"Ha, you can't imagine how surprised the expression on Nick Fury's face is!" Tony Stark was sitting on the sofa, slapping his thighs and laughing wildly. Ever since Salomon killed the shape-shifting alien, Stark
I have been waiting for this day. When Nick Fury suddenly appeared at the Tri-wing headquarters three days after his disappearance and found an excuse to fool Alexander Pierce, Tony Stark immediately put on the Iron Suit and rushed there.
In front of him, he told him about the Skrulls.
At the moment when shock flashed across Nick Fury's face, Tony Stark felt that he could not care about Nick Fury breaking into Stark Tower. The cautious billionaire felt that he had finally taken revenge.
After receiving the report, he finally defeated Nick Fury in intelligence - discovering the second phase of the plan on the Helicarrier was nothing at all, but it was far from enough. After Tony Stark returned to the villa
I couldn't wait to call Salomon. He really wanted to share his happiness with everyone.
Even the dogs on the roadside need to know this!
He had already told Pepper Potts once, and when Salomon opened the portal and arrived at his residence, he took the trouble to say what he had just said again. Pepper Potts sat on the sofa nearby
, with a helpless smile on her face - before she finished dealing with the Stark Tower renovation plan and returned to her residence, Tony Stark had already told this story to his bodyguard Happy, who told this story again.
The story was told to her. So when Tony Stark told the story excitedly again, in order to take care of Stark's childish self-esteem, she could only act appropriately surprised to heighten the atmosphere. But when Salomon arrived
, Tony Stark's mouth showed no intention of stopping, and Pepper Potts decided not to waste time anymore. She stood up and greeted Salomon with a smile on her face, "I still have work." She said.
Said, "I won't disturb you boys' party."
Immediately afterwards, Miss Potts turned around, the smile on her face quickly disappeared, and then threw the sofa pillow into Stark's face extremely impatiently. "Woman." Stark took it off his face in shock.
Holding the pillow, he looked at Pepper Potts running upstairs with high heels, and complained to himself in a low voice, "Women are so difficult to understand. Why didn't I have this understanding before?"
"I think this is a punishment for your past infatuation." The mystic mage said softly, "Women are extremely vindictive. Although they don't say it, it doesn't mean they don't remember it."
"Why do you know so much?" Stark's eyes widened in surprise.
"Because..." Salomon took a deep breath and recalled what happened the night before. Last night, after Joan of Arc impulsively asked for a gift but failed and got angry and drew a gun, the atmosphere in the apartment was extremely awkward. The character of the witch
They are all so aggressive and competitive, but in front of Bayonetta, Joan of Arc is always unable to be strong. When she hesitates and doesn't know what to say, she even wants to shoot herself in shame. But luckily
Bayonetta hugged Joan in time, and the two witches who were both enemies and friends reached a consensus at that moment, and the innocent Salomon became the target of public criticism - of course, this was Bayonetta signaling Salomon with her eyes.
To cooperate, Salomon could never refuse the witch's request. So last night he slept in Kamathaj's bedroom, holding the Cheshire Cat and Phoenix.
There's nothing wrong with that, Phoenix can sing, he doesn't need a witch!
"Please be sure to skip this topic."
"Okay. According to the drawings you sent, I have already processed the parts, and those things are placed in the basement." After telling the story, Stark got down to business. He looked behind the Mystic Master and found that there was nothing there.
There was nothing extra, and he was extremely disappointed with this. "It was promised that I could see the birth of the magic robot." He said, "But after you brought the metal skeleton back, I haven't seen it since.
Why don't you bring it here instead of letting me work some weird looking gears and levers out of metal?"
"That alchemical skeleton needs to be filled with an alchemical soul. That is not a simple matter. It will be a true artificial intelligence. Have you heard of Homonculus? That is my artificial man, made by me
The alchemical doll created by giving part of my own life is my assistant in alchemy, but the artificial human is not made entirely of flesh and blood, but is made of various magic materials." What Salomon said.
Stark was so excited that he couldn't wait to see the completed mechanical maid, but the Mystic Mage's next words broke his fantasy. "Now is the time to put the alchemy skeleton into the petri dish. You are absolutely
Invisible. If possible, I also need you to help me customize some specific clothes - the ones you saw on the blueprint. You must ensure that no one knows about this! Otherwise you will never see me.
The maid's! Damn it, Agent Romanoff seems to know all about my little hobby."
"Although I don't want to dictate your hobbies, I suggest you...well, I guarantee that unless a spy steals those information, other people will never know those things." Stark quickly swore that he
Then he asked, "Then what are you here for? Those parts don't look like they can be assembled into a humanoid machine. In fact, the machines made of gears and springs can't move at all. Or do you mean that your magic can?"
Solve the problem?"
"You guessed it right, it is to use magic to solve the problem. The artificial man is used to protect myself, and attacking the enemy requires other constructs. I can't use weapons or fists to fight every time. That is too much.
That's off track. I hope you didn't assemble those parts, otherwise I'll have to disassemble and assemble them all over again."
"Can I watch?" Stark shrugged, "At least I hope to see you using clockwork to make those robots move."
"The scientific name is construct." The mystic mage stood up from the sofa. Assembling these constructs is much cheaper than making golems, although this construct is not as powerful as the flesh golem (the challenge level is only 2)
, not as smart as his alchemy artificial life form Mechanical Maid, and can only execute orders rigidly, but it is cheaper, easier to use, and takes less time to make (during a long or short rest). As long as the parts are available, Salomon
You can complete the assembly of two to three structures today and make them move.
After his alchemy soul is completed and stuffed into the body of the construct maid, these constructs will be commanded by his mechanical maid and serve as his army. At that time, he can happily cast spells from behind
, truly displaying the abilities a spellcaster should have.
"I didn't know you were so keen on steampunk culture, but your aesthetics are pretty good." Stark watched Salomon assemble the parts that glowed with brass color, and kept talking while assembling them.
After the assembly was completed, he did not see Salomon install energy for these robots. The gears were exposed, and the two-and-a-half-point-tall robots stood up on their own and obeyed Salomon's instructions.
The instruction stood aside - due to the mystic's personal interest, this robot has no hands. There are only two narrow and sharp blades where the arms should be. Even the legs are sharp blades. And to save trouble, Sa
Luo Meng did not put much effort into the face of the construct. Instead, he roughly dug out several extremely bright light bulbs from Stark's inventory and installed them in the barrel-shaped head, and installed a layer outside the light bulbs.
The round glass is perfunctory.
Even though Jarvis recorded the spells uttered by Salomon, when Stark tried to say those spells into his steel suit, he could not utter the voice he had just memorized.
"What's going on?" he asked curiously, "Why do those robots move? Why can't I say the spell?"
"Because I injected magic (infusion magic) when assembling it." The Mystic Mage replied without raising his head. Thanks to his experience in assembling Bandai Gundam, his assembly speed was extremely fast, and he is now assembling the second construct.
Body. He explained casually, "And magic is not just a simple spell. If you don't understand magic, just chanting the correct spell will suffer the backlash of magic - you should be glad that you don't have magic, otherwise with your recklessness just now,
I'm afraid all I'll see is a pile of minced meat."
"Okay." Stark felt that Salomon might be bluffing, but he had no evidence, so he could only doubtfully promise not to make random attempts. "There is another question." He said, "What is your robot?"
Does it use electricity? I don’t think magic alone can make the light bulb light up. Shit! Can you make it stop turning its head? I can’t open my eyes. Please turn off the light!”
"Of course it uses electricity, but the power source may be different from what you think." Salomon instructed the construct to turn off the lights, and then opened the construct's chest, "This is the power source."
"What is this?" Stark pointed to the small wooden stick. He saw that the small wooden stick was located between two things that looked like electrodes. "Is this some kind of wooden battery?"
"This is a lightning beam (level 3) wand, which absorbs magic energy every day. The ability of this construct is not just as simple as close combat."