Garen wasn't even knocked off his hood by the shock, he just got hit and flew around, but wasn't hurt.
After some entanglement, both sides seemed to be aware of each other's difficulty, and the situation became stalemate.
Time passed by every minute and every second.
I don't know how long it took, the sun gradually dimmed, and the sky gradually dimmed.
Finally, the underworld carriage let out a long hiss, and slowly backed up, directly sinking into a small shadow behind.
Max!
Its blood-red eyes stared at Garen, as if it remembered the guy who made it powerless for the first time.
Soon, its body and the carriage entered the shadow together. Suddenly, it turned around, accelerated to run, and jumped up in the shadow.
Without a sound, the underworld carriage sank into the wall and disappeared completely.
Masmas' cry came faintly from a distance, and it was still echoing in the library. But it quickly went away, getting smaller and smaller, until it disappeared completely.
Garen stood quietly where he was, feeling a little helpless.
He even tried the secret weapon at the bottom of the box. Unfortunately, he was drawn too fast, almost reaching 80%. This also caused his reaction to keep up, but his movement and body couldn't keep up at all. This is actually nothing, as long as the ability to predict is still there, there is no problem.
And the most important thing is that the speed of the underworld carriage was too fast, almost like a yellow lightning bolt, before it even blinked, it hit him.
Moreover, the underworld carriage is completely immune to totem attacks, and his own physical attacks cannot keep up, and the totem attacks are completely immune, which is impossible to fight at all!
Garen was also furious.
Looking at the empty library hall, Garen took a breather, turned around and was about to go out to see if the silver-masked man was still there.
Suddenly he stopped and froze in place.
A strange change suddenly appeared in the entire hall.
The broken stones on the ground floated up one by one, flew towards the ceiling, and embedded back into the original cracks and broken grooves.
The rolling silver ball started to move automatically, and flew back to the original place lightly, like a video recorder rewinding, even the trajectory of rolling back was exactly the same.
A large amount of dust and sand flew upside down and flew back to the statue on the wall, fitting back together.
Countless dust floated up, rising continuously, silently. It was as if the whole world had been turned upside down, and a heavy rain of dust and gravel fell from the ground.
The wooden tables and chairs that were smashed and shattered automatically turned up and rolled back to their original positions. A large number of sawdust flew back on the surface, which fit perfectly, and then covered it back with countless dust, which became thicker and thicker.
The large pits on the ground were quickly refilled, and then the cracks disappeared, covering the original black marble, with a thick layer of ash on the outside.
The entire library seems to be going back in time silently, and all the damaged places are quickly restored to their original state.
Finally, everything returned to calm.
The library was completely restored to the moment when Garen came in and saw it. There is no trace of any movement of the underworld carriage.
He looked at the entire library hall with a strange expression, and his mind was confused for a while.
"What's the situation?"
Garen walked to the bottom of a big hole in the wall that was created when he was hit earlier, and looked up at the place where the big hole was.
It is intact, and even a small spider web can be seen in the corner of the wall, with the spider's translucent molting shell on it.
The position was not high, and Garen stretched out his fingers and pressed the wall.
It is flat and smooth, and the surface is still covered with a layer of white ash, but the previous black ash is gone.
Unbelievably, he pressed the button hard.
Click!
Suddenly there was a dent in the wall. Then it quickly returned to level. Garen withdrew his fingers and looked around, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
He turned around and walked towards the gate. When he went out, he saw the silver-masked man sitting on the steps of the gate. This guy fell asleep. He probably relaxed all of a sudden, and the jar was broken. Also snored.
The guy's black clothes had become dirty, dusty, and tattered.
On the ground next to it, there was a black badge scattered on it. The engraving on it was a little strange. It was a silver sun emitting infinite light. Inside the sun, there was a black eye with vertical pupils.
Garen put away the badge.
He walked over and kicked the silver-masked man.
"Wake up. Hey!"
The silver-masked man fell to one side, and suddenly regained consciousness. Stand up abruptly.
"It's over?!" He hurriedly turned his head to look at Garen.
"What do you mean it's over?" Garen was speechless. "Next, you need to work hard, take me to the stronghold of the Black Sky Society, all the strongholds you know."
He is about to start collecting points for action, and his agility is still a little short of perfection, and Mi Wu also needs to increase his points.
"Stronghold, I know where the other two running guys should be!" The silver-masked man replied immediately, and his reaction was very decisive without hesitation.
Garen couldn't help but glance at him more.
"Take off your mask."
The silver-masked man smiled wryly, and took off the mask on his face.
He showed a vicissitudes of the face of a middle-aged uncle, a very ordinary public face, black beard, mixed with a few white beards. His eye sockets were sunken, and he looked severely sleep deprived.
"What's your name?" Garen asked casually.
"Fengling, my name is Fengling." The uncle replied honestly.
"Wind chime?!" Garen almost couldn't spit it out, looking at the vicissitudes of the face, he didn't know where to complain. The name doesn't match the face at all.
"Okay, Feng Ling." He barely got used to the contrast. "Take out all the secret treasures you used to besiege me yesterday."
Feng Ling honestly took out something, a black exquisite pocket watch, and handed it to Gallon.
Garen took it and started playing with it.
The pocket watch is very small, only half the size of a normal pocket watch. There are no numbers, no characters, no scales on it, and only one pointer is constantly rotating in circles.
"What's this?"
"Atomized Black Crow Formation." Feng Ling explained, "We call it the Fog Crow Formation, which can catalyze tens of thousands of aura black crow totems, and form a cylindrical spell formation to isolate and imprison the enemy. Imprisonment ability It consumes a lot, it was smashed by you yesterday, and the structure of this part of the secret treasure is also broken. Now only the function of catalyzing the black crow remains."
"What level of secret treasure is this?"
"The imitation of the second-level secret treasure." Fengling explained, "It is the imitation of the ultimate secret treasure you mentioned. We in Dahetian internally divide the secret treasure into one to three levels according to the general, ultimate, and initial. It is convenient to divide the power. At first it was a third-level secret treasure. The Fog Crow Formation is a imitation of the Daheitian defensive formation, which belongs to the second-level secret treasure. There are many second-level secret treasures, almost all the leaders of the big forces. received rewards."
Garen's eyes flashed.
"So, the Daheitian Heitian Society also has the first secret treasure of the third level?"
"Yes, this is a secret treasure that can be used repeatedly. The greatest power is the four-type totem level." Feng Ling stared at the pocket watch with some pain. "Now, he's yours."
Garen smiled, turned over the pocket watch, and saw a line of small silver characters engraved on the black back.
'If giving up is a kind of sobriety, then I still choose to persist. ' in Ennet script.
"That line was engraved by the maker. He is my best friend and a top workshop master and scholar of Dahetian. He has been dead for many years." The wind chime became a little low.
"How do you use this?" Garen tossed his pocket watch.
"Imagine my own totem power pouring into it, and every time I use it, I will consume a piece of amethyst. As a reminder, the required totem power is very large. Of course, it can also be compensated by the light of the totem. The two are actually similar in nature." The wind chime quickly reminded.
"oh?"
Garen held the pocket watch in his hand, trying to input his totem power and totem light into it.
"The power of this secret treasure is determined by the amount of totem power or totem light you input. The upper limit is four types. The range can be very wide." Feng Ling retreated a little while explaining. It is convenient for Garen to experiment with secret treasures.
"The created Mist Crow only has the consciousness of attacking, and nothing else. It needs to be used with care."
The voice did not fall.
A black mist quickly filled around Garen.
Large strands of black mist diffused from his body, and the source of the mist was obviously the pocket watch in his hand.
The mist swirled and condensed above Garen's head, and soon formed little black crows. Some landed on Garen's shoulders, some circled and danced above their heads, and some looked around for possible targets with small eyes.
A large amount of black mist condensed more and more fog crows, and gradually, the entire library gate was shrouded in a large black mist.
Fengling opened her mouth wide and was speechless for a while.
This kind of momentum is almost the same as the momentum they created last night. Large black fog crows began to circle the sky around the library, like black rivers, converging and dispersing.
There are endless squawking and squawking all over the sky. It seemed that the dead city suddenly became lively.
"How much totem light does he have?" Fengling murmured, not knowing what expression to use at this time.
Soon, the scene lasted for more than half a minute, and a large number of fog crows turned into black mist again and rushed back to the pocket watch in Garen's hand.
The black mist dissipated, revealing Garen's calm face.
"This thing is good. It's really powerful, and it doesn't consume too much." Garen was very satisfied with this secret treasure.
The eight-headed dragon is his strongest totem, and the rest of the totems are completely incomparable and too weak. He plans to replace them with other resources after a period of time to avoid waste.
The eight-headed dragon is too strong, and it is easy for people to find out the difference of his totem if he takes it out at every turn. The acquisition of the Fog Crow Array just made up for the shortcomings in daily use.
The power of the strongest four-type aura fully meets the needs of normal use, and the stronger eight-headed dragon does not need to show up all the time. Now the eight-headed dragon is released in a completely illusory form, as if even the body is elementalized, and it can be pretended to be possessed by aura in a short period of time. After a long time, even a totem master can know that it is abnormal.
(end of this chapter)