Popular science physics, teach a magic god?

After cutting and removing the vines entangled in the passage and soaked in chaos magic with magic precision, the two of them really found the way to the captain's cabin.

But in the last part of the journey, Sanders was a bit unflattering.

"boom!"

Accurate electromagnetic guns blasted through the heavy, somewhat rotten deck. Suddenly, a large section of the deck collapsed and fell in front of the two of them at a 45-degree tilt.

Fortunately, Towns opened the wind shield to block the sand and dust, but Sanders was choked.

"Cough cough cough!"

Finding Sanders staring at him speechlessly, Downs sternly dismissed the blame: "Master said, "There is no way in the world, but there is a way when people think about where they want to go."

When Sanders heard this, he felt emotional and confirmed again that the two masters and disciples indeed had a violent heart hidden in their chests.

(Master: I’m not! I didn’t! Don’t lie! That’s not what I said at all.)

Walking up confidently, they were not disappointed.

I saw treasure and a captain.

Being able to survive from ancient times to the present is not a normal thing.

His lower body was pinned tightly to a thick mast inserted into the captain's cabin, while his upper body looked like a big octopus, whether it was his arms like octopus tentacles or the fact that he was supposed to be full of beard and now had a full beard. It's the chin of a small tentacle. Anyway, except that he is wearing a tattered captain's uniform, there is nothing human about his body.

"Stop! Mortals! This is not where you should come! I am Captain Gordon, and I and my treasure are protected by the supreme devil lord Baisnon! If you dare to get involved, my lord will definitely deal with you and you Your descendants will launch endless revenge! Even if you can withstand it, your descendants will definitely make men slaves and women prostitutes!"

For a moment, Sanders was startled.

The hatred of a lord-level devil is no joke.

No matter how long the life of an ordinary human being is, it can only last a hundred years. Even if it can maintain a certain level of strength, how long can it be maintained? Not to mention sheltering children and grandchildren.

Those vicious and vicious devils may plan a grand conspiracy that lasts for a century in order to subvert a country.

This is really impossible to prevent.

Sanders instinctively wanted to persuade Towns to give up, but when he turned his head, he was shocked to find a smile on Towns' lips.

"Hey, dear Mr. Captain, who do you think your master is?"

"Bisnunt! The extremely powerful demon lord Baisnunt who dominates one-third of the fourth level of Baator Hell!" The monster captain said with great pride in human common language.

"Huhu! Haha! Haha! Hahahahahaha!" Downs is a professional. He usually doesn't laugh unless he can't help it.

He smiled so wildly that Sanders next to him also came back to his senses: "Ah! Could it be that his master is that..."

"Your master, Baisnonte, was killed by my master not long ago! Hahaha!" When Downs described Baisnonte's devil's crown with great certainty, no matter how confident the captain was in his master, he still couldn't It started to fall apart.

"No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" That's what he said, but it can be easily judged from his increasingly smaller voice and wandering eyes that his will to resist is rapidly fading: "No wonder I can't sense my Lord recently. The power, this, could it be, no, not..."

"Huh? Then you call him to curse me!" Two frightening lights of lightning appeared on Downs' hands, and he approached the captain step by step.

Something unexpected happened.

I thought this captain was crucified here, but who would have thought that it suddenly gave up its lower body at the last moment, and then its upper body turned into a ball of octopus, got out of a small hole as thick as three fingers, and fell into Are you caught in the whirlpool of chaotic magic?

So much so that Downs' lightning strike was half a beat too slow, hitting the pile of debris next to the captain.

The other party ran away, but Downs was not annoyed. He shrugged and walked over to monitor his trophies.

Only Sanders next to him was a little distracted.

The shadowdancer suddenly recalled the legendary fire bat that flew away without looking back before entering the ruins.

Suddenly, he ‘understood’ everything.

"I understand……"

No wonder the master didn't even look at the eldest disciple, and just turned around and left. It turns out that Mr. Tesla already knew that the man behind this place was just a subordinate of the big devil who was killed by him. He was sure that Downs' experience would only lead to near misses?

No!

etc!

Open the pattern.

Are there billions of possibilities...

For the purpose of Downs' trial, Master Tesla casually went to hell and killed the great devil lord, and then induced his disciples to come here for the trial! ?

Whether it's verbal inducement or a variant application of prophecy magic, a legendary archmage has many such methods.

Recalling his experience with Mr. Tesla, sweat dripped from Sanders's forehead.

The more he thought about it, the closer he felt to the truth.

Oh my gosh!

This is too scary! Is this calculation too accurate?

His master said that the legendary archmages from a hundred years ago were more evil than the others. They had done everything to kill gods and demons, and there was nothing that this group of arcane madmen didn't dare to do.

He didn't believe it at the time.

Now it seems that people are more irritating than others.

Sanders felt that his master's love for him was physical pain.

Do you look at others?

This is simply a mountain of fatherly love.

right! Like a mountain, crush the most powerful enemy hidden behind the scenes into powder in advance, and then leave some scraps for the apprentice to practice, and even calculate the right amount of pressure. Obviously, as the gentleman wished, Downs stimulated his potential in the 'desperate situation' and successfully achieved promotion and breakthrough.

This plan... is so terrifying!

While Sanders was brainstorming here, Downs noticed something was wrong with his friend: "What are you doing here? There are so many things here that I can't use!"

"Oh! I'll come right away." Sanders made up his mind to hug Towns's growing little leg.

Due to being immersed in the magic power of Chaos for a long time, many things were corroded and turned into scrap metal and debris. But a strange-shaped staff immediately attracted Tangs' attention with its strong white aura.

This slender staff, 1.2 meters long, is made of white wood and decorated with three silver hoops. The relief on the top is a folded book.

Seeing this look, Towns' first reaction was the regret he felt when he led the team to break into the Madeira Mage Tower.

[Between two points, folding is the shortest! 】

Downs estimated that he would remember these words from Master Renn for the rest of his life.

Without his master, he would probably have been reduced to a pulp just like the seniors who explored the mage tower.

Seeing that Downs was staring at the staff, Sanders thoughtfully stepped forward and inspected it carefully: "It should be fine. If there are master-level magic traps, then it's not my specialty."

"Yes." Tangs slowly stretched out his right hand, and an invisible wind spurted out from his cuff, turning into a big hand, gently lifting the staff out of the waste and giving it to his hand.

The moment he touched the white wooden staff, Downs immediately confirmed the name of the staff through perception [Rune Staff of Spirit World Action]!