() Transformed into a human, Shan Ye gently touched his palm, and a black crack suddenly appeared on the steel armor of the hard-shell siegeer. After a slight "creeping" sound, the "small cutting technique" ended, revealing the inner world of the steel armor.

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A flash of surprise flashed across Master Shan's face, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he carefully looked inside the steel armor.

Under the ten centimeter-thick steel armor, there are a large number of delicate parts that shine with a magical cold light. These parts are closely integrated with the steel plate, just like a modern integrated circuit, full of science fiction colors.

With his eyebrows slightly furrowed, Shan Ye's face slowly darkened. If the half-demon only specialized in biological research, humans would still have some room for maneuver, but now seeing such a sophisticated magical instrument makes Shan Ye feel depressed.

It's as heavy as a weight.

He caressed it gently with his lowered arms, and touched those cold and shining magic parts with his fingertips. The level of sophistication made even Master Shan, a visitor from Earth, marvel.

If it weren't for the cold magical light shining on it, Mr. Shan even doubted whether he had arrived at a technology exhibition.

The copper curved buckle shining with black cold light passes through the green chain. The small white round protrusions are wrapped around a large number of fine silver gears. Tiny magic lines, like dirt, stick to the steel armor and magic parts.

.Every time the cold light passes through, these small magic lines will flash, and the precision is so exquisite that Mr. Shan is amazed.

With his eyes flashing, Mr. Shan picked up a magic nut, held it up in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. He immediately shook his head in admiration.

A simple magic nut has at least three tiny magic lines engraved on it. They are like three pieces of dirt and can be missed if you don't look carefully. After playing with the magic nut a few times, Mr. Shan looked a little confused: "This is not scientific.

, If this kind of technology existed, half-demon would have ruled the world long ago, so what kind of biotechnology would we be studying?"

Indeed, if you really have this kind of magic technology, you can directly create a large number of powerful magic dolls, and simply rule the world. Why bother?

After pondering for a long time and racking his brains, Shan Ye could not figure out the answer to this strange scene. However, there is one thing that Shan Ye is sure of: "The half-demon is unstoppable."

Thinking that the half-demon had begun to invade the human world, Shan Ye felt an inexplicable sense of urgency.

After inhaling the smell of burnt fat in his mouth, Shan Ye slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and cheered up: "There is strength in numbers. It seems that the days of the lone ranger are coming to an end."

If Mr. Shan wanted to fight against the strength of low-level professionals, he would have no choice but to try his best to defeat them.

The only way out is to integrate all the forces around you and build your own power as soon as possible.

After collecting his thoughts, Shan Ye transformed into a piece of equipment and quickly ran out of the observation tower, wanting to see what happened to the hard-shelled attackers hooked on the city wall.

He walked to the city wall and squeezed through a few low-level drow with pale faces. Master Shan held on to the wall, looked down, and suddenly exclaimed: "Automatic refrigeration?!" His voice was stunned, mixed with a hint of indifference.

Concealed surprise.

The billowing cold mist acted like a barrier, blocking off the raging fire and the hard-shelled attackers. There were even patches of frost condensing on some of the hard-shelled steel armors, which made Mr. Shan secretly speechless.

On one side, cold fog curls up, while on the other side, there are raging thunder and fire, a sky of ice and fire.

Staring at the frost, Master Shan's heart felt chilly. The half-demon was like a ferocious giant, but even now, only the tip of the iceberg was exposed.

Retracting his body, Shan Ye quickly walked towards the command post, wanting to hear what Amiel was thinking at this time.

On the way, the low-level drow were pale, nervous, and morale was very low. The mid-level drow worked hard to maintain everyone's confidence, and the results were remarkable.

As soon as I approached the command post, bursts of almost roaring arguments came from inside: "Why can't you leave? Do you have to have the half-demon kill everyone before you can leave?!!"

In an instant, the entire command post fell silent. The atmosphere was stagnant, causing cold sweat on the faces of the drow standing guard around them, and they were as silent as cicadas.

Master Shan said hello to the guards with a calm expression, bowed his head, and walked into the low command post.

A large amount of information was piled on a small square wooden table. On the wall next to it, a detailed map of the Black Pearl and the surrounding caves was nailed. Several drow chiefs, all dressed in luxurious clothes and with extraordinary bearing, gathered around Emer.

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Everyone's faces seemed to be smeared with pot ash, and their faces were heavy with yin.

When Mr. Shan came in, they didn't even pay attention, but looked at the Lord of Emery with resentment.

In the silence, an elderly male Zhuoer with the gloomiest face paused for a moment with the black ironwood staff in his hand, trying to make his face look less ugly: "Lord Emer, everyone has always supported you.

"No matter what the opening remarks are, I put on a high hat first.

With a gloomy look, he quickly glanced at the crowd. The old drow coughed slightly, and his voice became softer and softer: "But the family is our support after all. If we spend all our combat power on this meaningless...meaningless battle, we will

I can't explain it to my family, I can't tell..." His voice was full of helplessness, mixed with waves of soft rejection.

Emerald's eyes moved, and his gaze gradually focused on the other party's old face: "Do you mean to evacuate the senior soldiers and priests?" After saying this, the topic immediately changed, and his voice became cold: "Or,

Are you ready to give up the Black Pearl?" A cold glint flashed in his eyes, Emel's eyeballs slid, and his sight was like a chisel, ruthlessly scraping through the people in the command post.

Everyone did not dare to look at the powerful Emer, but they all turned their attention to the old drow.

Old Drow's eyes narrowed, and a hint of darkness and resentment flashed through his dim and turbid eyes. As the first family under the city lord, Old Drow has been under pressure, dealing with Aimeier and other families.

Rose, the Spider Queen, is moody. Chaos and betrayal are brought to full play under false justice. As long as they are not caught in person, any ally may stab her in the back. Walking on thin ice, every day is like crossing a single-plank bridge, so that this person who should be enjoying

The old Zhuoer is still fighting on the front line.

Excellent self-control, the gloomy look on old Zhuoer's face disappeared without a trace as he breathed. The hypocritical smile was like a sticker, hanging on the wrinkled old face: "The city lord said it is serious, of course we

You can't ignore Black Pearl's safety and just think about escaping." His calm voice made it impossible for anyone to find anything wrong with him.

Emer's eyes were slightly stern, and he stepped back to sit on the handsome chair. His eyelids were lowered, his body slowly relaxed, and his voice was as cold as if he had been soaked in cold water: "Then what do you mean by removing the senior soldiers and priests?

"There was no emotion or anger in the voice, and it was filled with unabashed indifference.

Old Zhuoer pondered slightly and took a step forward solemnly. Several family elders behind him also took a step closer. Aimeier, who looked indifferent, suddenly had a smile in his eyes: "Are you trying to force the palace?"
Chapter completed!