Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 231 - 231: 111. Cutting-edge Era_5

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:

“Alright, quit bragging, Farrel Scott. Control your little guy to scout the way for us and show us what it can do. I’m curious to see if it’s as useful as you say.”

“Watch and see, Kent. I’ve been practicing a long time to showcase this cutting-edge technology for you guys… Help me open the sluice gate, my little treasure is about to set off.”

Farrel Scott waved his right hand.

The mechanical spider moved from the floor to the wall, crawled into the crack of the door Kent opened, and vanished into the dimly lit staircase.

Farrel Scott stood in place, closed his eyes, his eyeballs rolling under his eyelids, and murmured:

“Oh, it’s so dark in here. Good thing I installed the ‘Night Vision Rune’ on the little spider in advance. Hmm, I can see the condition of the Third 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 means no Aberrations have passed by here recently. ”

Kent reminded him:

“I heard that the control range of alchemical constructs is limited. Don’t let it go too far.”

“Alright, 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 have it return.”

“Huh? That’s strange, Kent. Did 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 I can see the floor of Underground Layer 2.”

Kent’s expression changed, and he quickly asked:

“Where’s the hole? Give me a rough location.”

Farrel Scott maintained his closed-eyed state.

He raised his arm, pointing through the Underground Layer 2 floor to the corridor of the Third Underground Level:

“There, a hole more than two meters in diameter, cutting across the corridor.

My little spider has to walk on the wall to get around this hole.”

Everyone closed their mouths, slowed their breaths, and looked in the direction Farrel Scott pointed, carefully listening to the sounds coming from there.

Due to the excellent build quality, they couldn’t hear a thing, let alone the sound of the little spider moving.

“I’ll have to be careful not to let my little spider fall into the hole… Alright, it’s passed the hole… Ahhh!”

Farrel Scott suddenly cried out in pain, blood pouring from his nose, and his eyes shot wide open, filled with bloodshot veins, his pupils constricted like pinpricks.

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

“What’s wrong, Farrel Scott?” Kent asked in a deep voice.

“Someone attacked my little spider! It was shattered in an instant! The

‘Perceptual Link’ between us was forcibly severed! I suffered a severe backlash… I have to go to the Third Underground Level immediately, retrieve the core components of the spider, or else it’s going to be a big problem!”

Farrel Scott struggled to get up but was unable to move due to the needle-like pain in his head. He could only collapse to the ground, suffering the agony of a forcefully severed Soul Link.

Noland Lee raised his eyebrows, a realization dawning in his heart.

So the ‘Perception Link’ used by alchemists is similar to the ‘Soul Link’ with the Lost Souls I control through Bone Cards.

Noland Lee controlled a Cavern Stalker, dealing Pim a fatal blow, but it quickly died at Murphy’s hands.

The soul-level pain was utterly torturous, and it took Noland quite some time to recover.

Now looking at Farrel Scott’s miserable state, Noland couldn’t help but empathize…

“Kent, please help me find the Alchemical Cube inside the little spider. That’s the core alchemical component.” Farrel Scott pleaded, gripping his hair.

“Alright, I’m on it…”

Kent assigned two team members to protect Farrel Scott, then waved his hand, leading the rest of the team through the metal gate.

Noland Lee followed the group, quietly activating ‘Track the Living’, looking towards where the little spider was attacked.

Things are getting a little tricky.

In the vision of ‘Track the Living’, two vivid red silhouettes of people were lingering beside the hole in the floor of the level below.

They squatted on the ground, feeling around as if searching for something among the scattered parts..