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:

bragging, Farrel Scott. Control your little guy to scout the way for us and show us what it

practicing a long time to showcase this cutting-edge technology for you guys… Help me open the

Scott waved his

the

closed his eyes, his eyeballs rolling under

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

Kent reminded him:

of alchemical constructs is limited. Don’t let it go too

don’t worry, Kent. I 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 hallway floor

expression changed, and he

the hole? Give me a rough

maintained

arm, pointing through the Underground Layer 2 floor to the corridor of

hole more than two meters in diameter, cutting

walk on the wall to get around this

breaths, and looked in the direction Farrel

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

careful not to let my little spider fall into the

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

clutched his head, clamped down on his hair, squatted on the

Kent asked in

little spider! It was shattered in an