Chapter 849: Working at the Savior

"Boss, the transmitter has aimed at the approximate range. Next, which coordinate should we choose?"

The pipeline is connected under the dark and tilted iron tower. Mr. Electromagnetic and Mr. Laser are adjusting the launch terminal. The energy generated by annihilation is charging the transmitter. Advanced Magic Research Society, both professors and apprentices, are gathered here.

Apocalypse looked at the launcher, and the huge device that penetrated straight into the sky condensed power like him.

"The magic of the tracking mirror locks the coordinates that he finally disappeared."

"Lock in friendly forces?"

"There will not be friendly troops around him."

After hearing Anime's reply, he thought for a few seconds. His mind jumped to the scene he had seen at the Advanced Magic Research Society before, and his head suddenly turned to President Anime.

"Mirror is using us."

The unchanging changes of Apocalypse made Electromagnetic understand that there was a strange tacit understanding between the two presidents.

"No one can induce the words and deeds of the higher magic research club. It's just that he played a clown and played an extra drama."

"Yeah, it's very beautiful."

The swarm rushed up, moved the joints, and transmitted the body fluids to drive the power to the hand blade the next second, and it ended.

The ground of the launch platform sank suddenly. With a loud bang, everything inside the rail gun was cleared, the pipeline broke, and the overflowing current attacked everyone on the scene without any difference.

The static force field is unfolding normally.

"The research activity of the Advanced Magic Research Society has begun."

Mr. Gravity, standing in the corner, smiled and proudly took out the hundred dice in his hand for his friends to appreciate.

Mr. Daring, who quickly moved away from the launch pad, came over and slapped Mr. Wu high and celebrated. The latter replied lightly: "Then congratulations to us on advancing to becoming a new professor of various schools of the Advanced Magic Research Society. I think it is quite possible."

"Gratio, what is this in your hand?"

Wuming stood there, calmly facing the surging current, and his confidence led the Death Star VI around him.

"How long will it take for others?"

"I will die!!! I will die!!! Bold!!! Save me!!!"

Apprentices generally have full confidence in their mentors, but the heart-wrenching screams of Mr. Thriller still make some students feel sad.

"Don't be afraid, teacher, President Apocalypse's plan is not difficult. It is to use a magnetic track launcher to quickly project the professor of the Advanced Magic Research Society to the battlefield. The aftermath of your landing can also be used as a destructive weapon to attack the enemy. After that, you will be on the scene.

Just perform. Professor Jingshi will arrange static force barriers on site. In theory, you can release your strength as much as possible without causing destructive effects on the external environment."

"It's so scary." Mr. Daring appeared beside Mr. Wuming with a smile. A few plasma balls with electric sparks could be heard vaguely.

A pipe in front of him suddenly broke and the hedging current changed direction, destroying the Death Star VI beside Wuming.

The image of the hunched and wretched lich appeared in the mantid's insect network.

The mantid in another barrier had completed the encirclement. They were unscathed during the bombing, and looked at the figure curling in the center of the barrier, and the mantid and his companions were confused in the communication of pheromones.

"My stupid apprentice exiled himself beyond time, and maybe I will use your bodies to find a way to bring him back."

Professors from the Advanced Magic Research Society bombed the battlefield of the insect swarm.

"I can't escape, they saw me..."

The space inside the magnetic rail transmitter is spacious enough. The professors looked at the spherical energy accumulated at the end through the static force field, and were talking and laughing. Death Star II found a reason to give an electromagnetic kick, and the electromagnetic collision was

I just said sorry when I came to another professor.

Let's not talk about the busy apprenticeship for the time being, the professors have already started their own journey, cutting the air, flying quickly in independent magic groups, and completing the flight of shells. Whether they cheer or scream, are they mostly advanced magic research professors or

Stay silent, the current state is still in the plan, and the calculation results of hundreds of times are nothing new. After breaking through the clouds, the acceleration and burning air make the surrounding horizon begin to blur, and it is time to prepare for landing and shrink the force

It will not affect the surrounding magic balls.

"It's so miserable. This experiment unexpectedly caused me to lose a few 'friends'."

Mr. Thriller, a professor of memeology at the Advanced Magic Research Society, is boldly conveying plans to his teacher. Mr. Thriller is still huddling in his iron suitcase, his skull surrounded by twisted joints, and his two trembling hands gently pressed against him.

The fingertips of the apprentice.

The laser is adjusting the last parameter and entering the launch countdown.

"Wow! Gong..."

"1! Launch!!!"

A sound came from the swarm network.

Mr. Thriller's body was still shaking, and his hand stretched out the iron box and quickly shrank back.

"Hello, Andre's enemy."

"The boss of Apocalypse should mean..."

Mr. Wuming looked at the ashes beside him and said, "So too."

"Annihilation!!!"

Mr. Daring straightened his hat and smiled.

"Just launch and landing rely on your ability."

The mantid enters the field of view.

“Up to eternity.”

"It's a long wait."

On the other side.

"They saw me..."

"This is a gift from my apprentice Wuming. He said that his metaphysical research has been completed, and this is the embodiment of luck peeling off from a son of destiny. It can bless our research work smoothly."

The apprentices of the Advanced Magic Research Society respectfully watched the professors drill into the launcher pipeline, one after another. Except for the thriller, who was stuffed into his apprentice in a wail.

Mr. Wuming said calmly: "It seems that I am dead."

Standing quietly in the middle of the barrier, watching the mantis solidified in the air, maintaining a running posture, leaning forward, and exploring his arm blade, he was stunned for a long time.

"My student, I know the destructive power of the rail gun, but why should I fire the professor? Is it not possible to normal shells? What should I do if I land? Will stagnation impose protective measures on us?"

The weird lich made the mantid feel fear inside, and the queen's thrilling voice was twisted with despair.

The mantids breathed a sigh of relief and looked at each other and discussed how to break the barriers around them.

...

"The launcher is gone! Everyone run away!!!"

"They noticed me..."

Maintaining the static force field, Mr. Jingzhi could feel the violent vibration on the other side, sighed, raised his toes and gently tapped the ground, Jingzhi greeted the mantid.

The fragments of the iron box had melted, and the thriller lay on the ground, his body was slid into a ball in a mess, and he still sobbed.

"Yes, yes." Mr. Dabing smiled and pushed hard inside, "Teacher Thriller wants to go to the battlefield to have fun."

No longer entangled with Mr. Thriller's crazy words, the mantis cut the Thriller knife into pieces and completely crushed the skull into powder.

The new Death Star VI asked worriedly: "What if the professors all died during the launch process? They were ignited by the heat rubbed by high-speed airflow and burned to ashes..."

The laser immediately turned into electric light and ran away after sprinting to a hundred meters.

"Don't worry, although I come from a violent society, I... have been maintaining my true heart. I am unfaithful and calm in studying academic research. Well, I prefer to use some gentle means to avoid casualties. If you can cooperate, it is a bit difficult.

If I do, I will stop your time until the most comfortable and natural moment of your body."

"What did you bring back!!! Can't delete it!"

Mr. Thriller cried even louder in the swarm network.

"It's over...it's over..."

"They are here..."
Chapter completed!