Chapter 40: The "Baby Risk" Robbery

Although this public duel was not as exciting as imagined, the unexpected process and ending were like a hilarious comedy that made people excited. People in the Kingdom of St. Ostan never thought that a solemn and sacred duel could be held in this form!

Because this duel is so funny, it makes people ignore the strength shown by the old otakus! Everyone regards this matter as a joke! After dinner, people talk about how ridiculous Mishanil is, and they don’t pay much attention to the duel itself! The old otakus doesn’t care, the official game will only start tomorrow anyway! Besides, he feels embarrassing to fight with such a guy, and he hopes everyone will forget about this matter! After the duel, he takes everyone back to his residence, where he hasn’t seen a friend for a long time waiting for him!

"Well... there are really such people in the world - prop flow! I think of that Conrad! We even fought with such a guy! It's embarrassing! It's embarrassing!"

"Conrad? Who is that?" everyone asked inexplicably.

The old otakus smiled mysteriously and did not directly answer this question, but instead fiddled with a piece of metal plate with exquisite patterns on his hand with interest - this is today's trophy Denira armor! The one in his hand was one of the metal plates!

It is said to be a physical attack that reflects, but in fact, only the power generated by the impact can be reflected! Well... Simply put, it is not resistant to freezing or heat! Although it is a relatively useless function, this is the first time he has truly seen the magic of the magic circle in this world. Once the old problem occurs, he has begun to concentrate on studying what principle it works on!

Looking back, what happened today is indeed very interesting. Mishanil and the prop Liu Xiaobai in the film "Magic Warrior Levi" have amazing similarities! Even their fate is... It's really tragic!

"Big brother, what are you doing?" Sashamei stretched out her little head and looked at the focused old otaku curiously.

"Well... we want to see how strong this Lao Shizi reflection array can be!" As he said that, he took out the Colt crazy python and prepared to shoot the metal plate in his hand!

"No!" Everyone screamed in horror when they saw his attitude! The five little strong rushed over and suppressed him tightly!

The old otakus was suppressed by a group of people and then shouted at the bottom of the bottom, "What are you doing?"

"Mr. Feng Kan! It's too dangerous for you to do this!" Zilong advised with a serious expression.

"The danger is you guys right now?"

"If this magic circle can really bounce off the bullet, the bounced bullet will hurt others!"

"Uh! That's right! But..." the old otakus shouted with his hands and feet.

"Big brother, why are you studying this?" Cocoli and Tessa hid behind Ainius and poked their heads out and asked carefully.

"Wow... I'm crushing me to death! That's what, I just want to figure out where the limit of this thing is!"

"You can't do it so randomly?" Tessa was a little angry. "If you want to parse the working principle, then just hand it over to experts in this field! Why do you have to do it yourself? How dangerous is this?"

"I understand! I understand! Seiya... Please take your elbow off my poor ribs first, okay?"

The crisis was lifted, and the five strong men stood up one after another.

Sneck picked up a metal plate without saying a word, looked up and down, left and right, "Sir! Do you have any plans?"

The old otakus got up in a mess and rubbed the ribs that were pressed into pain. "Well... I really have some ideas. This thing is indeed a little stronger than ordinary armor. If it can be mass-produced, it should be very useful, right?"

"Impossible!" Ke Keli hit him without hesitation, "Since the day when the gods fell, the inscribed techniques of many ancient gods' grammar arrays have been completely lost! Even if they are inscribed completely according to the original pattern, there is no possibility of activation!"

"Uh! Ancient God's Word? It sounds mysterious enough!" The old otakus smacked his lips.

"The ancient gods are the language used by the gods in the age of the gods. No one can understand or imitate except gods! This language itself has supreme power! Every word represents absolute meaning!"

"Damn! Golden jade... isn't right! This is just a spiritual spirit!" The old otaku was shocked. He had only learned a little about this in other anime works before, but he didn't expect that there was such a thing in this world?

"It should be impossible to imitate, so in the Chaos War in the Age of the Gods, some extremely excellent inscription masters will be selected by the gods to give characters of ancient gods! This ancient god grammar array is actually characters of ancient gods! Each character has its own divine power injected by the gods. Although each character can only represent a sense of ability, this is divine power after all! How can a man imitate divine power?"

"Then this is a very amazing thing! But how could it be so trash?"

"I don't know this! The Battle of Chaos destroyed most of the civilization inheritance. A thousand four hundred years ago, our ancestors almost stood up from a pile of ruins! There are only a little sporadic records about the ancient gods and Denira armor! Well... Teacher Mandorov knows a little more about magic!"

"Is that magical little old man? Don't think about it! No one has seen that master since he locked himself in his magic tower!" The old otakus didn't care. He actually hadn't given up on mass production of such equipment.

Think about it, what would it be like if groups of soldiers appeared on the battlefield wearing this kind of armor that reflects pure physical attacks? All the swords will lose their effect at that time! The value of the magician may have soared, right?

"How strange?" A Shun fiddled with a three-layered open-winged shoulder pad, and looked thoughtful, then raised his head and said to Ichikki, "Brother, don't you think this set of armor is a little less than anything?"

"..." Ichiki looked at each part, "Why don't you say there is no helmet, right?"

Indeed! This set of armor is not complete, and the helmet, which is the most important part of protection, never appeared from beginning to end! The old otaku looked at Cocoli speechlessly, and was more familiar with this kind of thing.

"I don't know!" Cocoli had already taken Tessa's hand and sat down again. Seeing him like this, he shook his head blankly, "The Denira armor I found now does not have a helmet!"

"That means this thing is not complete!" Seiya pushed another three-layered open-winged shoulder pad on his index finger and played, "What would it look like if it was a complete set of Denira armor?"

"No one knows!" Cocoli tilted her head and thought, "The records of the Age of the Gods have disappeared. People nowadays speculate on the situation at that time from the pictures left on some remains of the remains!"

"No helmet..." The old otakus touched his chin and pondered, "That is to say, the most critical part is missing, just like a computer has been unplugged from memory or CPU, right?"

"It may also be like a pistol without bullets!" Tessa picked up a guard and pointed at the row of five inconspicuous holes in the joints. "This is a hollow tubular structure, and..." As she said that, she squinted her eyes and looked carefully into the hole. "I also saw some strange crystals, which looked like some energy weapon... but there is no space here that can accommodate the energy storage structure that provides energy!"

"Oh?" The old otakus took the handguard from her in surprise. The five small holes were not only small but also very hidden. If you don't look carefully, you would think it was a small dot in the pattern painted on the handguard!

"Is there any?" Everyone else surrounded him curiously.

"It seems that this set of things is not as trash as it shows! What a pity! No one knows what is in that helmet!"

Everything was silent. If this was the case, what would be the power of a complete set of Denira armor? Will it exist like Tratak's sacred garment?

"It would be great if there was a great elder of the demon clan here, they might know something!" In the silence of everyone, Cocoli suddenly remembered something.

"Demons?" Although he knew that Truntak's demons were not the same as what he had in his previous common sense, he was so shocked that when he heard this noun, the others were stunned for a moment!

"It seems that there is a "demon" here too! But this guy is..." The old otakus looked up and looked around. It seemed that Jeros had not come back yet!

"That... isn't Teacher Mandorov also a demon?" Tessa had already understood the situation of the world, so she asked strangely.

"That's different, Sister Tessa!" Cocoli explained with a smile, "Teacher Mandorov is only over 300 years old, and he doesn't know much about it!"

"Uh! Over three hundred years old? Still "only"?"

"I'm over 300 years old! Well! A little older than Teacher Tong Hu!" Zilong said to himself. Everyone was sweating when they heard his words!

"In addition to the Demon King, there are five great elders on the Demon King Island! I heard that several of them had experienced the day when the gods fell! Maybe there would be any clues to them if they asked them!"

"Tsk..." Surprisingly, others were very excited about her proposal.

Gao Li looked around and looked at the others for no reason: What's wrong? What's wrong?)

"Don't you believe me?" Cocoli was wondering why they reacted.

"It's not that I don't believe you! It's that this proposal is the same as not!" The old otaku smiled and pampered the little princess' big ears.

"Why?" The numb feeling from his sensitive ears made Ke Keli's body soft, but she still asked in discontently.

"It's very simple!" The old otakus smiled and let go of his hands, stood up and stretched. "If it was so simple, then this mystery would not be a mystery! No need to ask, those great elders of the demon clan would definitely not be able to see it so easily! Even if they saw it, they might not answer this question for some reason! This proposal was the same as not saying it!"

"I don't want to do it anymore!" He waved his hand, as if he had made some decision, "Let him go like this first! A Jian! Do you have time? If you have nothing to do, please accompany us to the training ground to exercise! We will officially go to the competition tomorrow!"

"Okay!" Kenjiro thought about it and stood up and walked towards the door.

"Mr. Akan! What should I do with this thing?" Seiya shouted at him with his shoulder pad!

"Well... I think you're quite idle anyway! Just treat it as an assembly game and assemble it as a decoration!" The old otakus replied without looking back.

"Ha?"
Chapter completed!