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Chapter 1061 NO.185: The bell is about to ring
The monster card making machine in the basement of Linton Office is itself a card pool with a high degree of freedom.

As long as the "information" is extracted and compressed by the secret key, it can be reorganized and shaped by the extraction machine and turned into a neat card.

A small card compresses enough power to turn the user into a giant beast.

Although what really determines the direction of that power is actually the composition of its "information", that is, the concentrated ingredients compressed into a small tube by the secret key.

But it is undeniable that the database of the monster card machine itself is also indispensable.

If the monster card is a building and the condensed information is the building materials, then the database of the extraction machine is the design drawing.

What your building will look like, what its internal structure will be, and what occasions it will be suitable for - these are all things that have been decided as early as the design drawings.

The director of the Guiyuan Hall chat room once issued a suggestion to everyone to "use registered monsters" because of the existence information of non-registered monsters, even if you draw them, you may not be able to complete the card creation.

Just like the deteriorated card of the youthful version of the hundred-body monster Beludora that Omo rescued from the fire in the past: its own information has shown obvious changes during the fusion process. This is equivalent to the monster card making machine. pollute.

It is difficult to identify and successfully match the data, and the success rate of extracting the card is also worrying.

This is not entirely arrogant. After all, expanding the card pool will definitely increase the shipment rate, but the shipment itself may not be what you expect.

But even so, it doesn't mean that he will hit every draw.

The collapsing building was coming closer and further away, and the demon in front of her possessed abilities that were puzzling to her. Celia responded to the other party's Colombian aria-like words in silence, wondering what the hell this monster with a Letanian accent was like. What kind of existence it is.

This kind of shape should only exist in illusory imagination, and is the product of actually manifesting a person's spirit when using Source Stone skills - but the other person is obviously not a virtual image, and even has the form of this shape as a person and now. switch.

There is no urgent need for strength, just the desire to open a picture book. I have an equal love for monster cards, so naturally I will not let go of any opportunity to expand the 'preparation machine database'.

Omer doesn't care whether the card pool is crooked or not, after all, he doesn't fight with all his strength.

But the other party did ultimately point to this title in terms of appearance and ability.

"..."

Omer is still on 'Get Some Monsters', and he also has amazing instinctive thinking and logic.

It's just a suggestion. Omo believes that there are not many ordinary people in the chat room, and everyone should have their own solutions.

It was on this basis that when he saw Ifrit, whose fierce appearance was completely in line with the aesthetics, and whose origin could be recognized at a glance... someone's mind suddenly became active.

Although Seria doesn't want to call an individual a "monster" so casually, after all, she is also a scientific researcher. While pursuing rigor, even the exquisite source energy skills are also from her own research institute. successful result.

"Look at that figure." The demon raised his hand and pointed to the distance with his long and narrow fingertips. "The figure crying in fear is none other than Ifrit, and that figure is fighting against her, trying to bring her success. The calm one is also Ifrit.”

"What a perfect stage, what a touching reunion, are you willing to break this perfection?"

Yes, monster.

Just like the central trainers basically have the professional acumen to "see everything and have an idea, which can be used in training".

This is too abnormal, and what is even more abnormal is that the other party has such diverse and unrelated powerful abilities.

It's just that he is more willing to believe that there is a 'gap' in the database of his preparation machine than that he is guilty.

And his own method was to go directly to the Kingdom of Light office and collect information on monsters that he was interested in after screening.

Judging from the richness of the information in the Kingdom of Light office, Omer felt that he was already at the forefront of the netizens of Guiyuan Hall.

She had seen many Sakaz who were scornfully called 'demons'. There were indeed many terrifying-looking races among the Sakaz people, but none of them looked like the demon in front of her.

The study of source energy skills should be a long and difficult process, and if you want to reach the top, you must polish it over time.

But this person in front of me...

That might not be an origin skill... Seeing the small, substantial wind vortex flying in the opponent's hand, Ceria couldn't help but think so.

She has an elf colleague who uses non-Origin Stone skills, and has even met some extraordinary colleagues in the battle against evil spirits. She actually knows very well that there are some beings in this world that are different from most ordinary people, and even directly different from non-human beings.

If it exists like that, no matter how abnormal its appearance and abilities are, it is indeed not surprising.

As for the nonsense the other party said...

"Do you think that girl is not Ifrit at all?"

"..." The thought in her heart was spoken by the other party, and Ceria frowned slightly. The enamel needles that suddenly shot out with white matter condensation were easily blocked by the translucent barrier raised by the other party's raised claws.

It was also at this time that she rushed to the side of the demon, leaning slightly in preparation for the next swift leg sweep. However, this still failed to accomplish anything.

The moment the electric snake jumped, the demon who flashed to her side at a faster speed than she did. When she swept away and turned around, he only stretched out a sharp index finger.

——!
The sudden dizziness set off alarm bells in her heart, but before she realized the reason, she made a decisive decision and jumped back, heading tens of meters behind in mid-air.

She had been unable to make any achievements in the previous duel. She believed that it was difficult to directly attack the 'spell caster', so all she could think of was to immediately distance herself.

But that doesn't make sense.

The area where the air pressure plummeted and the oxygen ion content dropped significantly was by no means a small high platform. Although the former Rainbow Snake God did not regard this as a means of attack, in the hands of Omo - he created an area out of thin air that could cover half of the area. The city-wide low-pressure and hypoxic area is more bizarre than any other ability.

Especially for a warrior/guardian like Ceria who is proficient in magic but puts more emphasis on physical training.

The stronger the body, the more energy and oxygen it needs to consume during activities.

Perhaps there are some beings among them who can preserve some vitality with their unique breathing methods, but this obviously does not include Ceria.

And if this is not included, people with strong physiques may even react more violently to hypoxia than ordinary people.

So she fainted in mid-air.

Even if he finally realized the oxygen problem before losing consciousness, he couldn't deal with it in less than a few seconds.

The thought that flashed through him at the last moment was that he might die in an extremely ridiculous way.

But that's not really the case.

After all, there was one that fell faster. The demon who held her in his arms and made some unloading movements caught her and re-teleported her to the three horse racing girls.

"What did you do? How is she?"

Taiko watched in surprise as he handed Serea to Bourbon and Aizhi.

Compared to her, a newcomer who had just started the competition, the two seniors who were about to restart the competition for the second week were both far better than her in terms of strength. Taking on a 175-year-old woman with a low body fat percentage was a piece of cake.

But to be honest, he only handed it to those two people because they were much more obedient than Tako.

"Hypoxic coma, no need for artificial respiration, just put it aside and you will wake up soon."

"Then should we tie her up and cuff her?" When making this suggestion, Suzi's tone was an understatement.

"No, and it won't work," Omo pointed subtly at the unconscious silver-haired woman, "She can even break free of my wind shackles. It's only a trivial matter for this strength to break the handcuffs."

"So strong?" Suzi touched his chin and looked at the sleeping beauty who still had a resolute expression but a beautiful appearance. "I wonder what will happen if I run?"

"Perhaps it can be similar to what you have in the middle of the second year." Omo said casually, and a light screen appeared in front of him again. He sighed immediately, grabbed the telescope in Tachyon's hand and looked at the red flame.

"It looks like it's coming to an end. There aren't many cameras available."

"Then are you going to hunt for people or what?"

Arisuko, who still didn't know that Omo just wanted data, thought that Mr. Guinea Pig's special concern for young people was showing up, and planned to provide some psychological counseling to others.

But it's not necessary.

No psychological counseling is more convincing than a presentation of your future self.

"No need, just wait here." He said, immediately put down the telescope and looked at the other three people.

"I suggest you stay away from here, find other places of interest, and race against time to spend the moment, or you can log off directly now and go outside to change the audience's perspective."

"Huh? Why?" Suzi suddenly became unhappy after hearing this.

It was rare for her to find such a suitable job simulation. She was about to show off her skills and make crazy progress, but Guinea Pig wanted to brake.

No matter what the other party said, she would not listen - that was what she planned to do, but in the end she heard the other party say regretfully:
"Because this place will soon become the center of this game world and declare the end of the world."

When he said this, he deliberately met the surprised gazes of the three girls and responded with a serious expression.

"So cherish it to some extent, this is the last day of this world."

(End of this chapter)