It was said that when one's dark powers reached a certain level, the corresponding skills would be activated.
Footwork, offense, defense, and collateral skills all had very detailed branches. Among the footwork, there was a high-level movement technique called Hei Yue.
This technique allowed people to greatly increase their movement and reaction speed as long as they were within the range of their dark powers. The power was terrifying.
Lin Sheng's dark power techniques were still at a very rough stage, and he was only using the most basic techniques to manipulate dark powers. There was no difference.
But even so, his movement speed was far beyond the range of normal techniques.
It was all because his body was too strong, and he could directly use the dark powers as a jet, and push it behind him, and he could achieve incredible movement speed.
A few seconds later, outside the Soul Fortress.
He caught up with Margret, who was about to leave in her car.
Lin Sheng did not go up to talk to her. Instead, he simply threw a piece of paper that he had written earlier at Marguerite through the car window.
He then turned and left.
The paper had clearly stated what kind of opportunity he would give her, and whether she would come or not, it was all up to her.
Lin Sheng had no shortage of test subjects. It would be best if she came, but if she did not, he could always find someone else to try.
Inside the car window.
Margret stared in shock at the white paper that flew through the window and landed in front of her.
An ordinary piece of white paper could actually penetrate the bulletproof window and hover in front of her without a sound.
This level of strength was definitely not at a level that she could achieve.
She calmed herself down, opened the paper, and looked at it carefully.
"If you are not willing to accept your fate, then come here. Maybe you will have a chance to break free. "
Below was an address.
"188 Redflow Street."
Margret put away the paper, sneered, and was about to throw it away.
However, the strong unwillingness in her heart made her involuntarily tighten her grip on the slip of paper, holding it in her hand.
There was a long silence.
Her expression changed slightly, and she closed her eyes.
"Maybe I should give it a try before I leave, and give myself a chance?" She could not help but think of such a thing.
What if there was a way to turn things around? The address was not some remote place, and it was a busy city, very safe.
Once such a wishful thinking arose, it could not be dropped.
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Lin Sheng's real target was not Marguerite.
It was someone else.
The man's name was Madillan Icebell.
His position was an inconspicuous old professor in the logistics department of Baine University.
As a professor, he was once a member of the school's powerful five-winged formation. Unfortunately, that was a long time ago.
He was now more than 190 years old. The severe injuries he had sustained during the battles many years ago had greatly reduced his physiological lifespan. His strength had also dropped by too much.
He dropped from five wings to three wings.
Every once in a while, he would have to go to the hospital in Asterism for regular maintenance of his internal organs and to have his body checked.
Three meals a day, he had to take a large number of pills, capsules, and tablets that he couldn't even count.
He was too old, too weak.
Perhaps in a few more years, he would end up like the other Darksiders, dying of old age at home, without a single person to bury him.
Without children or grandchildren, he might have had a comfortable life when he was young, but in his later years, he didn't have anyone he could trust. And it would become more and more miserable.
Today, he brought the food from the cafeteria back to the teacher's dormitory as usual. He closed the door and was about to sit down to eat.
On the wooden table where he usually ate his meals, there was a white slip of paper.
"A note?" Madillan reached out his hand, trembling, and opened it.
"If you don't want to accept your fate, then come here. Maybe you will have a chance to break free. "
The address below was a place he was very unfamiliar with.
"Whose prank is this?" Madillan sneered and threw the note aside.
He was too old, too tired, and no longer had the curiosity of his youth.
But just as he threw the note away, the note suddenly ignited and lit up with a faint dark red flame.
In less than a second, the entire note turned into ashes, and the ashes dissipated without a trace.
Madillan suddenly came to his senses, and his heart sank when he saw the scene.
He did not sense any dark energy reaction at all. Even if his total amount of dark energy had fallen to Three Wing, the realm and skills of a Five Wing were still there.
If someone wanted to play tricks at such a close distance with him, an expert of this level would definitely not play such a silly joke with an old man like him.
There was a long silence.
He slowly picked up the spoon and began to eat.
"Maybe … I should go take a look?"
As he recalled the address, a trace of curiosity and anticipation rose in his heart.
He really, really did not want to die.
No.
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At night.
Lin Sheng carefully removed a wriggling mass of meat from the experiment vessel, put it into the energy field reaction chamber, closed it, and began to extract the air.
"Change the environment and continue to measure the index."
He was studying the flesh he had taken off his body.
After the Crag Dragon's bloodline had strengthened his flesh, its vitality had reached an unimaginable level.
He was testing the resistance and activity of his flesh in different environments, which determined whether he could survive and adapt to the harsh environment.
Looking at his flesh that was entering the vacuum environment, Lin Sheng felt the state of his body at the same time.
A large amount of Holy Power was constantly in a state of replenishment. This Holy Power was overbearingly and madly strengthening every inch of his flesh and organs.
The same was true for the Crag Dragon blood. It was also continuously producing blood through the bone marrow, rapidly transforming the internal structure of the body. It made the body more suitable for the Crag Dragon blood.
"My body's strength will soon go up another level. In another two days, I will be able to increase my dark energy by another level, and increase my Saint power. But my dark energy skills should also keep up, so I won't be training the total amount of dark energy this time. It's mainly to train my skills and secret techniques. "
Lin Sheng had made arrangements in his mind in advance. He was almost a Four Wing Darksider, and he still had to use the basic thread technique. How embarrassing!
Besides, this time, Saint power should officially break through Level 11.
Level 11 was a watershed, and for Blackfeather City, this was the threshold that the lowest level of councilors had to reach.
"Based on the Steel Lord's comparison, my body's strength will increase again. By then, just the Crag Dragon blood alone should give me the defense of a Five Wing. While I don't have any other talents, a strong defense is better than anything else. "
His blood was almost Five Wing, and his dark energy was Four Wing. He did not count Saint power because he did not know how strong a Level 11 Paladin was.
Blackfeather City did not have any memory of such a powerful person.
He was thinking about how to combine the three major systems to form a unique combat system of his own.
* Hiss … *
Suddenly, the mass of flesh in the vacuum began to secrete a layer of pale yellow stone, and completely wrapped itself up.
Lin Sheng quickly turned on the radiological fluoroscopic machine, and with his dragon eye, he quickly saw the changes inside.
"Huh? Where did this energy come from? So much increase in strength? "He was a little stunned as he looked at the rising numbers on the detector.
It was in the double digits of fifty just now, and now it had jumped to more than three hundred, which was six times the previous number!
More importantly, even Lin Sheng did not know where the shell formed by the energy absorbed by the flesh came from.
"This ability …" Lin Sheng could vaguely feel that this was the true power of the Crag Dragon bloodline that he carried.
But he did not have the inheritance, and could not master it.
"Inheritance …" He suddenly reached out and pulled out a colorful diamond-shaped crystal from the pocket of his white coat.
This was the mysterious Crag Dragon's Crystal.
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