Wade Locke raised his head and saw the gloomy and gray sky. Dark clouds were rolling in from the edge of the horizon. Like a shadow monster, it was advancing here, gradually swallowing up the roofs and glass windows of high-rise buildings, and then gradually swallowing up the sky.
The streets and pedestrians make every river plunge into sub-zero temperatures, freezing to the bone.
He realized that there would soon be a snowstorm. Judging from the scale of the clouds, it might be an unprecedented snowstorm in Nimshel city. It would bury the streets, freeze the water flow, and drown the crowds of people in the square.
Starlings and Arrow Gulls. In the worst case scenario, there may even be casualties, forcing the ongoing 11th Nimschel International Exhibition to be suspended.
However, it is impossible for clouds of this size to gather without warning. Why did colleagues in the Natural Disaster Detection Bureau neither warn in advance nor notify relevant departments to do snow disaster prevention work? This is an extremely serious dereliction of duty. In 2018,
This is a major event that will also be criticized by Yin Fumian in the official report.
Wade Locke thought silently, and for some reason he had an extremely bad premonition. He slowly withdrew his gaze from the gloomy sky, fell on Agil who was concentrating on controlling the clockwork fairy, and asked: "Agil
Jill, how is Professor David's current situation?"
"He is in the museum, introducing a certain cultural relic to His Excellency and the Grand Duchess of Fort Rogge... There doesn't seem to be anything unusual." Agil quickly replied.
Really? Am I just overly worried?
Wade breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and heard Sally's voice asking "Is it going to snow tonight?" and Michelle's casual hum. It was rare that they didn't have to be arrested by the city's night watchman to deal with various problems.
Extraordinary pieces are quite free now. One is replacing the core metal of his "Grey Eagle X-type Individual Magic Cannon", and the other is holding a handkerchief and carefully wiping his favorite weapon: the Magic King V-type
Magic Sword.
Occasionally, you can still hear Sally mocking Michelle for sleeping with old antiques in her arms.
The association's internal naming of magic weapon models follows a simple rule, which is based on a set of mathematical symbols called "Roman numerals" in ascending order. The later numbers represent the more advanced the model, the more prominent the specifications, and the more powerful the performance. So,
The Greyhawk X-type, which symbolizes the tenth generation, is naturally much more advanced than the Magic King V-type, which is only the fifth generation. There is a gap of five generations.
However, Michelle is such a person. He seems cold, rigid, and unhuman, but he also has an artist-like retro romance. He values the meaning of things in history more than the meaning of things themselves.
Feelings, so I hold on to this magic sword from five eras ago and refuse to replace it. According to colleagues in the organization's management agency, the first magic sword was invented eight centuries ago.
The name is called "Magic Sword-Magic King".
In fact, if we have to compare the models, the "Eye of the Sky II Detection Instrument" currently used by Agil is only updated to the second generation. Of course, there are also small precision magic instruments that are not researched.
Too much attention is paid to it, so progress is slow and product iteration is difficult.
It is said that the most cutting-edge magic guide in the scientific research field of the association headquarters has been updated to the fifteenth generation xv model. This was a record 26 years ago. How far has it progressed now? In any case, the update of the magic guide
The iteration speed is always faster than the so-called potions and seemingly rigorous magic, so it is also better able to adapt to the rhythm of this world than them.
Associations are always ahead of the times, and this is inseparable from the contributions of the Council of Philosophers, the Supreme Council and the great leaders. I hope that one day, I can get my own philosopher code, enter the council, and let my power contribute to the world.
Used in the new era...Wade Locke thought of his future due to the quarrels among his companions, and his thoughts were a little far away.
A thick, ink-like shadow suddenly passed through the corner of his vision, instantly pulling him back from his thoughts. He subconsciously looked up and saw a large, twisted dark cloud falling slowly, like a heavy, dark lead mass.
It is about to touch the tallest building. Further away, the clouds are rolling, and red lightning flashes in the depths of the whirlpool. The world is plunged into darkness, and nothing can be seen clearly.
His vagina shrank instantly, and he instinctively realized that something was not right.
This is absolutely not natural weather.
"Captain!"
Agil's panicked voice woke him up and attracted the attention of the other two companions. This young man from Milhail, the "City of Indus" in the Republic of White City, who always maintained an optimistic attitude and cheerful smile, his face turned pale at this moment.
But he was as pale as paint. He was holding a small magical instrument similar to a dial - a magic concentration detection device in his hand. Wade noticed that his hand was shaking, accompanied by the rapid movement of the pointer on the dial and the instantaneous increase in the value.
"Based on the current position, the concentration of magic power within the observable range in the northwest direction is constantly rising... The current rising rate is 1202 o's, 1455 o's, 1789 o's per second... It is still rising, and it is about to break through.
Captain Threshold! Now...now, the magic concentration within the abnormal area has exceeded 10w o's!"
He turned his head in disbelief, fixed his gaze on Wade Locke, who had an ugly face, and swallowed hard: "This concentration of magic power has... basically satisfied the need to imagine the coming of the gods."
"This is impossible!" The person who retorted was not Wade, but Michelle, who had long black hair and was tall and thin. He was staring at the value displayed on the magic concentration detection device with a gloomy expression:
"Even if the concentration of magic power reaches the required level, without sufficient spiritual gathering, the ritual of praying to the gods cannot be completed - in the entire city of Nimschel, only the Lubeon Museum meets the requirements, and Professor David has not shown any abnormal behavior so far!
”
"If I remember correctly," Sally added, "the northwest suburb of Nimschel should be where the famous Yongxia Palace is located?"
Agil did not answer the doubts of the two companions, but looked at Wade with a pale face, waiting for his order. The captain was silent for half a second and immediately made a decision: "Michelle, you go in with me to arrest Hansen...
David; Agil, you stay here, continue to observe the abnormal state of magic concentration, and prepare to activate the emergency communication device; Sally, find a place with a better view, and use the line-of-sight auxiliary plug-in to observe the movement of Yongxia Palace.
”
The order was given, no one raised any objections, and they immediately split up. Wade and Michelle climbed the long steps of Mount Secher at extremely fast speeds and rushed towards the Lubeon Museum. There were many tourists nearby, and most of them were unusually attracted to them.
The celestial phenomenon attracted attention, and there were a lot of discussions and worries about the coming snowstorm. No one noticed the two hurried figures.
They walked through the main entrance of the museum and entered the hall. They ignored the noisy people and looked around. They soon found Professor David who was chatting enthusiastically with the Grand Duke of Rogburg and his wife. They immediately separated and separated from the two.
The direction was to outflank him. Because he was too anxious, he bumped into nearby tourists and had no time to apologize.
Unexpectedly, Professor David had extremely keen intuition, and he spotted the two just as they were approaching. He glanced this way, and then without hesitation left the astonished Archduke and his wife of Roggeburg behind.
, turned around and pushed away the nearby tourists and ran away, completely lacking the grace and temperament that a professor should have.
"Want to escape?"
Wade Locke stopped and pulled out the bright silver magic revolver from the holster on his belt. Ignoring the panicked shouts of the people around him, he calmly aimed at Professor David's back and steadily pulled the trigger. A complex and detailed circular magic guide array emerges at the muzzle, which mainly serves to eliminate interference, stabilize ballistics and increase projectile speed. The magic guide circuit highly contracts and explodes the magic power in the core metal, forming a powerful penetrating weapon.
The magic bullet with transparent effect, accompanied by a very slight wind whistling sound that is inaudible to human ears, burst out of the barrel, passed through the magic guide array, and flashed continuously in the void, finding the only one among all the chaotic and noisy crowds.
A road shot past, drew a straight trajectory, and finally penetrated Professor David's chest accurately.
There was a muffled sound, but no blood spattered. Professor David's back swayed feebly a few times, and seemed about to fall to the ground. At this time, Michelle, who had gone around from the side, had already caught up, and to save trouble, he directly
He climbed over a glass display cabinet, jumped up, and just jumped on Professor David. He stretched out his hand to strangle him by the neck, pushed him to the ground, and said in a cold tone: "You are under arrest, Hansen...
Mr. David..."
Before he finished speaking, something unexpected happened: Professor David, who was pushed to the ground by him, let out a scream that seemed unwilling and shrill. His whole body and the clothes on his body shriveled up quickly, as if he had lost all his strength.
All the fillings left behind were only a thin human skin mask with a small bullet hole penetrated on the surface.
Michelle's face suddenly became very ugly, and Wade Locke, who was following closely, also instantly understood the truth of the matter and subconsciously clenched his fists.
"It's a sealed object." Michelle almost squeezed out these words from between her teeth: "We were fooled, Captain!"
He clenched the human skin in his hands bitterly, and the thin weight seemed to mock their carelessness and arrogance.
Wade Locke had no time to be angry, nor did he have time to pay attention to the frightened visitors in the museum who were running away in all directions - including the distinguished Grand Duke and his wife. He turned around and said in a firm tone: "About the whereabouts of Hanson David
, and we’ll track it down later.”
"It's time to go, Michelle."
More important and difficult challenges are yet to come.