Magus Tech (Technological Wizard)

"Yes, the strange species." Gasol nodded, looked at Muse and said, "The strange species I brought is very powerful. I promise, it will definitely not be weaker than the one released in the Great Swamp."

After hearing this, Muse frowned slightly, looked at Gasol and said, "Nonsense! What are you doing with this kind of thing? Not only is it troublesome and uncontrollable, but...with me, it's useless at all."

Gasol shrugged, and although his face was bloody, he still put on a smile: "Don't blame me, I didn't ask for this, and I don't have the ability. It was an order from General Rommel.

Director Rommel said that this is for insurance purposes. After all, Gibran has already failed once before, and now you have suffered another setback. He himself is busy with the affairs of the main continent, and he cannot come over due to problems on the east coast, so he had to ask me to bring a strange species.

Having said that, even if nothing happens, if there are really strange species, once they are released, can they greatly speed up the progress of the plan? "

Muse narrowed her eyes slightly, and after hearing Gasol's words, she narrowed her eyes and said, "So it was the decision of Director Rommel, okay. If that's the case, then take me to see what kind of ugly monster it is. Can you Don't tell me that the strange species you brought is in a state of awakening."

"How?!" Gasol yelled. "It's frozen."

"That's good." Muse nodded, and walked out of the hall with Franklin and Gasol.

...

Outside the hall, in the huge warehouse.

In the center of the warehouse floor, a huge sarcophagus was quietly placed. Its exterior was covered with ice crystals and exuded a bone-chilling chill.

Gasol pointed at the sarcophagus and said to Muse, "It's inside."

"En." Muse responded, and walked to the vicinity of the sarcophagus, put her hand on the lid, and pushed the lid halfway open with a "swipe" sound.

"puff!"

A large stream of white steam emerged from the sarcophagus, causing the water droplets in the air to freeze into ice crystals.

Through the white steam, a huge body appeared in the sarcophagus, motionless. But even so, it gave people a feeling of oppression, as if the huge body would wake up at any time and tear everything apart with brutal force.

"Strange species." After a few glances, Muse raised her eyebrows slightly, and said slowly, "Is this the case? I thought it would be a strange species or a bloodthirsty species among the strange species. By the way, the sarcophagus This kind of strange species has only been exterminated for a short time, so it’s not appropriate to release it now?”

"That being said." Gasol said, "But according to the plan, everyone who sees this strange species will die, right? If that's the case, what else is there to worry about?"

"That's right." Muse nodded, and continued, "However, I will try my best to let the rest of the people die before seeing this strange species. After all, the East Coast is now my home field, not this strange species." The breeding ground for planting."

"boom!"

With some force, Muse closed the sarcophagus, turned her head and walked out of the warehouse, "Okay, let's go."

"Um, yes."

Gasol followed obediently and left, not daring to make any rebuttals.

...

Florence.

A secluded alley, a large courtyard, a gorgeously decorated bedroom, and a big firm bed, where Sherlock fell asleep.

Recently, Florence has been very chaotic, with large groups of soldiers constantly gathering and leaving quickly, not knowing where to go. This made Sherlock feel disturbed, although not much scared, at least his days were not as peaceful as usual.

Therefore, I can only fall asleep very late every day, and sleep very lightly when I fall asleep, and wake up whenever there is any movement.

Then……

Sherlock, who was lying on the bed, frowned, opened his eyes, and woke up.

This time, he was not awakened by the sound of dense footsteps outside, nor was he awakened by the sudden sound of fighting or screams, but heard a rustling sound—this was different from before. .

This is?

Sherlock listened carefully, only to hear the rustling sound getting louder,

There was also a "squeak" sound coming from outside the room.

Sherlock frowned, looked aside, slowly pulled his arm from under the neck of the maid Lucia, put on a coat and got out of bed, followed the sound out of the room.

The sound became louder and the "squeak" sound became more obvious, which suddenly gave Sherlock an uncomfortable memory.

It sounds like...

"brush!"

Sherlock opened his sleeve, and saw a not-so-obvious scar on his wrist, which was turning red little by little, as if congested with blood. At the same time, severe pain stimulated his nerves.

"ah--"

Sherlock yelled, seldom gnashing his teeth, staggering forward, cursing in a low voice: "Damn blue mouse, you haven't settled with you for biting me, and tortured me for so many years. I didn’t ask you to settle accounts, I thought you would let you go when you stopped, but you came back again. See if I don’t catch you this time, just to make you look good! Let me tell you, I have learned thirty-one ways to make mice The method of food, I must catch you and stew you!"

"Bang!" The stumbling Sherlock, following the sound, knocked open the door of the storage room, and saw a blue shadow in the corner. The shadow made a "squeak" sound while punching a hole in the wall, as if preparing to escape.

"Ha! Still want to run? Since I've caught you, go to hell!" Sherlock said, rushing forward.

As a result, when he was about to grab the opponent, his eyes suddenly widened. Seeing the shadow in the corner, he turned around suddenly, his body was about to swell, becoming bigger than a lion, and he opened his mouth to swallow him.

"No!" Sherlock exclaimed.

...

"No!"

Shouting, Sherlock sat up on the bed in the bedroom, sweating profusely, looking overly frightened.

"Hoo hoo hoo..."

After panting for a long time, Sherlock recovered, looked around, and made sure that it was just a dream.

Is it really a dream?

Sherlock lifted his sleeves, and there was a scar just like in the dream on his wrist, which was congested a little bit at this time, and it became unbearably painful.

The maid Lucia, who was sleeping next to Sherlock, woke up with a start. She rubbed her eyes sleepily, looked at Sherlock, and said, "Xia...Master Sherlock, what's wrong? Have you had a nightmare?"

"Eh... I had a nightmare, and I accidentally scared you. It's nothing, you can continue to sleep." Sherlock said.

"Oh." The little maid Lucia nodded and was about to lie down.

At this moment, on the table in the bedroom, a crystal ball placed on a wooden stand lit up, making a "buzzing" sound, and the color turned blood-red little by little, looking very dangerous.

this!

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, quickly jumped out of bed, and pressed his hand on the crystal ball.

The maid Lucia didn't feel sleepy either, she sat up and looked at Sherlock.

After a while, Sherlock released his hand from the crystal ball, looked at the maid, and said with an ugly expression: "Lucia, it looks like we are leaving here."

"Ah?" The maid asked in surprise, "Master Sherlock, where are we going...to?"

"Where I came from." Sherlock said, heaving a long sigh, "Mainland."

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