He watched as Carthage left quickly and disappeared into the distant sky.
Garon felt an indescribable heaviness in his heart.
"It's still not enough …" Non-falling Level was an existence that he used to look up to, but now, he was still a small fry in the eyes of others.
He thought of the mysterious steeple of the Chixue Sect, the Fermium Cloud Tower above Naga. The Chixue Sect was a sect created by the Secret Technique experts after they came to this world, and the Fermium Cloud Tower was said to be a relic left behind by the Chixue Sect when they were at their most glorious, and there were still many mysterious things left inside.
"There's also the Frost Hell. I'll go to the Frost Hell first and observe the Frost Secret Seed. After that, I'll go directly to the Fermium Cloud Tower and observe the ceremony!" Garon made the arrangements.
Looking at the Flawless Plate in his hand, Garon sat down cross-legged again. The joy of breaking through was instantly suppressed by Carthage.
The Flawless Plate was similar to a very ordinary blue plate. There were silver lines engraved on it, and he could not tell what use it had. If it was thrown into an antique auction, perhaps no one would be able to tell that it was the core of a Level Eight expert's body.
However, such a seemingly ordinary thing could actually support everything of a Level Eight expert.
Garon made all the werewolves spread out far away and continued to protect this place.
He gently stroked the Flawless Plate, feeling the silver patterns on it.
After the Mirror of True Martial Arts, it was the Plate Realm. Garon had no clue. He was not a real top genius with the highest comprehension. He was only an expert who relied on the terrifying devouring ability of the Hellfrost Peacock Technique to forcefully level up.
He had not even reached the Mirror of True Martial Arts' Silver Mirror, let alone the Plate Realm.
At least the Ancient Endor civilization did not have the Plate Realm. They purely used Living Secret Techniques and Dead Secret Techniques as their foundation. Now that his Hellfrost Peacock Technique was completed, he already had the qualifications of an Army Level expert. This was the strongest expert in the Ancient Endor civilization, second only to the True Soul and Demon Lord Level.
"According to the division of realms in this world, the Mirror of True Martial Arts should be a fusion of everything in itself, hatching and deriving a new trace of power that has undergone a qualitative change. Meanwhile, the Mirror of True Martial Arts uses this trace of power to fuse with the outside world, achieving the effect of controlling part of the power of the universe. Garon connected all the known information in his mind and began to analyze the level of the judgment disk.
"Carthage said that the Flawless Disk can control a thousandfold gravity. Clearly, my conjecture is very accurate. However, the details should be much more complicated. " Garon didn't even have a silver mirror, let alone a plate. After studying for half a day, he didn't gain anything. Instead, he felt strangely restless.
This caused him to be slightly surprised. He quickly withdrew his thoughts and stopped paying attention to the Flawless Plate.
Beep beep … Beep beep …
Suddenly, a contact request appeared in his Energy Machine Imprint.
Garon glanced at her. It was actually the woman from the Remora Business Alliance whom he had met the last time he came back. Her name was Sandor, and Garon still remembered that she was the one who had given him his spaceship.
"Oh, it's Miss Sandor. We haven't talked for a long time." He opened the communication channel.
"Yes, it's been more than a year." Sandor's face appeared in front of Garon. She was still full of heroic spirit. "Mr. Garon, we've found a lot of the Holy Tree Branches that you need. They're now being sent to your Chixue Star. Please check and receive them! "
"How timely!" Garon suddenly smiled. "I was just worrying about the lack of Holy Tree Branches. You sent me a message saying that you've found them. I'll transfer the account over."
"There's no rush. Let's check the goods first before paying." Sandor waved her hand. "This is a small matter. However, I do have a small favor that I need your help with."
"Please tell me." The other party had helped him a lot and even sent him a spaceship. Garon should at least express his gratitude.
"It's like this. One of my younger siblings wants to go to the City of Nagadako to witness the Energy Machinist Grand Event. I wonder if Mr. Garon …" Sandor said embarrassedly.
As a businessman, the Business Alliances that were not ranked in the top ten did not even have the qualifications to observe. Energy Machinists were rich and powerful. Any Level Eight or Level Nine Energy Machinist was much richer than a Business Alliance. Even pilots who had not reached Inherited Level did not have much status in the world of Energy Machinists. They were not even comparable to a Level Five Energy Machinist. Not to mention her Remodo Business Alliance.
If Sandor had not come into contact with an Energy Machinist like Garon, she probably would not have been able to attend this event.
"The Three Major Cities will hold the event at the same time. This is not a problem. I'll send my people to pick them up. Send the information over first. When the time comes, just contact my junior brother directly." Garon agreed readily. He directly gave Bänstad's contact number to the other party. After reminding him of the things to take note of, the two of them disconnected.
He then contacted Bänstad and asked him to pick up the incoming spaceship transport. At the same time, he told him about the matter.
"Why haven't I seen Hilco for a long time?" Garon suddenly remembered and asked casually.
Bainster's face was filled with resentment when he heard this.
"Sir, you only just remembered …? Hilco has been gone for a long time. "
"Left?" Garen really didn't notice and frowned when he heard this.
"Yes. Sir, you don't like her. She couldn't see any hope so naturally she left." Bänstad said frankly.
"What do you mean?" Garon was speechless. "Are there any changes in Naga now?"
"There are changes, and they are very big." At the mention of this, Bänstad's face suddenly became gloomy. "Many small and medium sects have been destroyed. I don't know who did it. The Alliance has already held a few meetings but they still could not make any effective measures. Also, the Dragon Eye Sect was destroyed not long ago."
"The Dragon Eye Sect was destroyed too?" Garon's heart sank. That was fast! Carthage was definitely not the only one who did it. There were still close to ten years until the extinction of the Energy Machinists in history. How could it start now?!
"Senior Brother, do you think the Chixue Sect will …" Bänstad's voice was cold. "There are already people in the sect who have secretly escaped, but they are all rich people who spent money to come here."
"I know what I'm doing. Just go and do what I've asked you to do. The other things will not affect the Chixue Sect for the time being. Don't worry, "Garon said calmly.
He recalled how mysterious Carthage had always been. He knew that Carthage was cultivating him now because his true identity had not been exposed. His relationship with the Red King had not been exposed. Once this relationship was exposed, perhaps the first person who would want to kill him would be Carthage.
Now, he was simply cultivating a reliable helper. But in the future, he could not be sure.
After disconnecting, Garon's face was gloomy. He picked up the Timeless Plate again, but still could not find any clues.
He let out a long sigh. He had completely given up.
"After all, I am not a true genius … Facing a mountain of treasures and not gaining anything."
Putting down the Timeless Plate, Garon stood up.
"Let's go to the Frost Hell first and observe the Secret Frost Seeds of the Chixue Sect's predecessors. Maybe we will gain something."
Leaping up, Garon released a force field out of thin air to support his body in mid-air. The force field directly offset gravity and flew in the direction of the headquarters.
The werewolves below looked up and knelt on the ground, looking pious.
"Farewell, Master."
Voices rose one after another from below.
Garen looked down and saw that Turing was instructing the werewolves and the members of the sect to pour high-energy mineral crystals into a huge pit. These were things that they had mined from other places. They had spent thousands of Gold Crystals and were very valuable. It was equivalent to the annual income of some countries. Only this little bit was extracted.
Garon saw Turing kneeling on the ground in front of him from afar, praying respectfully.
He shook his head. These werewolves had already regarded him as the most noble and incomparable God. He corrected them a few times and was too lazy to care. It was useless.
He returned his attention to the Frost Hell. This was the highest palace of the Chixue Sect. It was much more precious than the Ancestral Hall and the Great Wall Library. If he wanted to enter, he had to apply for permission from the three elders.
Without thinking much, he flew directly in the direction of the Great Elder.
"The Great Elder is cultivating in seclusion. Please do not disturb him." As soon as he entered the Great Elder's territory, the patrolling robot bird floating in the air warned him.
Garon frowned and retreated, then flew in the direction of the Third Elder.
In the forest, a white-clothed elder guard was in a dilemma.
"The Third Elder has not returned yet. Senior Brother, why don't you wait for him?"
"Gone out?" Garon frowned. "What about the Second Elder? Do you know the situation? "
"A little. The Second Elder seemed to have gone out with the Third Elder," the guard quickly replied.
"What a coincidence? The three elders are not here? "Garon felt that something was wrong." What about the Great Supervisors? "
There were many Great Supervisors and many experts in seclusion in the headquarters. There were more than ten of them. They could not have disappeared quietly, right?
"Half of the Great Supervisors are out. The rest are still in their respective jurisdictions."
"Got it. You may leave." Garon nodded. In addition, Carthage wanted him to go out and attend some ceremony. It was obvious that the main purpose was to send him away.
"Could it be that they are going to make a move on the Lord Guardian?" He guessed with a chill in his heart.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a violent heat flow spreading in his body. It was like a bomb that exploded at an extremely terrifying speed.
"It's the black pearl that I just ate!!" Garon immediately recalled the pearl that Carthage gave him. He did not expect it to only take effect now.
He staggered a few steps back. His face was green and white. His body was like gasoline that was ignited and started to burn in an instant.
"Is this the beginning of overdrawing my potential?!" He suppressed the flames fiercely and turned to fly in the direction of the Frost Hell. The aura on his body was surging wildly. The aura that had just reached the Non-Falling Level suddenly began to expand again.
Countless people's cries, screams, and roars rang in his ears. It was like an auditory hallucination. Garon's vision began to blur, and his ears began to lose their hearing.
"What a good body …" In a daze, he seemed to hear a cold voice echoing in his ears. "It must have been hard on Carthage to prepare such a good body for me …"
Boom!!
Thunder roared in the clear sky. Garon's body that was flying in the air suddenly froze and stopped in mid-air.
An unprecedented terrifying aura instantly locked him in place.
A small white person that was only the size of a child slowly appeared behind Garon. It was wearing a white technological armor with purple stripes. There were two horns on its head that looked like cow horns.
This small person's lips and eyes were purplish-black. It had an evil and cruel smile on its face. The strangest thing was that it only had three fingers on each of its hands and feet.
Raising its hand, the three thick fingers of the small person's right hand gently grabbed the back of Garon's head.
In an instant, its entire body melted into wisps of white smoke and quickly burrowed into the back of Garon's head.
"The prelude has begun! Hehehehe … "A sharp and terrifying laughter echoed in the air. However, other than Garon, no one else heard it.
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