This blue sword, which was almost taller than Muria's body at this time, was inserted on the metal platform. The moment Muria grasped the handle, the lines engraved on this magical weapon bloomed.
There was a dazzling light, and then, this magical machine began to tremble.
Ruoyouruowu's roar came from this divine machine, and the violent consciousness rushed toward his mind along Muria's palm. Once Muria did not block this violent consciousness, he would be killed by the divine machine.
Devoured and reduced to a miserable monster.
However, this kind of thing is impossible to happen. The violent consciousness that wants to devour Muria is permeated in the divine machine. Compared to Muria's will, it is like a basin of water poured on the dam.
, meaningless.
The consciousness derived from the divine machine collapsed the moment it came into contact with Muria's will. Muria didn't even make any extra moves. He allowed the divine machine to amuse itself. All he did was
Hold the magic machine and pull it up.
Then everything became quiet, the divine machine no longer trembled, and the light on it gradually dimmed. The entire venue was silent, and the top brass of the base who were observing Muria were stunned.
"Am I now in control of the divine machine?" Muria grabbed the divine machine that seemed larger than his body with one hand, then raised his head and asked toward the observation window above.
"Is this a magical control device?" In the observation room, an officer who was already in a messy state turned to look at a researcher wearing a white robe next to him.
"Probably, that's right." The middle-aged man with a slightly older face scratched the top of his head with thinning hair. There was also an expression of uncertainty on his face, because the situation in front of him was also beyond his understanding.
"Are you sure there is nothing wrong with this divine machine and it is not a defective product?" The expression on the face of the officer who came to observe was still very subtle. He had never seen anyone control the divine machine so easily.
More than once, he has seen the process of qualified people controlling the divine machine. Some of them cried bitterly, some roared in pain, and some even screamed in despair after being swallowed by the divine machine.
But it has never been so relaxed as before. It was as relaxed as playing, as if his hand was not a magical machine that could kill wild beasts, but an ordinary piece of metal.
"I can't be sure about this. I need to check it." The researcher who just came here to observe and record the data on a routine basis heard this officer's question and instinctively wanted to blame him. How could the magic machine they built have quality problems, but
The situation just now forced him to change his words.
"When you delivered the divine machine, didn't you inspect it?"
"Of course it has been inspected. We can guarantee that every magical machine handed over to you is qualified."
When it came to his own professional field, the researcher immediately straightened his back and answered with a sonorous voice.
"If that's the case, why does this happen?" The officer responsible for observing and reporting pointed to Muria who was still waiting for an answer below, and then asked.
"Why do you always think that the problem is with the divine machine, rather than the qualified person himself?" the researcher asked with a frown.
"Fenrir, what's wrong with him?" The officer who came to observe was also in trouble. He estimated that the reason why this time was different from what he had seen before was because of this qualified person.
"But compared with other qualified candidates, he is no different. After he entered the base, he did not perform particularly outstandingly. He is just an ordinary qualified candidate."
The officer frowned and pulled up all the relevant information about Muria from the data terminal in front of him. He didn't find anything special. The only thing that stood out was that this qualified person loved reading and had good fighting talent.
But among the group of qualified people in the base, these are nothing at all, and can even be said to be very mediocre. There is no way to explain the current situation.
"Where is the person? Why don't you answer me?" In the field below, Muria, who had not waited for an answer for a long time, was a little impatient. Although time was meaningless to him, it was not wasted like this.
"Fenrir, the process you used to control the divine machine just now is different from any of our previous qualified candidates, so we will conduct a practical test on you next."
"Practical test?" Muria, who was standing on the metal platform, waved the magic machine that had become extremely honest and no different from ordinary weapons, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"OK."
Muria was not dissatisfied with actual combat tests, he also wanted to see the performance of the divine machine.
He probably already understands the general situation of this small world. This is a very ordinary small world, and because its level is too low, there is no extraordinary power system.
And it is precisely because of this that when the relatives of the evil god began to appear in this world, they spread rapidly and unstoppably, destroying the civilization that was born in this small world.
But the evil god erodes the world, and the world also erodes the evil god in the opposite direction. Every world has the ability to assimilate foreign objects, and the result of this small world's reverse erosion of the evil god is the divine machine.
The Divine Machine is a special biological weapon created by combining the power of the Evil God's followers and the wisdom of civilization. This is the result of the world's resistance to the Evil God.
Mulia would not comment on the results of the small world's resistance to the evil god, but he wanted to meet the one or more humans who designed the divine machine and ask them what they thought and how crazy they were to design such a machine.
thing.
Muria understood the essence of the divine machine the moment she held it in her hands. The appearance of this weapon looked like it was made of metal, but its core was the activated flesh and blood of the evil god's followers.
Therefore, the divine machine has its own will, and the remaining human forces in the world are to find qualified people, suppress the consciousness of the divine machine and then control it, and then resist the erosion of the evil god's followers.
Using the power of the evil god to resist the erosion of the evil god's followers is what the remaining humans in this small world do. This is undoubtedly very ridiculous in Muria's view.
Because this kind of resistance is meaningless, the road ahead is dark without any light. They are like pulling out an insignificant burr on the evil god's body, and then intend to resist this void disaster like the evil god.
If there are no accidents, the destruction of this small world is destined. When the evil god comes, it will be the prologue to the end, and human resistance will become a laughing stock.
With the vision of Muria's epic, he could foresee that the future development of this world would come to an end without his intervention. But now that he is here, everything is different.
"Fenir, we will throw a spiny wolf at you as your opponent. Please concentrate and use all your strength to kill it in the shortest time."
A slightly dry male voice sounded in the training ground, and then the sound of mechanical operation sounded again. The metal platform on which Muria stood began to slowly sink, flush with the surrounding ground.
On the wall in front of him, several gaps appeared, and then the frame of a gate was outlined. Then two thick metals separated to both sides, revealing a corridor.
In this dark corridor, a low roar sounded, and then Muria watched a wolf-shaped monster covered with spiny chitin carapace slowly walk out, its eyes exuding scarlet light, and its smelly saliva
It dripped from the gaps between its jagged teeth.
"Fenrir, don't be afraid. Now you are a divine machine, and you have the power to kill wild beasts."
As if worried that Muria would be frightened in the first battle, the voice just sounded again, but it was to comfort and encourage Muria.
Zheng~
Muria ignored the sound coming from the observation room at all. He held the divine machine in his hand, mobilized the power contained in it, and then waved it. A nearly three-meter-long light blue sword light flew out and passed through the
The body of the spiny wolf leaping from the ground.
The sword light penetrated from the center of the Cithorn Wolf's head without any hindrance, then flew out along the spine, split it in two, and then penetrated into the steel wall behind it, leaving a deep sword mark.
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"Rubbish!"
Muria, who instantly killed the desolate beast with a sword, spat out two words, which caused waves of echoes to be clearly heard in the test field where the needle could already be heard.
This desolate beast, which was selected by the base to test its combat prowess, is now a piece of trash because it is not a dependent of the evil god. Even the newly promoted evil god will not have a dependent with such strength.
Because it is too weak, even the weakest of the Evil God's Familiars have gold-level strength, and have strong vitality to match. This thing in front of you can only be regarded as a dependent of the Evil God's Familia, and it is an eyesore even if it is used as cannon fodder for the Evil God.
However, Muria's fair evaluation of this wild beast seemed to the base officers and researchers in the observation room to be a sign of his arrogance.
"Is this what you call ordinary?" the researcher asked as he glanced at the equally astonished officer next to him.
"It's quite satisfactory, not outstanding." The officer suppressed the strange expression on his face and replied, and then gave his evaluation.
"What are you pretending to me? I have personally seen qualified people control the divine machine no less than ten times, and I have also seen the same number of combat power tests."
The researcher gently shook his long hair, with a look of disdain on his face, and pointed at Muria who was starting to fiddle with the magic machine below, "But I have never seen anyone like him."
"Okay, I admit that he is indeed a bit special, so I suggest that we continue to test his combat power."
"Ask Fenrir himself for his opinion. He is already a qualified divine machine user."
When he heard the base asking him if he would continue to conduct combat power tests, Muria did not hesitate and agreed directly. He would also study the divine machine more and see how to replace the core of the divine machine.