This piece of dragon crystal was a special treasure that Lin Sheng had accidentally obtained before, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he tried. It would always appear in the most convenient place for Lin Sheng's hands.
"What a pity, if I could cut this thing with tools and instruments, I might be able to find out what secrets are hidden inside."
Lin Sheng recalled the process of the meat forming the stone armor, if he could figure out the principle of the meat, it might be more helpful for the analysis of the dragon crystal.
He carefully took out the meat and put it in the freezer. Then he cleaned up everything on the table.
"It's almost time." Lin Sheng glanced at the black and white round clock hanging on the wall.
He walked out of the basement, and his spirit power sensed that in the courtyard not far away, there were two people waiting calmly and quietly at the gate.
One of these two people was Margret. The other was a frail old man with pale skin and hair.
"Early?" Lin Sheng withdrew his gaze.
He didn't rush over immediately, but first confirmed the time, and there were still two minutes to the appointed time.
He first went to another room, put on the clothes that he had prepared in advance, and then summoned the divine spell Armor of Dawn, covering his whole body completely.
The divine spell Armor of Dawn could hide the state of the holy light, but it would reduce a small part of the recovery resistance.
But in this way, without the continuous beam of light shining down from above, the whole armor was like a set of exquisite custom-made ancient armor, only covering the whole body.
"It's almost time."
Lin Sheng looked at his reflection in the mirror.
In the mirror, there was a holy knight in silver heavy armor.
The surface of the heavy armor was as smooth as a mirror, without a scratch. It looked like some kind of heavy alloy of the highest quality.
The heavy knight in the mirror, not only his hands and feet were covered, even his whole head was completely wrapped in a helmet.
Only the long black hair behind his back. It was scattered over his shoulders.
Lin Sheng pulled a pure white cloak from the side with satisfaction and buckled it on his shoulders. The cloak had a light gold simple pattern. It was a huge golden sun that looked like a spiked ball.
After putting on the cloak, he shook it lightly and strode out of the room. His figure flickered and suddenly disappeared.
This was because the speed was so fast that ordinary people could not see it with their naked eyes, and it was a phenomenon of visual teleportation.
With just a dash and a leap, Lin Sheng crossed two houses and landed in the courtyard where he had agreed to meet with someone.
Standing in the middle of the courtyard, he strode into the living room and waved his hand.
In an instant, pure Saint power turned into specks of light and slowly dispersed around the courtyard. As the Saint power spread out, all the filthy and cold aura in the surroundings were cleansed and purified.
The temperature in the courtyard seemed to rise by more than one level.
"It's almost done." Lin Sheng saw that the preparations were almost done. He flicked his finger at the entrance of the courtyard.
Crack.
The door automatically unlocked and slowly opened inward.
Standing outside the door was none other than Margaret, who had originally planned to leave today.
Her long blonde hair was let loose, and she wore an ordinary black shirt and white trousers. She looked valiant and tall. At this moment, he was staring suspiciously at the interior of the courtyard.
Beside her was another person, Madillan Icebell.
This old and frail old professor was looking up at the opened courtyard door with his hands clasped behind his back. His face was expressionless.
If Marguerite could be said to be slightly nervous, then he was as calm as the surface of a lake. He was calm, patient, and determined.
This old man, who was nearing the end of his life, wore a meticulous and exquisite gray suit. His shoes were polished, and his hair was neatly tied back. He gave off a simple, capable, and serious aura.
The two of them did not speak to each other, but just looked at the courtyard inside.
Creak.
The door slowly opened to the fullest.
"Please come in. The two of you. "A deep and clear voice came from inside.
But what made the two of them slightly moved was that the voice seemed to appear directly in their ears. As if it did not pass through a transmission medium.
While Margaret was still slightly hesitating, Madillan had already stepped through the door with slow and steady steps, and walked calmly towards the living room.
Margaret's eyes flickered when she saw this, and finally followed him into the courtyard.
Just as she entered the courtyard, the door behind her slowly moved without any wind, and closed with a click.
She paused for a moment, looked back at the door, and finally, without hesitation, followed into the living room.
In the living room, the light was a little dim, but they could still see a tall, burly man in white armor standing quietly in the main hall.
The man's back was facing the two, and the white cloak behind him hung on the ground. There was a delicate golden spike pattern in the middle of the cloak. It looked like the sun.
"Are you the one who sent the letter to me?" Madillan asked unhurriedly.
The man was tall, with broad shoulders and a broad body, like a high wall, standing there quietly. Calm, powerful, and unshakable.
Both of them could clearly sense an enormous, volcanic energy slowly flowing and condensing from the man's body.
This energy was pure and domineering, repelling all other energy and suppressing all other abilities.
Even the dark energy in their bodies was suppressed to a certain extent and could not leave the surface of their bodies.
Amidst the clanking sound of armor, the man slowly turned around and looked at the two.
His head was wrapped in a white helmet full of ferocious spikes, and his overall appearance looked like a dragon beast with its mouth wide open, revealing its jagged fangs.
Just by looking at him, Margaret and Madillan felt a slight pain in their eyes, as if they were being pricked by needles.
"My name is the Holy Emperor."
The man answered slowly and in a low voice.
He did not speak again, and suddenly raised his hand.
Bam!
A dazzling white light suddenly exploded and shot out from his palm.
Pure and gentle Saint power surged out like waves, and instantly enveloped the two.
A large amount of Saint power that was far beyond their ability to resist began to wrap around the two, and quickly seeped into their bodies through their skin and respiratory tract.
At the same time, a wonderful warm and comfortable feeling enveloped the two, and they could not help but let their guard down, wanting to immerse themselves in this comfort.
"Can you feel it? This is the power that can give you hope again. "A dark red figure slowly walked out from the shadows in the corner.
Only then did Margaret react, and found that the man who called himself the Holy Emperor had disappeared without her noticing.
In his place was a man in red armor who had just walked out from the shadows.
The man was also wrapped in armor, and only a pair of pale green eyes could be seen.
"Who are you?!" Margaret quickly asked.
At the same time, the Saint power around her also quickly faded and disappeared. If not for the fact that her body felt much more relaxed, she would have even suspected that the scene just now was an illusion.
Many Darksiders who were good at illusions could also deceive the senses to such a degree.
"It's not a hallucination." Madillan answered her doubts in a low voice, with a complicated tone of voice.
"My body, is at least three years younger!" He moved his arms, feeling the vitality that he hadn't felt in a long time, once again being added to this withered body.
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