actually popped out of the ground straight, from two-dimensional to three-dimensional!

"Noisy. Find a way to survive, I will come to you later."

In an instant, the shadow drilled into the ground and disappeared without a trace.

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…

Swoosh!

Trosa covered his neck and appeared in the Titan Cemetery of Factory 210.

On his neck, a scar filled with dark energy was still expanding.

Trosa quickly drank a bottle of universal healing potion to temporarily suppress the injury, and then quickly drank several bottles of unknown potions.

The wound on his neck with the power of rules disappeared magically.

"Damn it, only demigods can directly harm heroes without triggering the battle space.

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 external, and they are not effective against enemies who have already gotten in.

I do have means that can threaten demigods, but once they are used, I will die too, and we can only perish together."

Just as Trosa was thinking, he suddenly felt panic.

"Oh no, they're chasing us!"

"Tens of thousands of artillery formations! Deploy!"

Trosa roared, pressed his hands on the ground, and his rules poured out, instantly opening up the battle space.

Then, 50 magic-gathering anti-aircraft crossbow carts, 100 fireball cannon carts, 150 giant crossbow carts, 200 siege heavy crossbows...

Tens of thousands of crossbow carts and magic-moving cannons surrounded Trosa, and quickly opened up a large crossbow formation.

Even the constructed Titans around Trosa that had failed in research were rapidly disassembled and assembled into new temporary ballistae to fill Trosa's ballista position.

Although Trosa is a researcher, his combat effectiveness is not weak at all.

Big is good, more is beautiful.

Among the many heroes who specialize in crossbows, Trossa is the pinnacle of numbers!

A gust of wind blew by, and Trosa, who was waiting for the situation, was surprised to find that the palpitation just now seemed to be just his own illusion. The surroundings were quiet and nothing happened.

"Where's the enemy? Uh!!"

Trotha was confused for a moment, and suddenly, there was a pain in his back, and a scarlet dagger penetrated his chest.

This dagger, as if it was alive, quickly absorbed Trossa's life force, and a chill instantly chilled Trossa from her heart to the soles of her feet.

"Hmm."

Trossa's pupils dilated, and he slapped his chest hard, turning himself into a puppet instantly.

The puppet shattered, and Trossa hung in mid-air holding her chest.

Only then did he see clearly that the one who attacked him was actually an extremely dazzling woman.

In the midst of numerous forts and ballistae, she stood with her head held high.

Her eyes were a pool of deep red mist, like red roses, full of endless mystery and temptation.

When she looked at Trossa, she seemed to be able to see into the depths of Trossa's heart.

However, although her eyes are full of power, they also reveal a deep sadness and lingering melancholy that makes Trossa want to hug her.

Her skin was as white as fresh snow, as smooth as jade, and as delicate as silk.

The white evening dress she wore was elegant and noble, like a fairy falling from the sky. Every detail of the dress is just right and outlines her perfect figure. In this nobility, there is a trace of blood and cruelty that cannot be concealed.

The scarlet dagger in her hand was like a blazing flame, illuminating her fingertips and filled with a terrible curse, making Trossa feel chills all over her body.

"This pressure, this momentum, is different from just now, another demigod?!

There is no unit card, it is not a hero, it is a high-level unit that controls the power of rules. "

Trossa, who was in the air, waved his hand suddenly, and all the ballistas instantly turned their attack directions and aimed at the woman.

"Who are you? Why do you want 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 definitely suffer heavy losses.

On the contrary, as long as you are willing to let me go...

To be honest, I am very rich, very, very rich! At the same time, I am also very powerful, and you can negotiate whatever you want from me. "

Trossa finished speaking quickly, and immediately took out the recovery potion tremblingly. While recovering from the injury, he nervously watched the other party's every move.

Madam Hong smiled slightly, flipped her wrist, and the terrifying scarlet dagger turned into a folding fan.

She opened her fan with a swish and covered her face with the pink fan, revealing only a pair of seductive blood-colored eyes.

She looked at Trosa with eyes as if she were playing with prey, and said softly:

"Sorry, I'm only responsible for sending you on your way. It's not up to me whether you want to let you go or not."

It was obviously such heartless words, but Trossa's eyes lit up when she heard it:

"A killer? I know that if you can hire a demigod-level killer, the other party must pay 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 identity of the other party, I will offer you with both hands immediately! "

Madam Hong’s eyes almost narrowed with laughter:

"Oh, can you give me two true spirits of Malodi Crown?"

"What true spirit?"

Trossa was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes suddenly widened!

In an instant, a huge wave of magic power swept across Madam Hong's body, followed by several locked and sealed magic circles rising at Madam Hong's feet.

Boom boom boom! ! !

All the ballistae and forts opened fire at the same time, bombarding Madam Red's position indiscriminately, and huge flames and sound waves roared up!

Trossa looked at the smoke and dust under his feet, his eyebrows jumped, and he breathed a sigh of relief:

“It was such a close call, but fortunately the other party gave me a chance to prepare.

Even a demigod would be seriously injured by this move of mine. "

"Yeah?"

A gust of wind carrying a strong smell of blood suddenly swept up from the smoke and dust, instantly blowing away all the surrounding smoke and dust.

Madam Red stood in the middle of the smoke with a smile on her face, gazing teasingly at Trossa in the sky.

A large crater had been blasted around her, and the rocks in the crater had melted and turned red like lava.

But even the white dress on her body was not stained with any dust.

"It seems that you are still a little behind."

Madam Hong put away her fan, teleported in front of Trossa, raised the fan in her hand, and stabbed Trossa straight in the forehead!

Trossa's pupils shrank and her body disappeared instantly, allowing Madam Red to stab her in the air.

Where he disappeared, only a thick book was left.

"Transfer Dafa? There are so many ways."

With a wave of her hand, Mrs. Hong threw the book into the reflective shell on the outside of a fort, and then she followed the book and stepped into the shell.

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…

No one would have thought that there is 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, you can be transported to the world of Yasha at once, and it is a full 324,000 miles away from the entrance and exit of the 210 underground factory. Come here, Sun Wukong You have to do three somersaults to catch up.

It was the existence of this portal that made Trotha decide to set up the Titan Construction Factory here.

"Hoo ho ho."

Trossa breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear.

"Fortunately, I have enough means, and fortunately I am always cautious!

It's not that easy to kill me.

My underground factory is set up so that it will have a chance of survival after being discovered by the God King.

Just two demigods, nothing to mention. "

"Bah bang bang!"

At this moment, a burst of applause suddenly sounded from behind Trossa, causing his back to tighten and he froze in place.

"Wonderful! It's so wonderful! When he told me to make more preparations, I laughed at him for making such a fuss and sending out so many demigods just for you, a legend.

Unexpectedly, you actually avoided them all.

So many life-saving methods are really eye-opening to me. "

Listening to the completely different female voice behind her, Trossa turned around like a rusty machine and looked back.

His pupils shrank and he took a deep breath:

"Mo, Mo, Mo Lier! Your Majesty the Dragon Queen!"

"Why, why did His Majesty the Dragon Queen discover my 210 Factory, and then sneak around the barriers I carefully set up and lay so many ambushes?"

Trossa wavered for a while, and finally his eyes filled with despair:

“I see, that makes sense.

Your Majesty, the Dragon Queen, as the king of Negan, it is only natural that you want to kill me, the legend of Brakada.

Your Majesty, I say now that I am willing to rebel against Brakada and join your army and die in your service. Are you willing to accept me? "

If it were the two nameless demigods just now, Trossa would still have the will to resist, and would even dare to try and fight to the death.

But in front of him was Moriel, and even the dragon slayer was injured by Moriel.

Trossa knew the strength of the Dragon Slayer very well, and could naturally guess how powerful Moriel was who could defeat the Dragon Slayer.

He knew very well that he was definitely no match for Moriel.

So he surrendered without reservation:

"Your Majesty, you saw that I am researching the construction of Titan in this underground factory!

Those Titans are all heartless, evil and have no regard for old feelings at all.

Especially the strongest one!

Even my best friend Pickem, who had made so many contributions to Brakala, was ruthlessly killed by Him.

I knew a long time ago that if I followed Him, I would die sooner or later.

Your Majesty, I have long wanted to join Negan, but no one recommended me and I was not allowed to join.

Your Majesty, you must believe me! I am willing to swear allegiance to you to the death! "

Moriel smiled and shook her head, and said regretfully:

"It's a pity that it's not me who wants to kill you. I just came to help you to repay the favor.

I have no right to decide your life or death. "

"Ah, isn't it your Majesty?"

Trossa was completely shocked:

"Who is that?! Who has such a deep hatred for me?

Are you asking three demigods to kill me?

I keep a low profile all my life and never offend anyone easily. Even Fafner, who has always been at odds with me, would not have any thoughts of killing me. "

"It's hard to say." Moriel's hand lit up with dark black dragon flames, her eyes turned into golden vertical pupils, and with a cruel and domineering aura, she said to Trosa:

"Don't ask these questions until you are dead."

"Gu..."

Trossa gritted his teeth, and his desire to survive forced him to withstand Moriel's demigod dragon power.

He whipped out a button and threatened loudly:

"Don't move!

Your Majesty the Dragon Queen!

I'm not afraid to tell you that there is a huge magic crystal mine in Factory 210. It is the main guarantee that I don't need to transport magic crystals from the outside during my years of research.

Magic crystal is highly condensed magic power. Once the magic power inside is released, its power is extremely powerful.

A piece of magic crystal as big as a fingernail can release three-level magic several times.

Magic crystal cannons are 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, even blowing up this small underground plane!

By then, even if you survive, the one above the thunder clouds will sense the fragmentation of the underground plane and come quickly.

Under His sniper attack, you will never be able to escape.

It's easy to discuss things.

Otherwise, even if I die, I won’t let you escape unscathed!

Let's all die together! "

"Ho~ Are you threatening me?"

The Dragon Queen's eyes narrowed.

"Yes, I am threatening you! In order for me to survive."

Trossa rubbed his neck, his thick beard trembling with excitement.

"Okay then." Moriel actually put away the flame in her hand.

She looked at the ground and said:

"You've all heard it, and it's up to you to decide."

Trossa:? ? ?

Trosa looked down and saw that there was obviously only one light source in the room, but there were three shadows under his feet! !

This time, Trossa almost jumped up in fright.

Suddenly, two shadows shook rapidly,

One of them turned into the black-clad thief who had just attacked Trossa.

But in another shadow, a strange figure slowly emerged.

He wears a black dragon mask and has four dazzling red characters tattooed on his back:

【The Dragon Queen must win! 】

"Why……"

Qi Ge, wearing a dragon mask, faced Trossa and sighed softly:

"Why? Why can't you just die? You have to make things so troublesome."

"ha?"

The people of Trossa were dumbfounded and speechless for a moment.

Qi Ge 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 have calculated that you should die today. Living one more day would be disrespectful to the goddess of fate. "

Trossa:? ? ?

"What the hell?! Could it be that you want 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 know you at all!

What is the deep hatred between us, can't we talk about it? "

Trossa felt aggrieved for the first time in a long time.

"Hey~"

Qi Ge sighed again:

"There is no way. Your Majesty Trosa, I will let you understand.

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 Yasha world.

You must know better than me how many goblins died because of you when you were growing up.

Therefore, you must die. "

"Because of this?!"

When Trosa first heard it, he didn't react yet. After a while, he gradually understood what Qi Ge meant, and his emotions gradually became excited:

"Because of this? Just because of goblins?

ha? Then why me? ! How many mages and djinn are there in the entire Brakada who are killing goblins?

Almost every Brakada person has directly or indirectly killed goblins.

Why don't you kill all the Brakada people?

Besides, treating fairies harshly is not what I want to do.

From a production perspective, leaving workers without enough food or clothing to keep them on the line of life and death will actually reduce production efficiency.

I wish I could keep the goblins well fed so they have the strength to work, but can I? !

I can't!

Every wrong has its owner, and every debt has its owner. Since you are the representative of the goblin, you should go find the culprit who caused the goblin’s harm to take revenge!

You don’t know who He is, right?

He is sitting high above the thunder clouds in Bubrakada, looking down at all living beings. You can see Him when you raise your head.

Why are you looking for a legend in me?

He is the culprit of everything. I am just a knife in His hand, or one of countless knives.

Don’t you just bully the weak and fear the strong? "

“You are not only one of them, you are the biggest one, and you have enough self-awareness. You clearly know the consequences of everything you do, but you still do it.

Therefore, you will not die unjustly.

As for Him...I will find Him. "

Qige said seriously:

"All sins will eventually be judged by fate.

But before that, I need to collect some interest. "

Trossa pointed to her nose:

"You mean, I am the interest."

"Smart, it's easy to talk to smart people."

"Ha, ha, ha, ha! It's ridiculous. Let's die together!"

Trosa already knew in his heart that he would probably die today.

So he laughed and released the button on his hand without hesitation!

"Hahaha! Haha!"

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

"ha!"

"ha?"

"Huh?! Why didn't it explode?!"

Trossa looked at the button in his hand in shock.

"Of course it's because I removed your trump card."

Qige said softly.

"No! Impossible! My self-destruction device is extremely complex in design, which can not only ensure safety, but also destroy everything at critical moments.

Even if I had to undo it myself, it would take me a week.

How could you lift it? "

Qi Ge shook his head and said:

“Your magical technology is indeed very powerful and interesting.

But no matter how complicated the magic technology is, it still requires the use of magic power.

Unfortunately, the magic of Yasha's world is also on my side. "

In Qige's heart, Xiao Zilong silently nodded.

"Oh."

Trossa lowered her hand feebly 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 can watch the situation here, and you still have hope to live, don't you? "

"Then my construction factory will be discovered by Him. This is something I cannot forgive.

If he is discovered, the path of magical mechanical constructs will disappear completely. "

Trossa 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 everything in Factory 210, even if I die. "

Trossa clenched his fists and said to Qi Ge:

“While I don’t know who you are, I have a request.

You can kill me, but please don’t expose my factory like Him.

I will give you all my research, including mechanical arms, mechanical cities, mechanical Titans, and artificial souls.

Believe me, as long as you see those, you will definitely continue to study!

As long as you find someone with enough talent, my path can be continued.

At my level, life is no longer that important to me.

What maintains my existence is not only me, Trosa, but also my knowledge, my wisdom, and the future that I have painstakingly opened up.

In the future I have opened up, there will definitely be someone who will push the magic machinery to the extreme and then 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 really die.

I will live in every mechanical creation, live on every piece of metal, every roar of the magic engine is my breath, and every jump of the machine is my heartbeat! "

Trosa bowed deeply to the seven pigeons:

"So, so.

Please, pass on my path.

I can die, but the path of machinery should not be cut off. "

"Is this your last words?" Qi Ge closed his eyes, somewhat 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 you."

Qi Ge turned around, and there was a mirror inlaid on his cloak.

Chi La~~

Red blood gushed out, dyeing the mirror red.