What should be in a floating city designed and built by psychics?

A large number of strange-shaped undeads? Mechanism traps everywhere? Remaining limbs and broken arms piled up at will? The wailing souls are constantly suffering to provide the necessary accompaniment for the city? Some torture instruments stained with blood must be added.

And all of this must be placed in an environment that is dim enough to be cold enough to scare children.

But in fact, in the floating city of the Madoxas-style war fortress, all of the above does not exist.

Only false floating cities used to scare people will have these messy things. For the stitching masters of the Creation Academy, they will always clean up their laboratories.

It is also necessary to open a bright window in the laboratory to ensure the light source of the laboratory so that you will not sew your hands in the wrong position of your feet when sewing, and you will not put the heart of the structure into the wrong chest cavity because of dizziness.

Those broken limbs and broken arms that need to be used are called "raw materials".

Special apprentices are taking care of them and accurately sending materials with different functions into the suture laboratory in advance when the instructors need them.

As for the wailing souls, they will not be discarded in the corner of the floating city. Those things will be "released" in the soul cellar to keep their firepower waiting for their rebirth in the structure.

Even if the test bench is accidentally filled with blood and flesh when suturing, after the suture is completed, the place will be cleaned as quickly as possible to avoid affecting the success rate of the next suture test.

The historic Creation Institute has long passed the stage of barbaric development, and they have summarized their own set of experimental procedures and laboratory management methods.

It is difficult for those sloppy stitchers to go too far on this road.

Besides, the huge number of apprentices of stitchers must also find something for themselves to do, so that the tutor will not see him slut and then be designated as the "material" for the next stitching test.

In short, Black was an eye-opener after entering the floating city of the Creation Academy.

He visited several laboratories that were conducting structural suture along the way, and he felt from the bottom of his heart that all the disciples of the Nassalas Academy's psychic school should come here for an internship.

What is professionalism?

Look at how ritual people feel when sewing structures. They will not only ask in advance what special functions the souls that will be used as the core of the structure want, but also provide personalized services for appearance selection.

Tsk, if I hadn't known that I would be in a difficult position to die, Black would have signed an agreement with the Creation Academy on the spot to ensure that he could receive the resurrection service of the structural body in the best laboratory after his death.

He even thought about the shape of the structural body he used to resurrect when he was resurrected. He must be powerful enough and handsome enough, and he must be cool enough. He should have six hands, four legs, and three heads.

There are three more...

Well, that's not a joke.

Lord Evil God grinned and showed a serious expression in the strange gaze of the stitching master beside him. If you continue thinking about it, you can't pass the review.

"Is she right here?"

The pirate looked around and looked at the stitching masters who were going back and forth around him, and said to the guy beside him:

"What is she going to do to assemble so many smart people? How do I feel like my sister is thinking and advancing a plan that is terrible to think about? "

"That's true, Mr. Black."

The stitching master explained while leading the way:

"The Creator Queen is conceiving her great conquest, and she sees the chaos of Madoxas and is very dissatisfied with this dispute, and she claims that the eternal warriors born in this great land should not aim their weapons at each other, and spend their precious time for some insignificant leftovers.

She had reached some kind of secret agreement with the Soul Selection Secret Academy. Perhaps soon after, the two major Secret Academy will join forces to attack the other three Secret Academy and advance a new power order on the land of Madoxas.

It has to be said that the plan of the Creation Queen is very in line with the appetite of the elite structural elites of the Creation Secret Academy.

Those wise guys have been persuaded and united by the Queen around her, which puts us, who have always been rational, in a very embarrassing position.

We are not unwilling to engage in this war, we just feel that even a war should have reasonable plans.”

"Your thoughts are right, it does require planning, but I doubt you can convince me of Finna... The world in her eyes is extremely simple and distinct, and the things she believes are difficult to change again.

Talking to her requires skills, and to convince her, you need high-end dark wisdom."

Black shook his head, reached out and pushed open the door of the command hall where the Queen of Creation was located. He threw a look at the stitching master beside him, gave a thumbs up and showed a confident smile with eight white teeth.

explain:

"Anyway, leave it to me, I will convince Finna to give up her unrealistic fool's idea.

He really has no pattern at all. He has become the leader of the Secret Academy. It is not worth it to only focus on the three-point land of Madoxas."

"Well..."

The stitching master who sent Black over felt that the evil god's words were a little problem, but before he could stop persuasion, he saw the pirate pushing the door and walking into the command hall. Then, Marquis Finna, who had always been ruthless, screamed in surprise, and then the sound of men and women hugging and kissing sounded from it.

The stitching master widened his eyes.

If his memory or ears are not wrong, what the Evil God said just now was that Marquis Finna was his sister? This... have the lives of the nobles in the material world become so decayed?

Wow, for the sake of your life and the unfinished stitching experiment, it is better not to think too much about the details of these issues.

The stitcher thought so, and then saw the Creation Queen drive everyone out of the command hall and slam the door,

Who knows what the two of them will do in there...

Hey! The flesh and blood lives that will be controlled by some vulgar instincts are really weak. Unlike the undead, they will never waste time on such things.

A sense of superiority suddenly rose in the heart of the stitcher.

He was able to walk out with his chest raised and his head raised. As a result, he heard his colleagues discussing the differences that had been circulating in the Creation Secret Academy for many years.

For example, whether to prepare a beautiful appearance when creating a structure, in addition to focusing on core strength, and whether the stitching masters can establish a more intimate spiritual connection with their structure than friends, etc.

This is a total waste of time!

The stitching master snorted, raised his sleeves and rushed over to start a verbal debate with his stupid compatriots.

He showed his powerful and unique perspective.

He believed that the appearance of the construct is as important as its power. If it weren't for the inability to collect the bodies of the Grien Angels, he would have sewed a long-legged construct for himself with wings.

This view instantly received praise from many stitching masters.

Alas, men are so sad, whether they are alive or dead.

On the other hand, in Finna's command hall, the Creator Queen and the stinky brother who had been separated for a long time also had a heated discussion. On the podium where she wrote her own conquest plan, she used her strength and skills to discuss with Lord Evil God who had missed each other more for such a long time.

The two of them discussed so seriously that the carefully crafted command sand table was messed up. On the unique throne of the bones of the Creator Queen, Finna leaned against her brother's arms with a lazy face. She closed her eyes slightly and sighed:

"After a while, I have to let those stupid structures recreate a map of Madoxas for me. It's all your fault! I've said I'm going to the bedroom..."

"You rushed up first."

The pirate immediately turned the blame, waved his hand and patted the restless warrior queen in his arms, saying:

"And your hell, your subordinates told me that you have reached a secret agreement with the new Marquis of the Soul Selection Academy? Did that bastard Grom give you face like this? I heard that he had chopped down all the Death Knights of the Soul Selection Academy and became a Marquis. Are you also paying tribute to him in the Creation Academy?"

"Well..."

This question made Finna turn her eyes. She stretched out her hand and wrapped it around her brother's neck, raised her head like a charming elf cat, and whispered in his ear:

"Actually, the order of this matter should be changed. I went to the Soul Selection Secret Academy after I ran out of the Theater of the Sword and Fairy. I think it is more in line with my appetite.

As a result, the soul baron named Viraz was killed, and he met Lao Hu, holding an axe and jumped out to fight for me.

Of course I didn't refuse. I beat him for a long time. The old guy came to Madoxas longer than me. He also mastered some strange powers. In short, I took out all the Tysalak and still lost.

But I only lost one move..."

Finna wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction. She glanced at her younger brother who was listening carefully, then kissed him on the face, and continued:

"Old roar said he wanted to give me the identity of the Soul Selection Baron and let me serve him. He originally planned to take the Soul Selection Academy to attack the Creation Academy, but I refused.

How could I be the kind of warrior who would be willing to surrender?

I asked him to help restrain the peripheral structural legion of the Creation Secret Academy and then rushed into the floating city.

After killing all the Marquis Gamard and its elite guards overnight, and with the stitching masters, they owe me the contract to their bodies after death, they regarded me as the Creator Queen.

"It seems like you can do something."

Black leaned against the throne of the bones, reached out to touch Finna's waist, and a few seconds later he said:

"But Lao Hu definitely didn't help you for free, right? Have you reached some agreement with him? Is it the agreement you signed on behalf of the Creation Secret Academy and the Soul Selection Secret Academy?

What is the content?”

"Uh, this is very complicated. I can't tell you now, so I have to leave some suspense. But tonight, I will meet Lao Ye and I will talk about some important things.

It has something to do with the Ruiyan Secret Academy, so I can only say this.

That secret courtyard is very good at sending assassins to lurk in the shadows of other secret courtyards. Any conspiracy against them will be noticed in advance. Lao Hu and I have been trying to keep it secret."

Finna explained in a low voice.

She twisted around the pirate's arms, like a fish, and grabbed Black's ear with both hands and said:

"You just said that my plan is not perfect, you must have your ideas, right? Tell me, what are you going to do in Madoxas?

The mark of the Soldier Lord is not here, I thought you would go directly to the fortress."

"I'm going there, but I was probably going to be bombarded with the golden plain by the little blue angels' hearts all the way out."

Black shook his head, he looked at Finna's bright eyes, stretched out his hand and bounced it on the tip of her nose, saying:

"I have to suppress this matter backwards. When you meet Grom, I will talk to you again. Don't worry, this matter will not only not affect your rule over each other's secret house, but will also make you the war heroes of Madoxas."

"Oh, well, I believe in you."

Finna didn't ask much. Her habit made her obey Black's command, but a few seconds later, Finna seemed to remember something important. She sat up from the pirate's arms, looked down at him with her long golden hair swaying like a cloak, and said:
To be continued...