Ding.
Garon gently put the tweezers back into the glass bottle.
Looking at the silver-white oval shoulder armor in front of him, he exhaled slightly.
He picked up a white cloth from the side and carefully wiped off the stains on the surface of the shoulder armor.
"There really is a flaw …" He frowned and muttered softly. "The Green Vine Sphere's foundation can only support fifty-three pieces of Zibane's Power. It can only create fifty-three sets of weapons or armor to be totemized. No wonder … No wonder there are only two hundred Black Fire Guards. This is the best result after Avic used the most advanced technology and meticulously matched them. An amplification close to four times is already shocking enough. "
"Two hundred Black Fire Guards, giving up their control, can obtain two hundred sets of Black Fire Armor. Giving normal people the nature of totemic power. This is the foundation, in which only people with strong willpower and strong bodies can truly activate the Black Fire Armor. "
Garon picked up the shoulder armor in front of him and carefully looked at the surface. The densely packed silver dots that appeared slightly on the surface were the characteristics of the activated Zibane's Power.
"Zibane's Power requires a strong willpower to activate, the stronger the willpower, the more power it can control, the stronger the Zibane's activity, and the more infectious it is. This is a virtuous cycle, like a seed, it can absorb more matter from the outside world, making the body and armor stronger. "
He put down the shoulder armor.
"Avic gave up this potential, in exchange for the absolute loyalty of the corpse-like Black Fire Guards. But this kind of tolerance is still too small. "He shook his head. "If people with weak willpower get the armor, the final result will be to be swallowed by Zibane's Power and become a living dead. They will lose all their individuality. This thing seems to be very dangerous. "
He began to think about how to deal with this high danger, after thinking for a while, he came up with more than ten plans, but he had no clue. Vanderman had studied this level for so many years, but there was no result. So many people in the Royal Alliance of Luminarists also had no results, he alone naturally could not even touch the edges.
"Forget it, since you want power, you must be aware of the price you have to pay." Garon let out a sigh of relief.
Two hundred sets of Blackfire Heavy Armor could be used to select two hundred people to be the carriers of the Blackfire Heavy Armor and walk on the path of strengthening oneself.
Perhaps this way, Garon wouldn't be able to command these people absolutely. He would only have the right to take back the Zibane's power, but if they were strengthened to a very high degree, even if they were taken back, the strengthened power would still exist. After being changed by Silvan, the nature of his body would not change.
In other words, it was just that most of his power had been taken back, and there was still some left.
This way, his control over his subordinates would not be as strict as before.
But Garon didn't care.
What he wanted was strength, strength that was powerful enough. Whether or not he could control it would depend on his own ability.
Bang, bang, bang.
Suddenly, a rhythmic knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
"What is it?"
He asked impatiently.
"Palace … Palace Master, there is a group of people … They are carrying a heavily injured woman to you. They say that she is an old friend of yours." The maidservant replied loudly with a trembling voice.
"Old friend?" Garon closed his eyes and collected his thoughts. With a swish, he pulled the curtain from the right.
He walked to the door and opened it. Outside stood a little maidservant whose legs were trembling. She was dressed in white and didn't even dare to raise her head. It was obvious that she had just entered the palace and was no more than eleven or twelve years old.
After Garon opened the door, he carefully sized up this little girl. Just as he was about to speak.
"Don't … Don't eat me!!" The little girl was so frightened that she sat on the ground. "Palace Master … I beg you, I was wrong! I know I was wrong!! I won't dare to do it again!! "
Garon's face darkened. He was just surprised that the Blackfire Palace had a new maidservant, so he looked at her for a little longer and scared her to this extent. This girl probably thought that he was looking at her to find a place with the most meat to eat.
This girl seemed to be used to being bullied. She didn't even know what was going on and hurriedly admitted her mistake.
"Damn it, rumors kill people!" He cursed softly.
"Bring me there!" He shouted at the little maidservant.
The little girl quickly got up from the ground and ran out of the inner palace with Garon trembling all over.
Garon chased after her speechlessly.
In the side hall of the Blackfire Palace, after the little girl brought Garon there, she ran away like a wisp of smoke.
Not only was Garon speechless, the group of people in the side hall were also speechless.
This was a group of men and women dressed in black. A white leopard head was engraved on their arms and clothes.
They were led by a young man and a young woman. On the ground beside them was a simple stretcher. On it lay an unconscious woman with a sallow complexion.
Garon glanced over and was slightly stunned.
"Angel?!"
He recognized that the woman on the stretcher was the fugitive woman, Angel, whom he knew in Iron Tank City.
She had even provided raw materials for the Trejons Family in the Imperial Capital.
"How did she become like this?!" Garon hurriedly walked over and squatted beside the stretcher. He began to carefully examine Angel's condition.
This made the group of people at the side heave a sigh of relief. Their originally fearful faces looked much better.
"So the Palace Master really knows teacher!" The young man who led the group, or rather the boy, took a step forward and said. "We are from the Black Panther Mercenary Group. Commander Angel is our teacher. I am Gracie and she is Hill. "
He had a light green soft beard on his lips and short brown hair. He couldn't be more than eighteen years old, but his face was filled with determination and paleness. He seemed to have lost a lot of blood. At this moment, the boy was looking at Garon somewhat anxiously.
"I beg you, I beg you to save teacher!" The girl at the side had a red ponytail. She was sobbing and couldn't help but beg Garon. "We have thought of every method and tried all kinds of medicine! All the hospitals said that there was no hope. "
"What are you crying for! How can I save her if you don't tell me the details?! "Garon looked at the much calmer boy, Gracie." You tell me! "
The boy nodded heavily.
"Teacher went out last month. I heard that she was going to do something with a few old friends. We didn't expect that after she came back two days ago, she would fall down and fall unconscious. At first, we thought that she was poisoned, but no hospital or Luminarist could detect that she was poisoned. Then, we thought that her brain was injured, but the Luminarist who specializes in treating brain diseases was useless. They couldn't find any injuries. "
"What did Angel say before she fainted? Did she ask you to come to me? "Garon asked in a low voice.
"Teacher didn't say anything. She just looked very tired, as if she hadn't rested well for many days." The boy shook his head. "As for coming to find you, Palace Master, teacher didn't even mention this. It was from the seniors in the group that we found out that teacher and Palace Master were friends. We really couldn't find a way, so we decided to come and beg you. "
"Well done." Garon patted the boy's shoulder. "Calm in the face of danger, very good!"
He lowered his head again to check on Angel's condition.
The originally plump Angel was now as thin as a bag of bones. There were no abnormalities in her blood flow. There were no signs of poison in her body. Her brain was sleeping like a normal person, completely normal.
"Aiya, this person is going to die." The boy's voice suddenly came from behind Garon.
"Do you know what the problem is?" Garon was used to the boy's sudden appearance and disappearance, so he asked without turning his head.
However, the rest of the people were so scared that they quickly moved aside. Some of the timid members swallowed their saliva and stared at the boy in fear.
The boy was chewing on a lollipop, squatting beside the stretcher like Garon. His two hands were shaking, waving around.
He frowned and touched Angel's forehead.
"She's having a nightmare." After a while, he said with certainty.
"A nightmare? You mean she was pulled into a nightmare and can't wake up? "Garon asked.
"Maybe. Someone planted the seed of a nightmare in her body. She didn't realize it, and then she fell into it. "The boy shrugged, looking like a little adult.
"How do we solve it?" Garon asked directly.
"It's very simple. You need to get rid of that nightmare seed, but this kind of seed will usually automatically hide in her most secret place." The boy pursed his lips. "Let's see who can find it."
"Get rid of the nightmare seed?" Garon stood up and thought for a while. "I'll do it."
"What are you going to do?" The boy looked at Garon curiously. "If her seed burrows into the most secret place, then you'll have to take responsibility."
"There's no need to go through so much trouble," Garon said lightly.
With a lift of his foot, Angel, who was on the stretcher, was instantly lifted into the air amidst everyone's cries of surprise. She kept rolling in the air.
It was as if she was suspended in front of Garon.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh … Her body rolled violently, bringing with it the sound of wind.
Bam!
Garon suddenly slapped Angel's shoulder. He instantly froze her and grabbed her in the air.
Bam bam bam!!
Continuous applause rang out between the two of them.
Garon's palm landed on unimportant places on Angel's body.
Every palm caused Angel's body to tremble violently. Some small items fell out of her body and scattered in all directions.
This was a high-level technique in the Secret Technique, Shock.
Using it in this place, with a little skill, it could shock out all the hidden items.
This was a technique used in the Secret Technique World to remove the hidden weapons and poisonous needles hidden in the bodies of the Death Warriors. It was perfect for Garon to use it here.
Soon, fewer and fewer items were shaken out. Even the clothes on the outside were loosened and about to fall off.
Slap!
A small purple dot suddenly fell out from the bottom of Angel's shirt.
Bam!
Garon lifted Angel with both palms and gently placed her back on the stretcher. His strength was extremely gentle. It showed an extremely high level of strength control.
"This is it."
The boy picked up the small purple dot. It was an oval-shaped plant seed, just like a soybean, but with a different color.
Garon and the others looked at Angel again. Sure enough, her complexion was much better. She was not as haggard as before.
The boy took the seed, wiped it on his clothes, and threw it directly into his mouth.
Crunch!
"It seems like something strange is flowing out. But it's okay. It's the same even if you chew it up." He chewed a few times and swallowed it with a gulp.
The group, including Garon, looked at him speechlessly.
"You're … okay??!" The red-haired girl stared at the boy in horror.
"I'm okay?" The boy took out a handful of purple seeds from his pocket. "I still have some. Do you want them? They taste good. "
The group was dumbfounded.
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