The spindle-shaped skeleton of the magic core suddenly expanded, and a purple light flowed on it, dyeing the ground of the hall with a cold color. Then the giant two-meter-high structure slowly rotated, and with the flickering fluorescent light, it was as gorgeous as the neon lanterns in the future.
However, the skeleton that expanded in the air told Roland that magic power was indeed beyond the scope of "physics" to some extent. Although there was no fulcrum, they could not separate, as if there was a pair of invisible hands pulling them.
"How did the underground civilization make these things?" Roland looked at Pasha. "If you were given the corresponding materials, could you replicate them?"
"I'm afraid not, Your Majesty." Pasha shook her head. "Although I don't want to admit it, this race's research on magic power is far more advanced than that of the Union. Celine is the leader of the Quest Society, but she only learned how to operate them after hundreds of years." "
"The lack of manpower is also the main problem." Celine turned around. "Analyzing its structure is not as simple as instilling magic power. We have to feel thousands of contact points at the same time to get a general picture of it, which is impossible for ordinary people to do with their skin." "
"In other words, if you want to understand it, you have to become what you are now?" Tilly asked.
"Yes, just like a summer bug doesn't know the coldness of winter, and a deaf person can't hear the sound of all things." Celine said helplessly, "I can't even describe what I've learned and felt in human language, because there is no such expression in the existing vocabulary. So now, only Pasha and I can control the magic core. " "
"Wait... Do you mean that the main tentacle on the original carrier is actually very sensitive?" Roland asked in surprise.
"Not only the main tentacle, but every tentacle is sensitive," Celine said matter-of-factly. "They can distinguish hot and cold, smell, dry and wet... and the most subtle touch. The main tentacle can even directly feel the flow of magic power. So once it is transferred to the carrier, it can no longer adapt to its previous body. Why, are you interested in it? " "
"No, I'm just casually asking …" Roland couldn't help but look away. At this critical moment, it was better not to think about such trivial things. No matter how sensitive the main tentacle was, it was still a powerful weapon for the original carrier. He remembered Phyllis once said that the carrier was as powerful as a God's Punishment Witch.
But from this, it could be seen that there was an almost insurmountable barrier for an ordinary person to study magic power. If one could not even perceive it, how could one study it? Before obtaining reliable means of observation, this was destined to be a subject that belonged to only a few people.
"Core No.3 has been adjusted to soul instrument mode. Transfer is about to begin," Celine's voice interrupted his thoughts. Following this reminder, Pasha and Alcha inserted their main tentacles into the spindle.
Roland widened his eyes, afraid that he would miss a single detail.
But in fact, there was nothing strange about this process. Two beams of light bloomed from the core and covered the two stone beds below. At the same time, the magic power that filled the skeleton quickly surged. After a quarter of an hour, Celine let out a long sigh. "Good luck. This guy can indeed be captured by the soul instrument. Now we just need to wait for it to attach to Scourge. "
"That's it?" He blinked and asked.
"In fact, soul transfer is a process of exchanging keys," Pasha explained. "If you observe through the Five-Colored Stone, you will see that the light beam that originally belonged to the demons has been drawn to the God's Punishment Army. "
Before the ancient witch's voice died away, Scourge, who had been motionless, suddenly opened his eyes!
The facial features on his face were scrunched up, making him look particularly ferocious. Not only was there a strange sound coming from his throat, but his body was also constantly trembling. His fingers were bent like dead wood in several directions – this strange scene made the surrounding witches involuntarily take a step back.
"This is what happens when we are suddenly stuffed into a strange body," Zoey said. "After our first transformation, we don't look much better. Without help, we can't even eat."
Roland could not help but think of a group of exiled witches rolling around in a cold underground cave... To be able to clench their teeth and persist for more than ten years, they must be strong-willed people in every aspect.
"This is also the time when the demon's mind is the most chaotic, so I'll leave the rest to Ms. Camilla." She looked at the crowd. "If you want to know anything, just ask. If there is an answer, I will repeat its thoughts." Zoey paused. "Besides, I have a request."
"Go ahead." Roland nodded.
"No matter what happens, as long as I don't give the signal to stop, don't stop the Mind Resonance," she said word by word. "Everything depends on the interrogation."
"This..." The expression on Camilla Dary's face finally changed.
"I understand." Roland did not hesitate and quickly agreed. Camilla had already made up her mind, so it was unnecessary to worry about her now. It was equivalent to underestimating her determination.
"In that case, I'm going to use my ability." The Chief Butler of Sleeping Island looked at him deeply, then raised his hands and placed them on the shoulders of Zoey and Scourge.
Zoey's face suddenly showed a painful expression.
Then, as if she could not bear it, she opened her mouth and roared. But in an instant, Roland knew that it was the demon who roared. The connected minds made the demon roar through her mouth.
"What did you do to me!?" Her voice was a little distorted. "Lowly reptile, let me go! Otherwise, I will teach this female a lesson! "
The witches could not help but gasp. "Is Zoey..."
"This is just a threat," Anna said calmly. "Look at her finger."
At this moment, everyone noticed that the God's Punishment Witch's right hand was holding up a finger and was waving it back and forth casually. Apparently, she was not being controlled.
Roland also guessed what the demon was thinking. Obviously, this way of communication was more direct than asking and answering, leaving less time for the demon to think and resist.
"Lowly reptile?" He sneered. "Then what about you, who lost to us?"
"I... lost?" The demon was stunned. Her voice suddenly became low, and a painful expression appeared on her face again. However, Roland could not tell whether the pain came from the demon's chaotic thoughts or from Zoey 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 make it back to Taquila alive." But now was not the time to relax. He took advantage of the situation and said, "We also filled up the underground camp and burned thousands of demons to ashes. So, tell me, who is the lowly one!? "
By the last sentence, his tone had become a question.
"No, this is impossible! Unless, unless... "Zoey's head swayed from side to side. After a while, she raised her head and murmured in a tone of astonishment," Did you also grab a legacy shard and upgrade your race? Those weapons... were also made according to the contents of the shard? "
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