Struggle in the Steam Age

Facing the magic item in front of him that might be part of the demigod demonized tree spirit that year, Lawrence's only choice was to summon the phantom of his mirror. Fortunately, as he expected, the mirror that was the manifestation of Jianmu's power was obviously superior to this magic item in terms of transcendent level, so there was no accident in the entire summoning process.

The phantom of the mirror slowly formed in front of him, and then a golden light enveloped the wooden stick floating in the air. However, unlike the previous few times, no white mist appeared on the rod of prosperity.

"Huh?" Lawrence realized that something was wrong before he could do anything. He felt the strength of his whole body being drawn away by the mirror phantom on his chest.

After drawing up Lawrence's physical strength, the golden light on the mirror surface lit up like a fire that had been splashed with gasoline. Under the illumination of the enhanced golden light, the expanding purple-black patches on the Rod of Prosperity and Decline were suppressed at once, and even began to restore the original wooden appearance bit by bit.

"Persevere, hold on again." Lawrence silently cheered up for himself, but fortunately, the actions of the High Priest Arthur and their actions also weakened the power on the rod of prosperity and withered on the other hand, and positively assumed the consequences brought by the rod of prosperity and death. The main pressure of this allows Lawrence to maintain the golden light on the mirror with the power of ordinary people.

Finally, when Lawrence felt that his energy was about to run out. The dark purple patches of the rod of prosperity and death also slowly disappeared under the consumption of golden light. Streams of white mist gushed from the rod of prosperity and decay that was completely restored to its original shape, and then followed the golden light into the mirror.

Unlike the wisps of white air that emerged from those things the previous two times, the white mist this time was as thick as milk. Under the action of the golden light, the mist is like a white rope connected between the rod of prosperity and the phantom of the mirror.

As the white mist emerging from the wooden stick was constantly being absorbed into the mirror by golden light, Lawrence clearly saw signs of decay on the wooden surface of the Staff of Prosperity and Withering, and at the same time it was set on the three golden hoops on the wooden stick. There were also traces of gray.

Although there are more white mists than ever before, it is not endless. As time passed, the area of ​​decay on the stick became larger and larger, while the white mist emerging from above became less and less. Finally, five or six minutes after Lawrence summoned the phantom of the mirror, the last white mist that emerged from the Rod of Prosperity disappeared in the mirror with the mirror and golden light.

"Ka, Ka -" Just when the phantom in the mirror disappeared, a strange sound came from the staff of prosperity and death. The whole body aches like Lawrence who ran a marathon and raised his head.

The Rod of Prosperity and Withered had completely lost the sense of power it had just now, and it now looked like the branches that fell on the ground commonly seen in the forest. Cracks appeared on the rod body, making the surface of the entire rod of prosperity and decay like tempered glass hit by heavy objects.

The cracks spread all over the stick body quickly, and then the fragments peeled off the stick body a little bit and fell to the ground. At the same time, the whole ground trembled, as if something was about to break through the ground.

"I hope today's luck will not be too bad." Lawrence leaned against a piece of green crystal and muttered, because the mirror used to extract his physical energy, he now feels as weak as he has just finished a marathon. Therefore, I can only pray that the next changes will not hurt me.

What Lawrence didn't know was the moment when he used the mirror phantom to drew the last white mist from the staff of prosperity and death. The sky above the thick rock above his head was suddenly covered with dark clouds.

On the nearby sea, one by one waterspouts rushed out of the sea and directly into the sky in the howling of the wind. Formed in mid-air, a column of water through the sky.

"Boom--" On the low black-red dark cloud, a blood-red thunder light roared in the dark cloud. Afterwards, with a thunderstorm, the rain mixed with the seawater that had just been rolled up from the sea, accompanied by a gust of wind, fell back to the ground.

The city was still asleep, only some of the doors and windows that were suddenly blown by the wind heard the screams of people who were already asleep after being awakened by the storm and thunder. But soon these screams and the sounds of doors and windows were drowned out by thunder.

On this small high ground, rain and lightning seemed to fall faster and more urgently than the surrounding places. If someone with extraordinary powers stood here, he would see pieces of half withered and half glorious leaves flying from the ground, and then scattered into light particles in the sky.

"Damn it, something big happened." On the way from the city to this highland, the old man in a blue silver-rimmed robe sitting in a galloping carriage saw this scene violently. Thigh, and then pushed the car door into the air. At the same time, the same black voices on the carriages behind him flew away from the carriage, and then flew towards the high ground where the ruins were.

But all this has nothing to do with Lawrence, he is now a little wary staring at the sandy dry lake bottom. Just a few seconds after the last white mist disappeared, the Rod of Prosperity and Dead finally reached a limit and completely turned into a pile of fragments and fell to the ground. When the debris touched the ground, numerous finger-sized springs suddenly appeared at the bottom of the lake.

At the same time, several black and red mist appeared in the air, and then a part of a huge monster squeezed out of the largest mist.

"What the hell! I'm not a magical girl, how come I am on the tentacles." Lawrence stared at a large number of tentacles squeezed out of the fog, not as thick as a python, and then he struggled to lift up slightly. The trembling hand began to fill the revolver beside him with bullets.

After the monster was completely squeezed out of the fog, Lawrence discovered that the monster was a purple-black tree. It is five or six meters high, and its bare branches are twisted and scaled like a giant python, and the face of the foreman Bubu just now protrudes from the trunk. No wonder Lawrence treated it as a tentacle monster when his branch came out first.

But now this tree man’s body is full of wounds, cut with a sharp tool, smashed with a blunt tool, and traces of charred and frost caused by magic. UU reading www.uukanshu.com has a lot of purple-red sticky. The thick liquid ran down these wounds to the ground. It seems that it may fall dead in the next moment at any time.

Unexpectedly, the treant did not run away or heal himself after leaving the range of the mist, but directly turned to Lawrence, the only living person in the cave. Then I walked over like that step by step.

"Bah, bah, bah—" Seeing the purple-black tree man approaching step by step, Lawrence who was leaning against the crystal half leaning there first raised his pistol and pulled the trigger.

He noticed that every bullet would bring down a palm-sized piece after hitting the Treant, which also meant that the monster in front of him was hurt so badly that there was no way to withstand these ordinary bullets.

But such an attack didn't make much sense. After all, the monster was as big as the hill, and the wounds Lawrence caused on it were insignificant to it.

However, Lawrence still shoots perseveringly, not so much to defeat this monster, but to maintain his dignity. It just made him feel the most unconvinced in his heart that he had made a large sum of money this time, but the **** wood space was actually the same as the time flow outside, so that he had no time to harvest the rod of absorption this time. After the benefits.

"Boom!" Lawrence dropped the gun to the side after firing the last bullet, praying that the monster in front of him exploded from the inside, and then he was covered with dirt. The **** figure came out of the blood mist in the sky.

"Ha, you are still alive, it seems we came in time. This is really great."

"Priest Arthur--" Hearing this familiar voice, Lawrence gently twitched the corner of his mouth and showed a smile, and then he passed out in darkness.