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:

Control your little guy to scout the way for us and show us what it can do. I’m curious to

for

Scott waved his

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

Scott stood in place, closed his eyes,

Underground Level. It’s all messed up, and there are dried bloodstains and sewage on the floor and the wall. We’re lucky there are no fresh muddy footprints near the stairway entrance. It

Kent reminded him:

constructs is limited. Don’t let

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 have

we have a hole in the ground last time we were here? A part of the hallway floor on the lower level seems to have collapsed, and

changed, and he quickly

Give me

Scott maintained his closed-eyed

the Underground Layer 2 floor to the

two meters in diameter,

walk on the wall to get around this

in the direction Farrel Scott pointed,

couldn’t hear a thing, let alone the sound of

careful not to let my little spider fall

out in pain, blood pouring from his nose, and his eyes shot wide open, filled with bloodshot veins, his

his head, clamped down on his hair, squatted on the ground, and began

Kent asked in a deep

my little spider! It was shattered