"Heh, interesting, very interesting. I didn't expect to run into something so interesting in a small place like Huaisha. "The baldie scratched his head.
"Want to take a look? If there's a dark energy concealment method that even the Azurewing can't detect, it'll be very useful for us. "Kameh said seriously.
"In the video, the Huaisha gang leader even hired a Darksider. While it's only the weakest Shadowy tier, the opponent's speed and strength are a bit ridiculous."
The baldie briefly described the Sacred Shield Tyrant he saw.
Kameh did not care at first, but as the baldie's description became clearer, he got a little interested.
"Compared to our Six Wingers, what level do you think this white armored warrior belongs to?"
"Six Wingers? Not at the level of qualitative change, should still be at the level of Single Wing. Correspondingly, should be at the level of a Single Wing Darksider. "The baldie estimated.
"There are four tiers in the Darksider tier: Shadowy, Gray Shadow, Bloodshadow, and Night Shadow. You just put him at the top tier? Is it that bad in a small place?" Kameh was surprised.
"In terms of strength, speed, and resistance, he's not much different from the Bloodshadow." The baldie shook his head. "Tsk tsk … At this level, normal police bullets can't hurt him …"
"That's strange. This level of Darksider usually only appears at the provincial level." Kameh was puzzled.
"Who cares, I'll go there. We still need the White Tarots' strength. Their line of communication is very important to us. We need to keep it under control for now. As for the Darksider that killed Chen Hang, I hope he'll give me the aura concealment method when he dies. "
The baldie said no more and turned back to the cabin.
"Enough, it's cold! I have to go back. "
"Why are you here when you're cold?" Kameh was speechless.
"I hung a pair of underwear on the cannon barrel. Didn't we just fire? I'm here to see if it's dry." The baldie quickly went back to the cabin without looking back.
"…"
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"I've gotten stronger again …"
Lin Sheng sat cross-legged on his bed, feeling a slight pain in his knees.
"Didn't they say this position is the best for training? Why do I feel like my knees are hurting more and more after sitting for so long? "
He was a little puzzled. He had just fought the Venomancer with all his might, and he had only broken through to Saint Power after much difficulty.
At this moment, his lower abdomen was emitting a faint white light.
The ball of Saint power was like a perpetual motion machine, continuously emitting a faint white glow, nourishing his organs.
Even Lin Sheng felt a lot warmer.
"So this is Saint power … It's so powerful and warm." Lin Sheng felt like he was soaking in a hot spring with a temperature of around 40 degrees Celsius, and there was no water pressure pressing against his chest.
"No wonder so many people are obsessed with cultivation. This kind of happiness is unimaginable to most people. "Lin Sheng sighed as he began to study the use of this thing.
When he had clashed with the venomous sand, a large chunk of his blade had been chipped off, and the webbing between his thumb and forefinger had also been torn open.
At this moment, he quickly imagined the Saint Power flowing towards the wound.
Unfortunately, Saint Power did not budge from his abdomen. They didn't listen to orders at all.
"The Holy Bible I read back then didn't introduce the general knowledge of awakening Saint Power … This is troublesome …" Lin Sheng felt that this was a little tricky.
He began to try all kinds of methods.
For example, the Eye Illumination Technique.
Imagine releasing a ray of light from your eyes and shining it on Saint Power, letting it flow in the direction of your line of sight.
For example, manual massage.
Like squeezing a pimple, he tried to squeeze out some of Saint Power's strength.
Another example was the Silent Meditation Technique.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he imagined himself to be a patch of darkness, a patch of emptiness. He calmed his breathing, slowed it down, and in between inhaling and exhaling, there was a moment of eternity … "Eternity my ass!"
Lin Sheng couldn't help but jump off the bed and rub his knees. He felt that his synovitis was getting worse.
Recently, he had learned something about sitting cross-legged from the internet. As time went by, he found that his knees were getting more and more painful. Not only did the effects not appear, but the side effects appeared first.
"Forget it. It seems like I'll have to go in and take a look … and see if I can find any information related to Saint Power. "
In the end, Lin Sheng decided to start from the dream.
After all, no matter how talented or talented he was, it was impossible to surpass the countless people in the world in terms of the usage and research of Saint Power.
Taking off his jacket and turning off the light, Lin Sheng lay on his back on the bed. He only put his sneakers on the edge of the bed to avoid dirtying the bedsheets.
As his breathing slowly calmed down, he suddenly thought of his parents.
"If I'm found, my family will be in danger. So, I have to either get rid of the enemy and get rid of the hidden danger. Or I have to have enough strength to help me protect my family. Tomorrow, I'll go to the Iron Fist Society to take a look. "
The Iron Fist Society's Mr. Deathclaw had been in possession of the Ashen Seal for a few days now.
He was counting on the personal effects of Deathclaw to spread the word about the Iron Fist Society. To attract more and more powerful ultimate fighters.
These ultimate fighters were elites who had reached the limits of the human body. Their willpower was strong and unshakable. They were all talents.
"Sarroux has also been in possession of the Ashen Seal for some time now. Hopefully, he has some breakthroughs. My forces are still too small … "Lin Sheng thought helplessly.
The summoned creatures had no intelligence and were only combat machines. They could not carry out complicated missions.
So he needed someone to help him.
Besides, after witnessing the power of a group, Lin Sheng was extremely wary of this special power. Even if he was not good at it, he could not let others use this against him.
"Forget it, I'll stop thinking about it. It's time to start … "
Lin Sheng pushed away the messy thoughts in his mind and slowly closed his eyes.
* Tick tock tock tock … *
The second hand of the alarm kept ticking, making a soft sound.
Lin Sheng could feel the sound slowly getting further and further away.
He was like a drowning person sinking into the sea, looking up at the alarm clock above him while he continued to sink and sink.
The sound became smaller and smaller until it could no longer be heard.
After an unknown amount of time.
A blurry light appeared in front of Lin Sheng's eyes.
It was a faint golden light, like gold, but also like the sun.
* Ahhhhhh!!! *
A deafening roar came.
In the light, a figure covered in blood roared, roared, and rushed forward in a frenzy.
She was covered in blood, her steps were staggering, and the sword in her hand was full of cracks. The armor on her body had too much embedded into her body, and had long lost its defensive function.
"God, does not exist."
"Is that so? But I saw a miracle. "
"That is deception, a lie."
"But I saw a miracle."
"Ancellia, are you crazy …"
"But … I saw a miracle … Don't you think it's beautiful? Just like the side of Hill's face. "
Lin Sheng opened his eyes wide, trying to see more clearly, but unfortunately, his body seemed to have melted into the light, and he could not feel anything.
Even the concept of a body was gone.
"Go … go … find everything you believe in. Fairy tales, legends. Madness. There is always a glimmer of hope. "
A blurry blue-haired knight knelt on one knee, quietly waiting beside the roaring figure.
It wasn't just him, there were many more people who felt the same way.
Some of them were dressed in civilian clothes, some in aristocratic attire. There was also the mighty and majestic Sacred Shield Tyrant, and various armored warriors that Lin Sheng could not recognize at all.
The densely packed figures knelt on both sides of the roaring figure, like subjects who had been waiting for a long time, quietly watching the crazy figure covered in blood.
"Go."
"Go."
"Find the last ray of light …"
* Hiss … *
Lin Sheng half-knelt on the ground, holding the Wooden Shield in his hand, his throat felt extremely dry.
An inexplicable feeling of vomiting welled up from his stomach.
"What did I see just now? Resonating memories? "He suddenly froze, and stared blankly at the glowing purple stone in his hand.
At this time, the stone was releasing circles of faint white light.
The white light wrapped around the purple, continuously radiating warmth to the surroundings. Countless black lines were gushing out from the stone, drilling into his palm.
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