Since Master Mitchelson began to perform the [Iron Blood Body Forging Technique], he has been watching Allen's performance intently.

On the light screen behind him, various data and extremely complex three-dimensional human body models were constantly emerging.

Those models even moved with Allen's movement, making exactly the same movement.

After Allen stopped, Master Mitchelson also turned his head to take a look at the light screen behind him.

However, he didn't look at it much, but just looked at it for a brief look at whether there were any mistakes, and then turned around again.

"I already know almost everything about your body shape."

"Next, I need you to adjust your state to your best, and simulate attacking enemies on this platform."

Alan should have done it directly for Master Mitchelson's request.

But when Allen heard this instruction, he chose to speak.

Allen's face was a little weird, "Will that, Master Mitchelson need to take all his strength?"

Master Mitchelson also nodded, expressing his affirmation, "Of course."

"Only in this way, I can know what you need, and I can determine what kind of materials should be used to cast your armor and your sword."

"Otherwise, if these things can't withstand the backlash of your force, they will automatically collapse, it will be a tragedy for you and me."

Alan deeply understood this, and he probably realized that Master Mitchelson was not the kind of person who was petty and could not listen to persuasion.

So, he spoke directly.

"Although it's a bit of a boast, Master Mitchelson, the protective magic circle here may not be able to defend against the impact caused by my full force."

"Even if that's just the aftermath."

"Oh." Sure enough, Master Mitchelson was not furious about Allen's "nothing words", but looked at Tropp Green, who was not far away as a companion, with curiosity. "Is that true?"

"Yes, Master Mitchelson." Tropp smiled bitterly, as if he was embarrassed.

"Allen's situation is indeed a bit special. Although he has not truly achieved silver, his physical fitness, mental strength, or spiritual realm have reached the level of silver."

"Plus with his long sword skill that is so high that he doesn't know where he is, Alan's combat power has exceeded the limit of silver."

"It can even be said that if we do not consider the immortal characteristics and glory power of [Gold], it is not impossible to say that Allen's strongest attack has touched the threshold of gold."

"Just last night, Allen had a precedent for slashing Johnson with one knife."

"Wow." After getting affirmation from Tropp, Master Mitchelson also carefully glanced Alan from top to bottom, his eyes lit up, as if he was looking at some rare animal.

Although this gaze was not as sharp as the heart, and was just a little curious, it made Alan feel a little numb all over.

After a while, Master Mitchelson uttered a word to him that made him laugh and cry.

"Sure enough, the monster's children are also little monsters."

Although Master Mitchelson just muttered in a low voice, he did not say it casually.

But there was one of the people present who was not a clever ear and eye-catching person, so they could hear this sentence clearly.

But at this moment, everyone pretended to be temporarily deaf, just looked up at the sky, as if there was something in the world hidden in the ceiling covered with complex demon patterns.

"Okay, I get it."

After muttering, Master Mitchelson also pretended that nothing had happened.

Then, he waved his dexterous hands and started operating on a special large magic machine behind him.

When it comes to dwarves, many people's first impression is their low figure, bold personality, alcoholic habit, and rough and unruly style.

Even the dwarves used hammers to forge them, which caused them to use hammers when fighting. Their hands were large and clumsy, as stupid as bears.

But in fact, the dwarf's hands are not only not clumsy, but are extremely flexible, and are not inferior to the elves known for their exquisiteness and meticulousness.

If this is not the case, dwarves could not be called natural casters, and the race of casting masters is most likely to appear.

They are rough and bold, just because they have such a personality, not because they cannot do elves.

If they are willing to change, they are actually easy to make ingenuity and agility that is not inferior to the elves.

Not many, they just don't want to.

At this moment, Master Mitchelson danced with his hands, and quickly hit the light and shadow keyboard that projected out hundreds of keys, pulling out the afterimages.

Although no sound came out, Allen automatically made up the "da da da" sound in his mind.

It’s like rain hitting banana leaves, endless.

Allen even felt that the submachine gun with the fastest firing speed in the empire may not be as fast as Master Mitchelson's strikes at this time.

However, after looking at it for a while, Allen discovered the problem.

If Master Mitchelson hits rapidly in a short period of time without overwhelming force through the light and shadow, it can be said that Master Mitchelson has strong control.

But it's always like this, I'm afraid there are other problems.

Even, with his extraordinary eyesight, Allen could clearly see that every time Master Mitchelson raised his hand, he was not just under his own control, but also had the kind of rebound that seemed to hit something.

This phenomenon of elastic force generated by collision of objects cannot be faked.

So, Allen is sure that the projection keyboard in front of Master Mitchelson is not just a projection.

At least, some other technology is also attached.

Just as Allen was thinking about the principle of this technology, Master Mitchelson stopped.

Countless afterimages disappeared into the air like images of power outages, leaving only the brighter and brighter light screen.

The next moment, Allen felt the magical particles in the air begin to become active.

No, not only that, the magic crystals on the ground that were originally placed at the base points of the magic array and acted as energy also began to shine.

However, after just a moment of light, the luster of these magic crystals dimmed. It became dark like a light bulb with a voltage drop.

Countless magic energy particles drawn from it gathered into a fierce and violent current, rushing into the light cube beside Allen along the magic energy circuit built on the ground.

Swish!

The light shines brightly.

Allen couldn't help but squint his eyes.

After a while, after the dazzling light disappeared, Alan opened his eyes and looked at the light cube in front of him.

A dazzling light flowed over it, jumping like thunder, dazzling and dazzling.

The transparent light screen still exists, blocking the inside and outside, making all changes within the light cube unable to affect the outside world.

It seems that everything is just as usual.

But in Allen's eyes, all this is very different.

The surging magic energy particles before were not simply increasing energy and thickening the light curtain.

If this is the case, the light cube defense power formed by this magic array has not been greatly improved.

These magical particle flows that consumed the energy base of the magic array are more used to reconstruct the composition of those light curtains.

If these thin and transparent light screens are enlarged tens of times, they will be able to clearly see subtle runes distorting, changing, disintegrating, and reorganizing.

However, in an instant, the basic composition of the light screen completely changed.

Today's light screen has reached more than one level compared to its previous defense.

"I have now fully activated the defense magic array and upgraded it to the highest level of protection."

Master Mitchelson walked towards the functional base point in the surrounding corners, took out the completely dim magic crystal from it, and then put in a new magic crystal that was filled with light.

He walked over and said.

"In theory, this light curtain can defend against all attacks under the Golden Level."

"As long as your attack power has not reached the real [Golden Level] level, then you don't have to worry about the consequences of breaking the magic circle with all your might."

Speaking of this, Master Mitchelson had already walked back to the machine and said to Allen.

"You can try it yourself and have a rough sense."

Hearing this, Alan had no intention of shirking it. He took out a long sword from the space magic tool, stood there and began to prepare.

If he were such a person, he would not have spoken when Master Mitchelson initially ordered it.

At this time, how could he pretend to be modest and say no?

After all, it is all for safety considerations and for the accuracy of measurement data.

Concentrate and calm your mind and unite your mind.

Allen suddenly drew his sword and slashed in the air.

boom!

The clear sound of a knife as bright as a phoenix and the fierce and domineering sound burst mixed together, forming a roar of roar.

In the light cube, a fierce wave of air suddenly rose, forming an extremely fierce shock wave that rushed towards all directions.

It hit the light curtain, forming layers of ripples that looked like a huge rock falling to the ground.
To be continued...