Magus Tech Chapter 1275: The anger of the executives

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Beyond the main continent, in the depths of the boundless ocean.

The sky was dark and the sun was covered with clouds, the sea was roiling with huge waves, and amidst the storm, a man in a red robe appeared.

He is the color ring manager of the Truth Church - Foehn.

At this time, he was fighting, and the object he was fighting with was a giant with a full height of 100 meters.

The giant has blue-black stone skin, moves slowly, like a living stone statue, but is extremely powerful, every blow can make the surrounding air tremble and the sea surface explode.

Relying on its speed advantage, Foehn kept going around behind the giant to attack, provoking the giant's fury.

At the moment when the giant was furious to the extreme, Foehn seized an opportunity, and his whole body turned into a ball of flames that roared into the giant's open mouth and passed out from the back of the head.

"Hoo!"

Fire spewed from the giant's eyes, nostrils, and ears, and he scratched his face with his hands. After struggling for a moment, his body became rigid, and he lost all life force and the ability to float on the surface of the sea.

The sea water could not support the huge body of the giant, and with a "crash", the surface of the sea broke, and the giant sank quickly, all the way to the bottom of the sea.

A vortex appeared on the surface of the water, and it returned to calm after a while.

"Phew—it's solved——" Foehn took a look and muttered, "Finally, the object that failed to be contained has been solved. I hope this is the last one, um, I hope..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly turned his head towards the direction of the mainland, his face changed suddenly, and he said in disbelief: "This is..."

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Somewhere on the main continent, there is a palace in a huge underground building.

The palace is more than 50 meters in diameter and is extremely spacious. There are dozens of lampposts burning flames standing inside for lighting. In the middle of the palace, there is a gray-white bone table more than three meters long, and behind the bone table is a bone chair made of the same material.

A man in a black robe, sitting on a bone chair, is reviewing documents.

He is the master of the ring of the chromatic aura of truth - gray mist.

Across the bone table, in front of the gray mist, Golov, a member of the Truth Society who was as fat as a pumpkin, was standing respectfully, quickly reporting some situations in the organization.

"Shushasha..."

"Three days ago, the organization found a new strange species, the location is..."

One review, one report, independent of each other.

But suddenly, Hei Mist seemed to have heard some unhappy news, and suddenly stopped the review, raised his head and stared at Golov.

Golof was stunned, and tentatively said with some doubts: "My lord, you..."

Grey Mist did not speak, but continued to stare at Golov, narrowing his eyes a little bit, with extremely serious eyes. The invisible pressure spread, and the air pressure of the entire palace seemed to increase several times out of thin air. The burning flame on the top of the lamp post was suppressed a little bit visible to the naked eye, and it was almost extinguished in the end.

The palace is extremely gloomy and the atmosphere is very oppressive. The most obvious feeling of all this is Golov who is watched by the gray fog. Golov felt like a mountain was pressing on his body, and he could hardly breathe. His sweat seeped out and soaked his clothes, and he felt that he would collapse to the ground at any time.

At this moment, his heart was trembling constantly, and he didn't understand what had angered the manager, Gray Fog: The report was obviously the same as usual, and there was no problem.

Could it be that he did some unclean things and was noticed by the manager, Gray Mist?

Golov's thoughts raced, thinking about what things might be exposed.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Being watched by the gray mist for a full half a minute, Golov's psychological pressure was unbearable, and he couldn't help but confess everything and ask for leniency. The tone said: "The Dead Sea is dead."

"Huh?" Golov looked up, dazed.

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Within a city.

In the study room of a noble mansion, a wrinkled old man is reading a book by the light.

He was wearing a light gray robe, his beard and hair were all white, and he carried a somewhat detached aura.

He is the master of the ring of truth and color—Red Moon.

He read very slowly and carefully, moving his fingers slowly on the page, and whispered the words on it.

When he was halfway through the reading, he stopped his fingers, raised his head and said in surprise, "Dead Sea... is dead?"

"Hmm--"

With a "crash", he closed the book and stood up, paced towards the window, frowning: "The other party has already reached this point? The Dead Sea is not spared? It seems that we must pay attention to the other party, this matter Things can't be settled so easily."

As he spoke, the old man went to the window, opened it, and looked at the night sky.

The moon hangs high in the night sky like a silver hook.

The old man stared at the moon for a long time, and saw that the surface of the moon suddenly became more bloody.

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Two days later, night.

On the deserted wasteland, a group of buildings stands abruptly.

Outside the building complex, there are three complete walls. Inside and outside the walls, there are many soldiers patrolling, and wizards patrol the night sky from time to time. People are strictly checked when entering and leaving. It can be said that the security is extremely high.

At this time, in an unremarkable small room in the building complex, a square-faced man is sitting on a wooden chair ~IndoMTL.com~ staring at the lit candles on the table in front of him, his eyes are a little dazed, he doesn't know what he is thinking something.

I don't know how long it took before the door of the room was opened with a "squeak", and a soldier walked in and said respectfully: "My lord, it's all right, the craftsmen are all ready, just waiting for you .”

"Well, I see." The square-faced man returned to his senses, nodded and said, took a deep breath, walked out of the room without any fuss, and walked forward with the soldiers along the extremely complicated labyrinth corridor.

The square-faced man walked into a huge room, which was as wide as a warehouse.

There are already many people waiting in the room, the leader is a white-haired old man wearing a monocle, with a serious expression and bright eyes.

The square-faced man looked at each other and asked with some respect: "Master Amon, how is the situation?"

"It's all ready, everything is normal, and it can start at any time." The old man called Amon responded.

"Okay, let's get started."

"Yes." Amon nodded, and while instructing the rest of the craftsmen next to him to work, he signaled the square-faced man to walk towards a position in the corner.

The square-faced man walked over cooperatively, and saw that the ground and surrounding walls here have been specially strengthened, obviously to prevent accidents in the test later.

The square-faced man stood firm and took the initiative to take off his clothes. After a while, Amon came with a group of craftsmen. They all carried a box in their hands. An item made of crystal.

Crystal objects, some are conical, some are spherical, and some are cylindrical. The only thing in common is that these items are all carved with cumbersome magic patterns on the surface, obviously they are extremely precious spell props.

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