Ya Erlin's sharp eyes noticed that some of the roots of the black hair were connected to the black wires that had drilled out of the sand. It was like an electric wire had been connected. The flow of air around the edges of the connection increased sharply, and a cold and strange energy stirred up a cyclone in the surroundings.
Broodmother Guard: Accelerator!
Information about the Second Guard appeared in Yarlin's mind. His lips curled into a smile. The Second Guard's ability was indeed related to the Devil Fruit's ability. It could provide an acceleration.
Now, he was using the touch of the hair to transmit the acceleration to the Broodmother, stimulating the Broodmother to expand its radius under the sand at 20 times the normal speed, which was the radius of the Broodmother's devouring range.
Yarlin's eyes gradually focused on the snake birthmark on the Broodmother's neck. He could feel a cold and eerie energy coming from there. It was faintly resonating with the tattoo on his body, but it had yet to show its full effect.
Mental Strength: 20
Nerve Conduction Rate: 20
Bone Hardness: 70
Muscle Activity: 70
Blood Density Flow Rate: 40
Seed Breaking Stage – Mature Stage (Progress Bar: 231000000)
Absorption Distribution Points (35.9)
Ability:
[Malice Thoughts: A Crimson Malice Spider formed from malice resides in your eyes. It can evoke the deepest fear in a human's heart. After consuming the malice of a female ghost, it gains the ability to mark death and curse.] (The next level requires 100 absorption points and 3 resentments that have not been extinguished.)
Shadow Scar (Incomplete): A mark of shadow and death. Current attribute: Low density pollution. Incomplete. (The next level requires 100 Bone Hardness, 100 Muscle Activity, 100 Blood Density Flow Rate.)
Yarlin blinked. He had an answer in his heart. 'It should be because the Shadow Scar is still incomplete. If I want to upgrade it to the next level, I will need another 100 absorption points.'
Sometimes, he would also speculate that if he had chosen the "individual" evolution path back then, what kind of qualitative leap would the ability he absorbed have, instead of staying at the current stage forever. Of course, this was only an occasional thought. He firmly believed that the "army" would be a more promising path, and more suitable for his development.
Yarlin stood in front of the control panel, the entire Naval Branch appeared in front of his eyes. He slowly opened his arms, and his dream-like voice seemed to descend on the ears of every Marine. The voice seemed to echo from a distant place, but also like someone whispering in their ears.
"Feel it, gather under the army's flag, this is an unprecedented rebirth!" Yare suddenly spread her arms, dark lines flowing in her eyes.
A dangerous and strange aura seeped out from the ground. A sandstorm suddenly surged in the base. Black silk threads surged out from the sandstorm and spread towards the buildings shrouded in the darkness.
Chi!
Chi!
Chi!
In their sleep, the Marines were pierced by the black threads one by one. Then, like marionettes, they sat up in bed. Their bodies crackled with the sound of bones and muscles rubbing against each other. There was a trace of dark lines in their eyes that were hidden very deeply.
Occasionally, there would be a few scattered screams, but they were quickly annihilated by the silence. Moritou suddenly opened his eyes. He heard a scream of horror, and then he saw a black thread coming in from under the door. He swallowed hard and suppressed the fear in his heart. He recognized that black thread, it was Colonel Yarlin's ability. He stood up and took the initiative to greet it with a fanatical look in his eyes.
"We are the last justice, we will walk through the abyss of darkness until we swallow the light of the old era and bring a new order." Moritou recited the oath of the "Freemasonry". He stared blankly as the black thread slowly pierced his forehead. In his eyes, he seemed to see Yarlin's figure walking towards him. The dark and deep shadow walked into his body step by step and merged into one.
"So that's how it is, interesting!"
Yarlin's mouth evoked a smile. He felt the feedback of all the black threads. All the people who resisted the transformation eventually had their original memories and personality erased directly and were completely transformed into loyal killing machines; and those who were obedient and even accepted the transformation, their memories seemed to have been filtered, and the fanaticism imprinted in the depths of their memories was retained. Moreover, this part of the transformation body had a greater improvement. It seems that the loss during the transformation process was reduced.
The only pity was that, limited to their own physical qualities, none of the transformed bodies had the potential to evolve. All the transformed bodies were "unevolvable". This made Yarlin's face slightly dark, and he realized the preciousness of evolvable units.
"The enhancement of transformation is to excavate their original potential to the extreme, but there is no way to break through their own limits. If they have the potential to evolve, then they have the potential to evolve. If they don't, then they don't. It can't be given out of thin air. From the current point of view, because of the devil fruit, the ability user must be a unit that can evolve." Yarlin quickly came to a conclusion with a high probability in his mind. "But fortunately, with the core advantage shared by the legion, as long as my strength as the mother continues to improve, even if there is no unevolvable transformation body, I will eventually get a terrifying bonus effect. In the end, I will be promoted to a terrifying height."
"One person is an army!" Yarlin licked his lips and muttered to himself.
In the dark night, countless black threads slowly withdrew and retracted under the sand layer on the ground. The entire naval base fell into a dark silence again, but the breath floating in the air seemed to be deeper and more dangerous.
…
Under the gloomy night, obviously not everything was really quiet.
Standing on the top of the building, he gently raised his broad palm, and the notebook he got from Kelumn was scattered in the air. Then, it was torn into pieces by the sand around him and scattered into the night with the wind.
"How does it feel to touch it?" Sha Crocodile looked down at the city under his feet.
"The attack failed. Although Colon was killed as soon as possible, I'm afraid that the replacement, Colonel Yarlin, already knows the existence of the Baroque Studio." The woman shrouded in darkness faintly said, "It's just that, for the time being, it's not clear what the other party's attitude is. Mr. 2 didn't get any useful information from the other party. Obviously, this Colonel is much more sophisticated than Colon, and much more difficult to deal with."
Crocodile was silent and didn't speak immediately. After a while, he said faintly, "I hope he is smart enough!"
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