Unknowingly, Carthage's figure appeared behind Garon. His gaze was calm as he stared at the faint green light.
"Why did Senior Brother come personally?" Garon stood up and turned around, looking at Carthage who suddenly appeared behind him.
"I saw ambition in your eyes," Carthage said calmly. "Ambition for power. This is also the reason why I accepted you. "
Garon's lips curled up slightly. He did not speak, waiting for him to continue.
"I heard that you have a magic sword?" Carthage suddenly said.
Garon's heart skipped a beat. He knew that the other party was suspicious. A Non-falling General who could sneak into the Chixue Sect could not be a fool. It was normal for him to have such suspicions. No Energy Machinist in this world would be fooled so easily.
"Are you talking about this?" Garon's expression did not change. The Sunlight Magic Sword suddenly appeared in his hand. However, the original blue flame on it had now turned into a pale yellow flame. It was much weaker than the original blue flame. The position of the flame had also changed from the hilt to the tip of the sword.
Carthage's eyes suddenly flashed black. At this moment, Garon's entire body felt as if he was soaked in an ice spring. It was as if he was stared at by a violent and cold contradictory giant eye. His body suddenly stiffened.
It seemed to be some kind of scan.
This feeling disappeared in a flash.
The abnormality in Carthage's eyes quickly disappeared directly. The suspicion in the depths of his eyes also disappeared.
"I know all about your past. The Seventh Divine Wind General of the Blackboard Region on the Mother Planet, right? Do you need me to help you settle it? "
"No need. As long as I have Senior Brother's support, Garon is already satisfied," Garon lowered his head humbly to show his respect. He did not doubt that the other party would find out about his past. For someone at his height, this was not a difficult thing.
"Follow me," Carthage said one last sentence and turned to leave.
"Okay," Garon nodded. He knew that Carthage's test had come.
His gaze fell on his attribute pane.
During these two years of seclusion, he had spent a large amount of potential points. He had directly raised his gene column to the point where it could no longer be raised.
The large amount of Potential Points that he had just obtained also decreased rapidly, falling back to just over five hundred.
The gene also changed from Blood Eagle to a swirling pitch-black fog, as if it was incubating something. It was slow and motionless, and all the gene's abilities disappeared in an instant. This black fog was like a bottomless pit. No matter how many potential points were thrown in, there was no movement at all.
After Garon wasted a large amount of Potential Points and still nothing happened, he did not dare to move anymore. He just waited for new changes to occur on its own.
For the past two years, his manor had been infected by the aura of death. Even the AI system could not approach it for long periods of time because of another reason. The red gem he had obtained from the Abyss Altar had actually fused with the golden crystal he had obtained from Ron.
To be exact, the golden crystal was swallowed by the red gem.
The red gem that had swallowed the golden crystal seemed to have become an extremely tempting delicacy. Garon had wanted to swallow it directly into his stomach more than once, but he resisted the urge.
The strange thing was that this red gem gradually began to emit a strange aura of death after that. It constantly corroded everything around it, regardless of whether it was alive or dead.
After taking the red gem out of the Space Ring, Garon quietly put it into his sleeve and held it tightly in his hand.
This gem's special aura of death could perfectly cover up and disguise his aura completely. Even a Non-falling Level would not be able to discover it.
With a flash of his body, Garon quickly followed Carthage and shot into the darkness.
The two of them, one in front and one behind, kept flashing in the dark night. All the surveillance settings seemed to not have discovered anything and ignored the two of them.
Carthage kept leaping and shooting from the rooftops and tall buildings. He did not use his levitating ability, as such movements were more concealed. Garon kept jumping urgently and could only follow behind him with all his might.
Looking at the black figure in front of him, Garon felt more and more how terrifying this Rain King Carthage was. Even the Lord Guardian could not discover that this disguised fellow had infiltrated the sect.
The two of them kept leaping and quickly left the headquarters area, entering a remote and cold area.
On the dark white land of ice and snow, there was a white and transparent Space Vortex. It was a jump point, but no one knew where it led to.
Carthage landed in front of the vortex and walked in slowly.
Garon also landed and walked in.
There was a change in front of his eyes, as if countless rainbows flashed past. In just a few seconds, Garon was already standing in a somewhat simple and shabby white courtyard.
The leaves above his head fluttered and rustled. Red leaves that were the same as maple leaves kept falling and drifting around him like raindrops.
The entire courtyard was very small, less than twenty meters in length and width. In the middle, there was a big tree that was as thick as two people hugging it. It was the source of these red leaves.
Carthage and Garon appeared at the foot of the big tree as if they had teleported. The two of them looked at the room in the courtyard at the same time.
"Kill them." Carthage closed his eyes and just stood there.
In an instant, a black figure rushed out of the room.
"Carthage, I'll kill you!! Ahhhhh!!!! " That person roared as if he had gone mad. He held a huge axe that was more than a meter long and swung it at Carthage. A violent force field condensed on the edge of the axe.
A loud rumbling sound like thunder accompanied by this person's lunge. It was as if the entire courtyard was violently shaken. The ground was trembling and black streaks of air were drawn in the air.
That person charged over ferociously like a mad bull. The huge axe spun at high speed and swung at Carthage's head.
"Clang!!"
When the axe was a few centimeters away from Carthage, a blue scimitar blocked in front of it. The blade and the axe collided head-on, but there was no trace of damage.
A green light flashed in Garon's eyes. The wolf shadow in front of him flashed. It was as if a huge black illusory wolf had suddenly pounced forward.
"Bam!"
That person was sent flying by the illusory wolf shadow. His sternum was completely shattered. He spat out blood and landed heavily on the wall behind him. He did not break the wall and rolled down.
He was no longer breathing.
"That person is the grandson of the Second Elder who has been missing for many years."
Carthage's words sent a chill down Garon's spine.
He watched as Carthage turned around. This guy looked at him with a smile and spoke slowly.
"I've wanted to kill him for a long time. You can do it together with me today."
This was the first time Garon saw Carthage smile, but there was no warmth in it at all.
This guy …
He tightened his grip on the scimitar and withdrew his scimitar. No wonder he did not use much strength just now, but the other party was sent flying and died just like that. It was obvious that he had planned this beforehand.
Carthage was helping him make up his mind … cutting off his only way out.
He did not suspect that the other party was lying to him. With their current status, these things could be easily found out. He was worried about other aspects.
"It seems that I underestimated this guy's viciousness …"
"I heard that you used to be a pilot and then changed to an Energy Machinist? Is that right? "Carthage asked calmly. The smile on his face disappeared.
"Yes." Garon's face twitched as he answered in a low voice. Sure enough, this fellow had thoroughly investigated his background.
"You still have a younger brother, a lover, and relatives alive. That's great." Carthage sighed. "Unfortunately, my relatives have died a long time ago …"
Garon's gaze was slightly cold. He did not speak. This guy was threatening him. He was clearly threatening him.
"Are you interested in regaining the strength of a pilot?" At this moment, Carthage's words finally revealed his true intentions.
"If I wasn't forced, I would have been an Inherited Level pilot now!" Garon answered in a low voice. "That's my pursuit and dream!"
Carthage smiled mysteriously.
"In this period of time, help me kill people."
Was it not enough? Killing the Second Elder's grandson was not enough to gain the other party's trust?
Garon knew that he was walking on a tightrope. If he was not careful, he would be crushed. Carthage was hiding too many things. This old monster who had lived for at least a thousand years had many tricks up his sleeve.
However, in order to improve himself in the shortest time possible, Garon knew that he had no other choice.
"Alright."
He answered in a low but firm voice.
*****
In the following period of time, more than a month had passed.
Every day, Garon would act together with Carthage. Every time, they would go to different places through the Warp Portal. They would kill, kill, and kill again!
Garon felt that his blade was stained with all kinds of fresh blood. Many, many people would pounce on Carthage as if he had killed their father the moment they saw him. There were also many people who would turn around and run away as if they had seen a ghost when they saw him.
However, it was useless. Garon would kill them one by one.
Later on, he gradually found out what kind of people he had killed.
Those were some small sects of Energy Machinists. Yes, they were all sects.
Under the suppression of Carthage's Non-falling Level, the lives of these small sects were constantly harvested by Garon. Sometimes, they would encounter some stronger sects. However, it did not matter. These sects were far from the level of the Chixue Sect. It was easy for Garon to kill them all alone.
There was no such thing as good or evil. There was no such thing as bloodshed.
Garon knew that he had to gain Carthage's trust at this time. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.
He slaughtered one sects after another, leaving no survivors.
Finally, one night, Carthage appeared in front of Garon again.
"Be prepared. This is a big operation."
"A big operation?" Garon's closed eyes opened slightly. He found that the black fog in his Gene Pane was gradually dyed red as the number of people he killed increased. It seemed to be dissipating.
At this moment, he raised his head and stared at Carthage.
"What kind of opponent?"
"Blue Frost Sect," Carthage's smiling face looked as terrifying as a devil under the faint green firelight.
At this moment.
Garen's heartbeat seemed to have skipped a beat.
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