In Tang Qi's mind, the mechanical murmur was still echoing. Every time it sounded, the golden flame in Tang Qi's body became more intense. At this time, he was basically no different from a human-shaped sun. Fortunately, the doors and windows were closed tightly. , so as not to alarm anyone.
But Tang Qi himself could feel a strong premonition of crisis, and it became more and more urgent.
The source is the golden sun hanging high above the infinite universe.
It is getting brighter and brighter.
Tang Qi could feel that the light and heat that he was emitting were constantly converging with this golden sun.
But this is not a good thing. Tang Qi can't imagine what will happen if he doesn't make a choice before completely converging
Almost immediately, Tang Qi made a decision.
Advanced Forge Eye!
He doesn't have any other supporting inheritance, so he doesn't have a second choice.
As for the meditation method itself, there doesn't seem to be any tricks other than "adding fuel."
"hum"
Almost when Tang Qi made his decision, two fragments of information exploded in his mind.
That represents the two advanced directions that the Eye of the Furnace extends: shock and peace of mind.
The former, no doubt, will be the attack category.
The latter is likely to be an auxiliary class.
After hesitating for half a breath, Tang Qi made his final choice.
Attack class direction!
He is just pretending to be weak, but it doesn't mean he really wants to become a weak high school student. Since he can enhance his combat power, why should he choose support
When this thought flashed by, the golden sun hanging high above the infinite universe suddenly disappeared, but Tang Qi saw that within the darkness, a golden streamer suddenly projected into his body from the depths of the universe, galloping, The golden flames, which were surging but had no sense of direction, all found their targets at this moment.
Donkey's... eyes.
boom! boom! boom!
At this moment, his mind, which was originally in the darkness, returned to his body, and then he began to feel unprecedented scorching heat, which erupted in his eyes.
In my mind, fragments of information flowed quickly one after another.
The Eye of the Forge... Evolving!
The deterrent effect is gone!
New effects are being born!
…
Tang Qi tightly closed his eyes. At this time, the dazzling flames on his body had long since disappeared without a trace. It seemed that they were all concentrated in the eyes. Even through the eyelids, there was a faint brilliance coming out.
He didn't feel very good at this time, as if someone stabbed two burning candles directly into his eyes, the scorching heat and light erupted together, making Tang Qi's whole body tremble, and his veins popped out. , Sweat profusely, not only soaked the clothes, but also water stains began to drip from the ground.
I don't know how long it took before all this gradually eased, the light and heat fell silent, the pain disappeared little by little, and Tang Qi regained his strength.
it's over
succeeded
Tang Qi opened his eyes, but he didn't feel any big difference. Without thinking too much, he got up quickly and walked directly to the floor-to-ceiling mirror.
"hum"
What appeared in the mirror was Tang Qi's unchanged face.
His eyes instantly focused on his pupils, which was no different from usual, but when he looked carefully, a little golden light was shining in the depths of his eyes, and an extremely dangerous premonition swept out at this moment.
A realization and omen for no reason, he can control that bit of golden light, and when he unleashes "it," terrible things will happen.
Curious thoughts drove Tang Qi to look at himself seriously.
Dots of dim light gushed out, and a special interface emerged.
Ignoring other screens, Tang Qi's eyes fell directly on the skill column, the changes in the Eye of the Forge.
[Eye of the Furnace: Derivative skill, activated by the eye, has the effect of judgment and peace of mind, can continue to improve; state: entry; progress: 50%.]
"Deterrence gone, replaced by trials?"
Tang Qi muttered, and his eyes continued to fall on the word "judgment".
Several fragments of information flowed out, and Tang Qi quickly understood the meaning of the trial effect.
"The so-called judgment is not that I judge the enemy by myself, but that I can draw the enemy into a space with the help of the moment of looking at each other, and let him look directly at a projection of the Lord of the Furnace. For the golden sun... death or madness, you can't escape these two fates."
"It's just that this skill has a strict success rate limit. The stronger the enemy, the lower the success rate. Once the opponent's mental power greatly exceeds your own, the success rate will be pitifully low."
"The most important thing is that once this effect is activated, no matter whether it is successful or not, it will consume a lot of mental power."
"However, this skill is only at the beginning, and it can continue to be improved. Perhaps after reaching a certain level, what the enemy will look directly at will not be just a projection of the Lord of the Furnace, but the real body of the Lord of the Furnace."
Tang Qi finished reading all the information fragments, and after pondering for a moment, he couldn't help grinning.
"A skill that can be called a lore card!"
"My previous premonition was correct. For every 10% improvement in meditation, there will be surprises. I'm already looking forward to the next surprise."
Maintaining a pleasant smile, Tang Qi took a last look at himself in the glasses, blinked, and watched the faint golden light finally disappear completely.
Turning around, Tang Qi sat down cross-legged before he had time to clean up the messy floor. He is now in an extremely exhausted state. In order to advance the Eye of the Furnace, he seems to have released all his spiritual power.
After the light and heat erupted, they naturally dimmed and fell silent.
After one breath, he entered the meditative state again, and he was used to this recovery method compared to sleep.
…
Midtown, near Municipal Avenue, in a pioneering building that uses too many black and red materials.
A tall figure passed through the seemingly empty corridors and stairs, illuminated by dim lights. He ended up at the end of the hallway, in a room that looked like it had a window, but was dark once inside.
As the last light is turned away, the figure reveals some features and attire.
He has a strong, tall figure, seems to be bald, in a tight black suit, with a white mask without any patterns on his face.
"The mission on the eleventh failed, and he died."
As soon as the tall man entered the room, he quickly lowered his head, as if he was afraid to look at the thin figure sitting in some kind of luxurious custom-made chair in the dark ahead, his tone did not fluctuate, as if he was just telling something. unimportant thing.
"You mean, not only did you not take back the failed seed, you didn't take back the business card, but you lost another seed, and let those useless police discover our existence?"
"Huh~"
In the darkness, a voice full of magnetism and unable to distinguish between men and women suddenly came out.
At the moment when he heard it, the tall man seemed to no longer remain calm, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and his body mutated horribly at this moment.
With a scoff, the white bone spurs pierced through his tight suit. Under the exposed skin, pustules the size of fists swelled up quickly and then shattered with a "bang". The tall man brought severe pain.
What was even more horrifying was that next, there was a sudden clicking sound from his shoulder, and he saw a mucus-covered, ugly head with almost a mouth full of sharp teeth, breaking from the tall man's neck. out, and then began to crazily nibble on the man's body.
The first delicious bite was the man's ear, which was bitten off by the head with a "click", the juice splashed everywhere, and the burst of blood stained half of the man's face. Faced with such horror and pain, the tall man was able to hold back with perseverance, standing on the spot with his head bowed like a statue.
Only when you get closer can you find the crazy frequency of the man's body trembling.
"Tell me, who is the person who hinders your mission?"
Just when the man was unable to support himself, the unidentifiable male and female voice sounded again.
Almost exhausted all the strength in his body, the man struggled to open his mouth. At this time, half of his head had been eaten clean, and the blood foam and brain were mixed together, and he seemed to whisper and roar: "Messer Police Station ... Sheriff Stana."