Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 231: 111. Cutting-edge Era_5

Noland Lee narrowed his eyes at Farrel Scott’s glove and cast the Deconstruction technique, his mouth twitching slightly.

It takes 150,000 Energy Points to deconstruct this glove?

Hiss.

Maybe I should pull out my revolver now and give the glove a few shots. Even if I can’t understand the panel information, it would be nice to get those 150,000 Energy Points.

Resisting the temptation of this “huge amount of money”, Noland Lee forcefully suppressed his inner impulse.

A worried team member said:

“If this alchemical construct becomes popular, will we security personnel lose our jobs?”

Farrel Scott laughed enigmatically, clearly thinking that the replacement of human security by alchemical constructs was only a matter of time:

“Well, you have a point. But there are still many difficulties to overcome before alchemical constructs can truly replace security personnel. Don’t be fooled by how nimble this little thing is; that’s just due to my skillful control. When the day comes that alchemical constructs can operate autonomously without the control of alchemists, then you guys should worry about your employment. For now, it’s too early.”

Don’t you alchemists fear an Al crisis?

Watching Farrel Scott’s arrogant display, Noland Lee’s mouth twitched slightly.

Kent coughed lightly and spoke up:

guy to scout the way for us and show us what it can do. I’m curious to see if it’s

time to showcase this cutting-edge technology for

waved his right

wall, crawled into the crack of the door Kent opened, and vanished into

his eyes, his eyeballs rolling under

the Third Underground Level. It’s all messed up, and there are dried bloodstains and sewage on the floor and the

Kent reminded him:

heard that the control range of alchemical constructs is limited. Don’t let it go

know what I’m doing. I have a control range of about a hundred meters or so. If the ‘Perceptual Link’ becomes unstable, I’ll naturally

the ground last time we were here? A part of the hallway floor on the lower level

changed, and he

the hole? Give me a rough

Scott maintained

pointing through the Underground Layer 2 floor to

two meters in diameter, cutting across the

little spider has to walk on the

direction Farrel Scott pointed, carefully listening to

quality, they couldn’t hear a thing, let alone the sound of the little spider

to let my little spider fall into the hole… Alright, it’s passed the hole…

his nose, and his eyes shot wide open, filled with bloodshot veins, his pupils

his head, clamped down on his hair, squatted on the ground, and began to tremble in pain, teeth chattering

wrong, Farrel Scott?” Kent asked in a

little spider! It was