Looking at Allen's panicked expression, Windsor Bellow supported her forehead and shook her head. "This won't do, Little Allen. We've been together for more than a year, but we still haven't taken down that little girl. Wait … "
Windsor Bellow suddenly laughed wickedly, "Could it be that my little Allen hasn't really become a man yet? Tsk tsk tsk, this won't do. Which of the boys in Babylon hadn't already tasted a woman at the age of twelve or thirteen? You actually, haha … hahahaha … "
Seeing that his teacher couldn't help but laugh, Allen's face flushed red and he gritted his teeth, "Teacher, you're going too far!"
"How could that be? This is also a way for me to care about my students." Windsor Bellow couldn't help but laugh heartily again. Finally, she put her hand on Allen and said, "Do you want me to help you think of a way to take down His Highness Lucy in a few days?"
"Thank you very much!"
Windsor Bellow shook her head and said, "You're young, but you talk like an old man. It's quite similar to Mr. Horn. Alright, alright, let's continue with our homework. Let me think, let's start by training you to lock onto your opponent. "
She retreated, put her hands on her hips, and looked at Allen without any posture.
Allen asked, "What should I do?"
"Attack me with all your might." The corner of Windsor Bellow's mouth curled into a mischievous smile, and a trace of flirtatiousness flashed in her eyes. "As long as you can touch me, no matter what, even if it's just a corner of your clothes, the teacher will reward you well. You can do whatever you want. "
Allen smiled bitterly, knowing that she was teasing him again. Without replying, Allen rushed towards Windsor Bellow with a sudden saber cry, speaking with his actions.
"Boring brat!" Windsor Bellow snorted. She waited for Allen's heavy saber to come forward, but she nimbly slid to the side, causing Allen's heavy saber to miss.
The sound of Allen's blade and Windsor Bellow's occasional guidance could be heard in the training field. Marshal Greed finally became serious, constantly pointing out Allen's shortcomings in battle. From time to time, he would counterattack and hit Allen's flaws. Her counterattack was fast and fierce, but her control of strength was very precise. Allen was only in pain but not injured. After a few times, Allen was beaten up by her, but he was still able to wield his saber.
A few hours later, Allen could no longer move. Windsor Bellow had squeezed out all her Origin Energy and stamina, but she hadn't even touched a corner of her clothes. On the other hand, Windsor Bellow didn't even sweat, which made Allen feel both indignant and helpless.
Allen leaned against a training equipment and rested. Windsor Bellow sat on it, her long legs swaying beside him. The beautiful curves wrapped under the black stockings made Allen distressed and happy. After all, not everyone could be as close to Windsor Bellow as he was.
Above his head, Windsor Bellow's voice sounded, "Your attacks are strong and powerful, but every time you slash down, you don't have enough strength left. The next slash will have to explode with all your strength. In this case, it would be fine if your opponent was at the same level as you. If your opponent's Origin Energy is deeper than yours, then your endurance will be greatly reduced. "
Allen's attention immediately focused on Windsor Bellow's guidance. He humbly asked, "Then what should I do?"
"Breathe." Windsor Bellow jumped down, pressed one hand on her chest, and took a long breath. As a result, the waves in front of his chest rose and fell, almost causing Allen to be unable to concentrate again. "Human breathing, one in and one out, is natural. When you're breathing, have you ever thought of doing this on purpose? "
She asked herself, "No. Because this action has become part of the movement of our lives, and so is fighting. When attacking, Origin Energy whistled, and when retracting, the remaining energy rolled back. This repeated, naturally endless. Although your Origin Energy will still be consumed, your endurance will be greatly increased. "Most importantly, one attack and one retreat, one breath and one breath, and only by complying with the law can you be invulnerable!"
Thunder rang out in Allen's mind. Windsor Bellow's words gave him a great hint. He even thought of how to apply the so-called "combat breathing" theory of the female marshal directly to the Flame Breath Flash. Thinking back to when he had sealed Kamu twice in the Sacred Site, he had been forced to use Flame Breath Flash continuously. That kind of consumption could be imagined. After three or four slashes, Allen had consumed more than half of his Origin Energy.
If he could do what Windsor Bellow had said, draw out the saber and retract the saber, like a human breathing, naturally leaving behind the remaining strength and combining it with the new strength, could he increase the number of explosions of the Flame Breath Flash? If he could do this, then the Flame Breath Flash would be able to transform into a brand new powerful battle skill.
Seeing the light in Allen's eyes surge, he knew that he had understood something. Windsor Bellow nodded in satisfaction. Her student wasn't too stupid!
"Alright, let's call it a day. Come and find me here at the same time tomorrow."
Allen nodded. Every minute was precious to be able to receive her guidance. How could he not be willing?
The next night, when Allen arrived, Windsor Bellow had already arrived early in the morning. Seeing Allen, he asked, "I heard you also have an Origin Tool?"
Allen nodded and admitted it.
"Very good, close the door, and then … show me."
"Here?"
"Right here!"
Allen shrugged his shoulders. Although displaying the Origin Tool in the training hall seemed a bit hasty, since Windsor Bellow thought it was feasible, he had no objections. After closing the door to the training hall, Allen wiped his hand, and the Devil's Praise fell into his hand. Activating his Origin Energy, Allen sent out a strand of will towards the Origin Tool. The Devil's Praise immediately exploded with red light, and the light intertwined into a cocoon of light. The cocoon of light continued to grow, and the biting cold killing intent that filled the space was like an ancient beast revealing itself, causing Windsor Bellow's entire body to feel a chill.
The cocoon of light shattered, and the second form of the Destruction Heavy Sniper appeared in Allen's hands. But this time, the Destruction Hymn seemed to be somewhat strange. When the heavy sniper appeared, the lines on its body automatically lit up, followed by a voice muttering in Allen's mind, "The blood of an expert, kill her, offer her blood to me!"
The murmur continued to repeat. At first, it was as low as the wind in the valley. A moment later, it filled Allen's heart, shaking his soul. It was as if a demon from the abyss of purgatory was roaring at him!
Allen bitterly resisted the will that had suddenly emerged from the Destruction Hymn. At this moment, Windsor Bellow suddenly stepped forward. He pressed down on the heavy sniper with one hand and suddenly shouted, "Shut up! Chattering fellow, it's so noisy! "
When Windsor Bellow shouted resolutely, her body naturally emitted an awe-inspiring might. In Allen's eyes, the ceiling of the training hall quietly disappeared, and an endless void appeared above Windsor Bellow's head! In the void, an enormous and solemn aura surged, like a heavenly river descending, tyrannically pressing down. At this moment, the Destruction Heavy Sniper produced a violent killing intent and went against the flow.
The two auras collided heavily in Allen's perception. The killing intent of the Destruction Heavy Sniper was instantly shaken, and then it was firmly suppressed by Windsor Bellow's might. The endless void above her head pressed down as if the world was about to collapse, causing Allen's soul to scream. Under the suppression of this absolute might, the killing intent and will of the Destruction Hymn retreated into the Origin Tool.
At this moment, Windsor Bellow slowly withdrew her aura.
Allen collapsed to the ground and looked at Windsor Bellow.
If there was a third person in the training hall, he would definitely find it strange. On the surface, it seemed that Windsor Bellow had only roared at the Destruction Hymn and suppressed the killing intent of the Origin Tool. But in reality, it was a confrontation between two auras. Among them, Allen had directly come into contact with Windsor Bellow's natural momentum.
Her momentum was filled with the domineering aura of walking alone on the Great Dao and breaking through everything. This and Allen's Moon Falling Star, which turned everything into ashes, each had their own strengths. The difference was that Windsor Bellow had already become powerful, while Allen was still in the stage of recovery. Even so, Windsor Bellow relied on her own strength to suppress the will of the Origin Tool. Her strength was already worthy of the word "terrifying".
The two auras clashed in the training hall, but they affected the entire base. However, to ordinary soldiers, their bodies were cold. With their strength, they were not qualified to feel the terror of these two auras. However, the officers and Gao Lei all felt as if two storms had collided heavily in the base, causing their minds to tremble and their blood energy to be in chaos. The more powerful one was, the deeper the effect would be.
The other officers only had pale faces, but Gao Lei couldn't help but cough out a small mouthful of blood, startling the adjutant beside him.
"Colonel, what are you …" The adjutant hurriedly asked.
Gao Lei waved his hand and smiled bitterly, "Nothing, it doesn't matter."
He looked solemnly in the direction of the training hall through the window. He recognized one of the two auras just now as Windsor Bellow, and the other was very similar to when Allen had killed the Saber Demon General that day. He thought about it, but he didn't know what had happened to the teacher and student in the training hall.
Allen sat for nearly ten minutes before he could stand up again. Windsor Bellow looked at the heavy sniper in his hand and said, "It's not surprising that the Origin Tool has a will. Those who can drive the Origin Tool are all top experts of their era. When they use the Origin Tool, they will also inject a portion of their emotions into the Origin Tool, so that those who come later can feel some fragments of their will. But this one of yours is really special … "
"Its will is definitely not a remnant of its previous master, but a will of its own. It actually wanted to eat me just now. What a daring fellow. "
"Autonomous will?"
"Yes, with an autonomous will, you already have a so-called soul. The soul of an Origin Tool should be called an artifact soul. It's really rare. As far as I know, among all the known Origin Tools, only the Dawn Nova in Emperor Orfasis's hand also has a soul. Of course, there's more of you now. "
"Allen, you have to remember that the Origin Tool has a soul. This means that it is old enough and powerful enough. However, such an Origin Tool is often the most dangerous. You must continue to grow stronger in order to suppress it. If you can't suppress its soul, you will become a slave to the Origin Tool. At that time, the Origin Tool will become the master, and you will become a puppet under its control! "Windsor Bellow said seriously.
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