The group of spellcasters has been a group of dangerous people since ancient times.
In the ancient times when visitors from other worlds were not so frequent, it was the group with extraordinary power that created myths, wrote legends, and controlled miracles.
The history of accumulation and development of various "methods" and "arts" is so long that the development of earth's "technology" is still like a young newcomer.
With infinite potential and vitality, he is chasing the heights reached by "Source Energy Spellcasting".
In the Federation of Terra, there are countless tall tower-shaped buildings called 'clock towers'.
Both branches and headquarters originate from a different world. They adhere to the concept of magic in their hometown. They do not call themselves magicians but 'magicians', which is a title that is easily misunderstood by the locals.
Because their definition of "magic" is the act of artificially reproducing mystery and miracles - that is, magic is the way to reach the source and achieve the part that modern science cannot explain and put into practice.
Simply put, only what technology cannot do deserves to be called magic.
This way of definition is not widely recognized in the field of spellcasters in this world.
Those magicians were not frustrated or angry because of this, because they found that according to this algorithm, even the magicians in their hometown would only be magicians here.
Traveling and observing parallel worlds? Soul materialization? Time can also interfere with the power of destruction - you can come to the Academy of Sciences to see what those scientists are doing.
But this does not mean that spellcasters are declining.
On the contrary, today's world is an era where energy skills and technology are developing in parallel.
Gods and demons even roam the streets and the Internet.
There is no such thing as open obstruction of mysteries. Skills that are hindered by such things will only be hindered. What was achieved by the contention of countless schools and countless techniques was the heyday of magic improvement that was not at all a technological development.
It would not be an exaggeration to call it a prosperous age beyond the age of gods.
The magic spellcasting system came into being in such a prosperous age.
It is true that casters of this system are always rejected and despised by their peers. Those casters who inherit the ancient traditional system will question the knowledge and skills of this group of emerging spellcasters.
But even then, formal conflicts with actual casualties are rare.
On the one hand, because of the advanced medical technology of modern times, missing arms and legs is not considered an injury. On the other hand, no one is usually willing to fight a magician spellcaster.
You can complain that they are magically illiterate, or you can say that they can do nothing without the staff, but you must not underestimate their combat effectiveness.
so--
When the rows of display cabinets were opened in unison, and the exhibits in them were held in the hands of the staff, one by one, their terrifying magic power arose, and dense magic circles emerged from under their feet, in front of themselves, and from the end of the staff, everyone participating Guests at this technology exhibition could see the torrent of magic that almost covered the sky.
Magic weapon display?
Arms display!
The latest masterpiece from the magician brother!
Brother Tuba highly recommends the staff unit!
One-click Macro Immortal Spell Analysis New Combination!
It was clearly still broad daylight, but there were countless roaring clusters of high-energy particle flows that rendered the ground colorful!
It was enough to make the electromechanical Baltan alien who was so domineering when he first appeared on the scene just take two steps, and he was surrounded and swallowed up by the special effects team of colorful cannons + thunder and fire + cracks and heavy pressure.
It is true that only half of the foot can be seen outside.
The hook-shaped metal feet resemble clown shoes, and their silver metal surfaces reflect the complex colors above.
The whole thing didn't move. I don't know if it was damaged or simply broken.
I think should not be?
The hands folded in his pockets could still directly feel the vibration of the card box. Omo felt that the thing had to collapse into countless streams of light before it could be sent.
After all, it is also a creature summoned by a monster card.
Click!
The sound of taking pictures seemed to wake up many guests, and the sounds soon started to come one after another, as if they were all integrated into the rules of the Far East District and insisted on adding a sound to the shooting function.
But it’s really pretty, I glanced at the group of people taking pictures, and then looked at Omo outside the glass window and thought to myself.
It was like a firework that had been pushed too hard.
Because it was broad daylight, it was quite appropriate to use too much force.
Maybe he should take a picture and send it to his friends, or transfer it to Umastagram like the girl next to him. After all, his account has gained a lot of followers recently.
It's not worth being happy at all. Those fans obviously didn't come because of his "excellent trainer ability".
Users of Umastagram are either horse racing girls or fans of horse racing girls, and this fan group includes people from all walks of life from all over the world.
What big thing had he done recently that could suddenly increase the number of fans by tens of thousands? Omer refused to reason about such a question.
So, it’s really hard to be happy.
While he was thinking about it, he asked the girl: "Have you finished filming?"
The tone was naturally cold.
But the girl's tone was always light and never seemed frivolous: "After the filming, Kallen thought the trainer would leave directly."
As she spoke, she walked closer to the trainer.
She is a real wit.
Unexpectedly, she did not stay with Bize and Dongshang Changzhan. When Omo bumped into her, she was standing alone outside the crowd, with a row of warning lights hanging above her head flashing red.
However, she acted leisurely and at ease, perhaps enjoying the peace after the alarm drove away the crowd, or perhaps she was confident enough in her current safety.
Even if he is invited by Omo to go with him, he will suddenly stop, take out his mobile phone, point it out the window and choose an angle that can produce the most shocking photo, click it, and start writing a tweet.
It was hard to tell that he had put any thought into it. He just started typing right after filming, which made Omo frown.
At this moment, he was not thinking of the two people he was still looking for, but her coherent tweets.
"You expect me to leave you here? If you really don't care about the danger."
Omo turned around and resumed his steps. From the corner of his eye, he also noticed the gray-haired horse girl following up with light steps.
Although the pace is that of an adult, the other party is also a racehorse girl.
"Why does the trainer seem so certain that there will be danger? The staff clearly took action."
"Why do you seem to be so sure of your safety? It's clear that Ms. Dongshang Change didn't provide you with much information about the magic staff." Omo asked in return.
"Is the trainer curious about this question?"
"I'm not particularly curious," Omer didn't hide his indifference, "I just think you can hide it more seriously in front of me."
The little girl who calls herself Karen is not ignorant of this place. On the contrary, she has at least done enough homework to visit here so that she can be more comfortable.
"But Kallen thinks this approach is of no use in front of the trainer," the girl shook her head gently, "As many people said, you have a pair of very scary eyes."
"I vaguely remember someone saying that."
This is a lie. There is no reason for Omo to forget Iwa Teruji's evaluation of himself on Umastagram, which is "sharp and a bit scary."
"But you clearly knew this from the beginning, why do you have to force yourself?"
"After all, I'm a little curious. At first, I was curious. Then, Kallen felt that the trainer's eyes would help Kallen show off her cuteness better."
"I'm just a new trainer," Omer said, "and my three racing girls have already attracted a lot of criticism."
Strictly speaking, these are all comments on online news. After he accepted a public interview before the Takarazuka Memorial Game, it was natural that there was some short-term topic on the Internet.
Although Omer had no interest in this, his habit of collecting big data still made him scan everything.
"Karen won't go to high school for another half a year, but trainers don't have to worry too much," Zhen Ji Ling glanced at her phone, and then looked at Omo who didn't show any panic on her face. " Although I can imagine the reassuring side, the trainer is indeed not suitable for Kallen."
"But your words don't sound like giving up." Omo stood aside. He had already seen Bize and Dongshang Changchang looking around, and he was able to turn around and look at Zhen Jiling.
The girl also paused. Even after reaching this point, her posture was still generous: "After all, all the trainers Kallen has met so far are more or less dissatisfied."
"Shouldn't you be the most dissatisfied with me?"
"Karen just finds it difficult to like the trainer." Zhen Ji Ling changed to a more euphemistic expression.
Only the expression is more euphemistic.
"The person Kallen likes should always look at Kallen and discover all the cuteness of Kallen. At the same time, it is best..." "Be slow, right?"
If you are slower, you will not see so many efforts made by the other party to be 'cute'. When there is only 'revealing' left between 'revealing' and 'concealing', then the cuteness will also be flawed.
This is probably the most unacceptable thing for this girl.
"That's right, so Karen thinks it's better to be patient."
"That's right. Maybe you can meet a high-scoring trainer in half a year," Omo said, taking out his hand from his pocket, "But I have a question."
A dark red crystal ball appeared beside him and flew towards the two people in the distance who had not noticed it.
Rather than joining together immediately, it was obviously better to keep this distance and speak clearly what needed to be said. It also happened that the voices of the surrounding crowd could be used to disturb the horse racing girl's excellent hearing.
"What's the problem?"
She noticed the dark red crystal ball, but only glanced at it before focusing her attention on Omo again. This girl at least did 'keep looking at' the trainer when she identified him.
"Is it just my eyes that make you suppress your low opinion of me and work hard to talk?"
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