This is the only thought the Lance Knight has had in the past few days. The Lancer has been fighting these Holy Spirits for three days and nights, and it is still a sleepless battle.
Even though the tower spirit would restore his vitality and physical strength after each battle, the spear knight still felt tired.
Maybe his ability to continue fighting is not good enough to fight for seven days and seven nights. What's even worse is that the abilities used by this group of Holy Spirits are really weird.
In three days, the Lance Knight was bombarded with magic of various attributes in turn. He was taught swordsmanship and marksmanship, was blinded by giant hammers and shields, and suffered from poisoning, bleeding, curses and other strange things.
negative state.
But what really makes the Lancer feel unbelievable, unbelievable, and heart-rending... is that this group of Holy Spirits have gone crazy and started to madly refresh the sacred record of the first level.
When the Spear Knight was young, he also challenged the sacred record of the first level, ranking seventh in the record time of 45 minutes and 37 seconds.
This record has been maintained for decades and is a bottleneck that even the young heroes in their world cannot break through.
The Lancer thought that his prince's sacred record of thirty-nine points was abnormal enough, but since the arrival of these holy spirits, the sacred record of the first level has entered a new era.
They completed a dungeon in just fifteen minutes that would normally take an hour to complete.
The current record for the fastest clearance of the first level is thirteen minutes and twenty-seven seconds, set by the Leap Nuclear Guild.
This is no longer a record that the indigenous people can imagine, but fortunately, the first level can only challenge young people aged 35 years old, and the sacred objects produced in it are not very precious.
But the problem is that these crazy Holy Spirits have begun to taint the sacred records of the second level! This is the lifeblood of the four major countries.
Most of the holy objects produced by the second and third strata are important strategic resources for major countries.
The Lancer didn't know how the country's top officials viewed this matter, but he could leave that damn arena today.
He received a task personally assigned by the king to escort Prince Segeman to challenge the second estate.
The age limit for challengers in the second level of the Tower of Trial is limited to those under seventy years old. The Lancer is 47 years old and has once challenged the second level of the Tower of Trial and successfully passed it.
The Lancer was not surprised that the always strong Prince Segman would challenge the second level at this time. What surprised him was another instruction in the escort order.
'Absolutely, never let Prince Segeman touch an alchemy machine called a strengthening machine. If Prince Segeman has the tendency to touch the machine, he is allowed to be knocked unconscious and taken back home. This order is issued by His Majesty the King, the Honorable
The mage and the official repository of sacred objects jointly issued the order. We hope that the knights who receive this order will strictly abide by it and make no mistakes!'
Strengthening machine? What the hell?
The Lancer carefully read the 'Imperial Edict' in his hand again. In the past three days, he had been obsessed with abusing those Holy Spirits and being abused by those Holy Spirits. He didn't care much about national affairs, and he didn't know what a strengthening machine was.
thing.
Even the Lancers still don't know what the purpose of those Holy Spirits is to take the magic stones.
"Kelmer, I've been waiting for a long time."
Segerman appeared behind the Lancer at this time. The Lancer did not dare to neglect to take a look at Solar, who was fighting the Holy Spirit in the ring, and immediately gave a knightly salute to Segerman.
"Your Highness, you are already the best of the younger generation. There is no need to be so anxious to challenge the second class." The old mage followed Segeman and dissuaded Segeman with a worried look on his face.
"What about among them?" Segerman pointed at the players having an open-air party in the distance, and turned his eyes to the old mage again.
"This... this... His Highness Segeman, they are the Holy Spirits, the legendary saviors. There is no need for you to compare with them." The old mage knew the reason why Segeman had been working so hard to increase his strength recently. He not only wanted to survive in the aboriginal world
To be the best, Segerman even has to be the best among the players.
"Then why can't we be our own saviors? The Kingdom of Flowing Water has never lost to anyone." Segerman lowered his voice and said, "I don't think it is natural that I am weaker than the Holy Spirit."
"Your Highness..." When the old mage wanted to say something else, the spear knight took the first step to block the old mage's progress with his spear.
"Sir Sage, please go back first. I will take care of His Highness Segeman."
The Lancer admires his eldest prince very much, because Segman has the same qualities as him, that is, he is so strong that he will not give in to anyone.
"Alas..." The old mage knew that apart from his personality, another reason why Segeman was so stubborn might be that he was in love.
In the past three days, Segeman and the Jumping Nuclear Guild have made two dungeons. The Jumping Nuclear Guild helped Segeman successfully win the sacred record of the first level of the Trial Tower. Yes, but the more Segeman and the
The more you come into contact with the Holy Spirits, the more you realize your own weakness.
Segerman's current behavior is purely due to the restlessness of an adolescent boy, the restlessness of wanting to show off in front of girls. In the aboriginal world of the Tower of Trials, it is normal for thirty-year-old boys to have just reached puberty.
But here comes the question... How should Segelman, in human form, show off in front of a Holy Spirit 'girl'? The strengthening machine gave Segelman the answer.
"Your Highness, are you looking for something like a strengthening machine?" The Lancer saw that the direction Segerman was heading was not the Tower of Trials, but the group of Holy Spirits who were having an open-air party...
"You want to stop me too?" Segerman said, squinting at the Lancer.
"As long as you don't tell His Majesty the King, I won't stop you. After all, I was a disobedient child back then." The Lancer behaved extremely freely. As long as the strange alchemy machine did not endanger Segerman's safety, he would
There's no stopping Segelman.
"very good!"
Segelman led the Lance Knight into the area where the goblin merchants were. As soon as he entered the area, the Lance Knight felt like he had entered some kind of romantic place. It was the kind of romantic place where all the people were wearing strange clothes. Holy spirits wearing strange doll headgear could be seen everywhere.
Solar initially deduced that these Holy Spirits took magic stones in exchange for these strange headgear, but this was rejected by most people in the Land of Flowing Waters because it was too absurd.
And when Segeman walked in here, all the Holy Spirits looked at Segeman and smiled, and the Lancer didn't understand why.
"Your Highness Segelman! You have another holy object to explode!" A Holy Spirit wearing a horse head shouted to Segelman from a distance.
Segelman had a cold face and did not answer. He just walked quickly to the NPC named Enhancer Yi Rui, cleared his throat and said to Enhancer Yi Rui.
"I want to use the No. 3 strengthening machine!" As Segeman spoke, he took out three magic stones and placed them in the hand of the strengthening master Yi Rui.
"How many pieces of equipment do you think Segelman will blow up this time?"
"I guess five. It's too greedy for him to want to go to thirteen for every piece of equipment."
When the surrounding Holy Spirits saw this, they deliberately raised their voices and shouted.
"I haven't started to strengthen it yet! It's too rude of you to assert like this!" Segerman heard the discussions of the surrounding Holy Spirits and retorted to them.
"What assertion? Yesterday we saw with our own eyes that you took five holy objects to strengthen and increase the power by thirteen! In the end, they all exploded." Another Holy Spirit said.
When Segerman heard this, his face turned red instantly, and veins popped out on his forehead. He was obviously in two emotional states of embarrassment and anger. He suppressed his emotions and shouted loudly.
"Just...just five small holy objects that have no use! Don't you Holy Spirits have a saying of padding the knife? The equipment used to pad the knife is broken, how can you say it exploded!"
Segerman no longer said anything difficult to understand. He spent the past two days either playing the Tower of Trial or 'feeding' his own holy objects to the strengthening machine.
The strengthening effect brought by the strengthening machine is really addictive to Segman. Now the staff in Segman's hand is a scorching flame staff that is enhanced to +13. The flame magic he releases has at least the destructive effect.
Improved by three times.
"Your Highness Segman, what are you going to do?" The Lancer quietly listened to the discussions of the Holy Spirits around him, feeling vaguely uneasy in his heart.
"Shut up and watch!"
Segerman had already entered a state of high concentration. He took out a statue that emitted red light and carefully put it into the strengthening machine.
The sacred object numbered 213, the Fire Gathering Statue! The Lancer recognized this as an important sacred object in the Land of Flowing Water.
The Lancer watched helplessly as Segerman threw the holy object into the strengthening machine. After shaking for a while, the strengthening machine spit out a large amount of cinder furnace fragments.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, where are the sacred objects you threw in before?" The Lancer was stunned for a moment. He was somewhat unwilling to believe that this pile of black cinders was the exquisite fire-gathering statue.
"It's broken, don't you see?" Segerman was not in a good mood as he said and took out another dark blue glass ball.
The holy object numbered 327...the magic ball!
The Lancer had worked in the relic depository for a period of time before, and he could recognize the number, name, and... rarity of each relic.
Segerman threw the glass ball in his hand into the strengthening machine again. An emotion called fear filled the Lancer's heart because he realized that this was just the beginning.
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