There was no hesitation, no thinking, just obeying my clearest feeling, drawing my sword and slashing.

Puff!

There was no earth-shaking sound, nor any extremely terrifying momentum.

In the void, there was only a sound like a bubble bursting.

It can't be more weak.

However, when he heard this voice, the three masters Renard, Tropp and Mitchelson on the side could not help but change their faces.

The next moment, the light screen with pure white light seemed to have been hit by some major impact, and was covered with dense spider web cracks.

And not only that, the crack is spreading in all directions at an extremely fast speed, endlessly.

Within the light cube, the world beside Alan seemed to be broken and began to become blurred.

Endless fine cracks of void appeared beside Alan, like a messy silk screen, wrapping Alan in it.

The terrifying and violent space turbulence was booming, bursting out, gushing out from the narrow cracks, roaring and doing things freely in the material world.

This level of power can almost destroy all defenses under gold.

Even if it is a silver-level magic tool, it will turn into ashes in just a few breaths.

But at this moment, Allen stood in the storm, standing still, as stable as a mountain, without any impact.

Stand upright and straight as pine.

The indifferent glory flowed around Alan, making Alan's figure more ethereal and agile, as if he could return with the wind at any time.

It’s like Allen and this storm are in two dimensions, not here or in this world.

However, at this time, no one could pay attention to Alan's extraordinary style that was transcendent.

Because Master Mitchelson, who originally acted as a bystander, was busy adding bricks and tiles to the magic circle to prevent the magic circle from being broken.

After all, if it reaches that point, it is not just a matter of Master Mitchelson losing face.

Because Tropp is sure that the other party is not the one who cares about such things.

But if the damage is really caused by the shattering of the magic array, then it will be extremely troublesome whether it is the damage to the equipment or the loss of data.

It is precisely because of these factors that Master Mitchelson is now fully adjusting the operation of the magic array and constantly enhancing the defense of the magic array.

At this time, Renard was also very eye-catching and actively casting spells, covering another defensive magic array outside the light cube.

And Tropp was a little inconspicuous.

Because he is a warrior, his role in this moment is not as good as a spellcaster like Reinard.

Even if the other party is a necromancer specializing in flesh and blood.

So Tropp was mainly trying to help the two of them at this time so that they could focus more on dealing with the troubles in front of them.

Alan, who was in the magic circle, knew that he had made a mistake and looked a little nervous.

But he had no choice but to do anything at this time.

Although, he preserved himself perfectly and prevented himself from hurting himself in such a "big explosion" in such a confined space.

But the problem is that he can only do this.

It cannot effectively alleviate the current severe situation, nor can it stop the power that has begun to explode.

The reason why Allen was able to stand in the storm but was spotless is simple.

Because he is not in this dimension.

Alan's current situation is correct at this time to describe it in a sentence from the novel he had read in his previous life, "If you don't have this place, you won't have the other side."

At this moment, Alan himself was indeed faintly separated from the dimension of the material world and stepped into the void in half a step.

However, he didn't go in completely.

Because the risks in the void are completely beyond the ability of a silver-level rank to bear.

Not to mention, this silver level is still an incomplete silver.

Therefore, Alan was cleverly united by swords and transformed into a knife, cutting through the barriers of the material world, and entering a blurred buffer zone between the void and the material world.

In this way, Alan will neither be harmed by the space turbulence and magic storm that surged from the void into the material world, nor will he fall into the void and be lost, fall into an unknown situation, or be directly crushed to pieces.

Allen's operations are extremely clever in terms of intention and operation.

But the problem is that he can only do this.

If you want to do something else, you will be powerless.

Fortunately, the situation did not develop to the point where he least wanted.

After about a few minutes, the magic storm and void turbulence in the Light Cube had stopped.

The dense void cracks that can almost cause dense phobia have disappeared under the self-healing ability of space.

At this time, the light cube was covered with extremely fine cracks, extremely deep and extremely long.

It has expanded several times, as if it was blown into a balloon, with a terrifying huge size.

It seems that it may burst at any time.

Bang!

Just as Allen thought of this, a sudden explosion sounded in the empty room, which shocked Allen and others to help themselves.

However, the next moment, they came to their senses and found that this sound was not emitted by this light method array that seemed to burst at any time.

In the corner, the magic crystal was placed in the magic energy base point for energy-supplying function, and suddenly exploded, turning into fine dust and floating in the wind.

However, this is just the beginning.

It seems like some switch is turned on.

Next, the continuous explosion sounded through my ears, and the sound was dull, like a thunder stirring.

On the ground magic circle, in the remote corners, magic crystals used for energy supply were shattered and turned into powder all over the ground.

After a while, the room was silent and the needle could be heard.

Renard got down with a little embarrassed and was about to pretend that he didn't know anything.

Tropp's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but raise his head and hold his forehead, looking speechless.

Master Mitchelson glanced at the platform under Allen's feet that seemed to have been reduced to ruins after being bombed by artillery fire. His eyes moved up and he looked at Allen deeply. Finally, he sighed in an unknown way.

"Come down."

Master Mitchelson turned around, manipulated the machine and said to Allen.

The light cube that was stretched out by powerful brute force suddenly shattered and turned into mottled light and drifted in the air.

Allen lowered his head slightly and walked towards Master Mitchelson with some embarrassment.

"I still underestimate you!"

Master Mitchelson looked up at Allen and said this after a long time.

"Sorry, Master Mitchelson." Allen bowed and thought for a while before he could say such a sentence.

He really didn't know what to say.

They were originally here to ask for help, but they almost caused a big disaster.

To be honest, Master Mitchelson didn't think they were here to smash the situation.

At this moment, Alan really felt a little embarrassed to face Master Mitchelson.

"Okay, it's not your fault, after all, you have reminded me." Master Mitchelson waved and interrupted Allen's intention to reply, "Of course, it's not my fault."

"After all, I'm ready for it."

"I can only say that your situation is beyond our expectations, so this kind of accident occurs."

Speaking of this, Master Mitchelson looked at Allen, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked curiously.

"Allen, did you really have no standard for your destructive limit before?"

Allen seemed to be speechless, and was silent for a moment, and replied: "No."

To be honest, since he burned everything in Dilno City and broke the mirror world, Allen has become a little blurred about his combat power.

This kind of vagueness does not mean that one cannot grasp itself clearly.

To be honest, Allen's grasp of himself is still very clear.

With the blessing of strong spiritual will and spiritual realm, he can easily master an individual named [Alan] and exert 100% or even 12% of combat power.

But the problem is, because Allen himself is an alien who surpasses the silver combat power.

Therefore, he was not clear about the limit of his combat power and did not find a suitable benchmark.

The silver level is not qualified, but the golden level is impossible for people who are in trouble with Allen.

So to date, it is indeed a mystery to which level Alan's own combat power has reached.

"Okay, you guys are just a little monster."

As for Allen's answer, Master Mitchelson couldn't help but grow his lips and widen his eyes to express surprise. Finally, he spit out such a sentence from his teeth.

"Come here." Master Mitchelson greeted Allen and signaled him to walk toward him.

Then, after seemingly accidentally seeing Tropp and Renard looking towards this side, Master Mitchelson also said by the way. "Come here too."

"Thank you, Master Mitchelson."

Seeing this, Allen and the other two said gratefully to Master Mitchelson.

"Come here and take a look." Master Mitchelson didn't care much about the gratitude of Allen and the other two. He just pointed to the light screen beside him with excitement, signaling them to carefully observe the data and models above.

Unfortunately, his charming eyes were destined to be thrown to the blind man.

Among these three, except for Renard, the undead, who can understand some of the other two, they all have seven orifices and no one knows.

"What are you?"

Allen and Tropp shook their heads honestly, not hiding the essence of their poor students.

To be honest, the knowledge and experience of Allen and Tropp are not considered to be poor students. Compared with most people, they can be called "five-year-olds" and "learning" and "learning" and "learning" and "learning" and "learning" and "learning" and "learning" and "learning" and "learning" and "learning" and "learning" and "learning" and "learning" and "learning" and "

But the problem is that compared with the mages who are excited about "knowledge is power", they are still much worse.

In the face of such elite professions that only geniuses are qualified to change jobs, they are called poor students, and it is not unintelligible to be called poor students.

"Is this the energy level and destructive index of Allen's previous knife?"

Renard looked at it for a while and said hesitantly.

Although all wizards are erudites, they also have specialized in their professions.

These instruments of Master Mitchelson are closer to the fields of alchemy, magical machinery, and extraordinary casting, both in terms of manufacturing and displaying data. These are all areas that Reinard rarely covers.

It is obvious that these things are all because of Renard's extensive knowledge.

But even so, Renard still used a somewhat uncertain tone.

Because, this is really far from his profession.

"That's right." However, Master Mitchelson still expressed his affirmation of Renard's words.

"From these data, the energy gathered by Allen's previous sword itself is not strong."

"It's just that Allen has made these energy exert destructive power far beyond its limit in a wonderful way."

Alan did not choose to deny this, but nodded affirmatively.

He even took the initiative to tell the secret.

"When my long sword skills have improved to a certain level, I have a new understanding of this world and all things in this world."

"I can perceive the rhythm of heaven and earth, the breath of steel, the rhythm of life..."

"In my eyes, the ocean, the land, the sky, these are all moving and active in a wonderful rhythm."

"They are not dead and silent existences, but have their own breath."

"It is precisely because of this that when I choose to follow the heavens and respond to people, my sword is not just a sword of man, but also a sword of heaven."

Looking at the curious gazes of the three, Allen continued to explain the principle.

"When I can grasp the rhythm of everything, if I choose to follow them and conform to them, they will become my help."

"But when I want to destroy them, it's also a breeze, because I can discover their weaknesses from this strange perspective and make faster and more efficient destruction."

Allen also had his own considerations when he said this.

At first, the world is still beginning to change, the golden level has appeared, and silver is no longer the limit.

Then there will always be someone who reaches the master level in terms of skills, that is, it is at the level of matching gold.

In other words, such remote knowledge will eventually be exposed.

In this case, there is no big difference between earlier and later.

If you are earlier, you can also give some warnings and reminders to your own people, so why not do it?

Secondly, knowing some things is one thing, but doing it is another.

Not to mention just telling the three people in front of you, the news spreads out immediately. How many people can improve their skills to the master level in a short period of time?

Except for a few exceptional figures, those who want to improve their skills to master level are all golden powerhouses.

Judging from the current situation, although there are many golden powerhouses in the world, there are definitely not many.
Chapter completed!