Ding.
Garen gently put the tweezers back into the glass bottle.
Looking at the silver-white oval shoulder armor in front of him, he let out a slight breath.
Pick up a white cloth on the side and wipe off a little stain on the surface of the shoulder armor.
"It really is flawed." He frowned and murmured in a low voice. "The foundation of the green vine ball can only support it to split fifty-three pieces of Sparan's power. It can only create fifty-three sets of weapons or armor for totemization. No wonder. No wonder there are only two hundred people in the Blackfire Guard. This is still Avic The best results obtained after carefully collaborating with cutting-edge technology. Nearly four times the magnification is amazing enough.”
"Two hundred Blackfire Guards, if they give up their control, they can get two hundred sets of Blackfire Armor. It gives ordinary people the nature of totem power. This is the foundation. Only those with strong will and strong body can truly activate the Blackfire Armor."
Garen picked up the shoulder armor in front of him and carefully looked at the surface obliquely. The dense silver dots that appeared on it were the characteristics of the activated power of Sparan.
"The power of Sparan requires a strong will to activate. The stronger the will, the more power that can be controlled, the stronger the activity of Sparan, and the stronger the contagion. This virtuous circle, like a seed, can absorb the outside world More matter makes the body and armor stronger and stronger."
He dropped the shoulder armor.
"Avic gave up this potential in exchange for the absolute loyalty of the corpse-like Blackfyre Guards. But such tolerance is too small after all." He shook his head. "People who are not strong enough to get armor will end up being swallowed by the power of Sparan and turned into a living dead. They will lose all their individuality. It seems that this thing is still very dangerous."
He began to think about how to solve this high risk. After thinking about it, he conceived more than a dozen plans, but he had no idea. Vindman has studied this level for so many years, but there is no result, and so many people in the royal alliance have no results. Naturally, he can't even touch it by himself.
"Forget it, since you want power, you must have the awareness to pay the price." Garen breathed a sigh of relief.
With two hundred sets of black fire heavy armor, two hundred people can be selected as the carriers of the black fire heavy armor, and embark on the road of strengthening themselves.
Perhaps in this way, Garen could not absolutely order these people, he only had the right to take back the power of Sparan, but if they were strengthened to a high level, even after being taken back, the power that was strengthened later would still exist. The nature of the body after being changed by Sparan will not change.
It is equivalent to only half of the power has been withdrawn, and it can still remain.
In this way, the control over subordinates is not as strict as before.
But Garen didn't care.
All he wants is strength, enough strength. Whether he can control it depends on his own ability.
bang bang bang.
Suddenly a rhythmic knock on the door interrupted his train of thought.
"What's up?"
he asked a little impatiently.
"Master, a group of people came to you with a seriously injured woman, claiming that she was your old friend." The maid answered loudly with a trembling voice.
"Old friend?" Garen closed his eyes and collected his thoughts. With a swish from the right side, the blackout curtain was pulled.
He went to the door and opened it. Outside the door stood a little maid with trembling legs. She was dressed in white and did not dare to lift her head. It was obviously a little guy who had just entered the palace, only eleven or twelve years old.
After Garen opened the door, he took a careful look at the little guy. was about to speak.
"Don't eat me!!" The little guy was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, "Master, please, I was wrong! I know I was wrong!! Don't dare again!!"
Garen had black lines on his face. He was just surprised that the new maid was so rare in the Black Fire Palace, and he took a little longer to look at her, so he frightened her like this. It is estimated that this guy took his sizing eyes as a way to pick out where the meat is too much to eat.
This guy seems to be used to being bullied, and he hastily admitted his mistake before he figured out what was going on.
"Damn it, rumors kill people!" He cursed in a low voice.
"Take me there!" He yelled at the little maid.
The little guy quickly got up from the ground, and ran out of the inner hall with Garen trembling all over.
Garen caught up speechlessly.
At the side hall of the Black Fire Palace, after the little guy brought Garen to him, he ran away without a trace.
Not only Garen was speechless, but also a group of people in the side hall.
This is a group of men and women in black clothes, with a white leopard head engraved on their arms and clothes.
Led by two young men, a man and a woman, on the ground beside them was a simple stretcher, on which lay a comatose woman with a sallow complexion and emaciation.
Garen glanced over and was slightly taken aback.
"Angel?!"
He recognized that the woman on the stretcher was the fugitive woman Angel he knew in Titan City.
In the imperial capital, it still provided raw materials for the Terry Jones family for a while.
"How did she become like this?!" Garen hurried over, knelt down beside the stretcher, and began to carefully check Angel's condition.
This made the group of people on the side heave a sigh of relief, and their frightened faces looked much better.
"It turns out that the palace lord really knows the teacher!" The young man who took the lead, or the boy, took a step forward and said proactively. "We are members of the Black Panther Mercenary Corps, and Captain Angel is our teacher. My name is Gracie, and her name is Hill."
He still had a light blue soft beard on his lips, and short brown hair. He was no more than eighteen years old, but his face was resolute and pale. It seems that there is some excessive blood loss. At this moment, the boy was looking at Garen anxiously.
"Please, please save Teacher!" The girl on the side with red hair and ponytail was crying so hard that she couldn't help begging Garen. "We have tried every possible solution, and tried all kinds of medicines! All the hospitals said it was hopeless."
"Why are you crying! How can I save you if you don't tell me the specific situation?!" Garen looked at the much calmer boy, Gracie, "Tell me!"
The boy nodded heavily.
"The teacher went out for a trip last month. It is said that he made an appointment with some old friends to do something. Unexpectedly, after returning the day before yesterday, he fell down and fell into a coma. We thought it was poisoning at first, but what kind of hospital Both the silver lamp master and the silver lamp master couldn't detect that the teacher was poisoned. Then we thought it was some damage to the brain, but it was still useless to invite the silver lamp master who is best at treating brain diseases. There were no injuries."
"What did Angel say before he passed out? She told you to come to me?" Garen asked in a deep voice.
"The teacher didn't say anything, but he looked very tired, as if he hadn't rested for many days." The boy shook his head, "As for coming to find you, the palace master, the teacher didn't mention this at all. I learned from the old senior that the teacher and the Palace Master were once friends. I really can't find a way, so I propose to come here and beg you."
"Well done." Garen patted the boy on the shoulder. "It's good to be calm in danger!"
He lowered his head again to check Angel's condition.
Angel, who was originally plump, has become skinny. There is no abnormality in the flow of qi and blood, no signs of toxins in the body, and the brain is completely normal like ordinary people sleeping.
"Oh, this man is going to die." The child's voice suddenly came from behind Garen.
"Do you know what the problem is?" Garen was used to the child's disappearance, so he asked without looking back.
On the other hand, the rest of the group were frightened and stepped aside. Some timid group members swallowed their saliva and stared at the child with horror on their faces.
With a lollipop in his mouth, the child squatted beside the stretcher like Gallon, shaking his hands and swinging them back and forth.
He frowned tightly and touched Angel's forehead.
"She's having a nightmare." After a while, he said with certainty.
"Nightmare? You mean she was dragged into a nightmare and couldn't wake up?" Garen asked back.
"Maybe, someone planted a nightmare seed in her. She didn't realize it, and then she fell into it." The child shrugged, looking like a little adult.
"How to solve it?" Garen asked directly.
"It's very simple. We need to get rid of that nightmare seed, but this kind of seed usually hides in her most secret place spontaneously." The child pouted, "It depends on who of you can find it."
"Get rid of the nightmare seeds?" Garen stood up and thought for a while. "Let me do it."
"What are you going to do?" The child looked at Garen curiously. "If her seed gets into the most private place, then you will be responsible."
"Don't be so troublesome." Garen said flatly.
With a flick of his toes, Angel, who was on the stretcher, was instantly picked up amidst the exclamation of the crowd, and kept rolling in mid-air.
It seemed to be suspended in front of Garen.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
boom!
Garen suddenly slapped Angel on the shoulder. Immediately freeze it and catch it in mid-air.
bang bang bang! !
Continuous applause continued to spread from between the two.
Garen slapped Angel's body in an insignificant place.
Every palm shook Angel's whole body, and some tiny and fragmented things fell directly from her body and flew around.
This is a high-level skill in secret martial arts, Zhen.
Used in this place, with a little ingenuity, it can just shake out all the hidden things and items.
In the secret martial arts world, this method was used to remove the hidden weapons and poisonous needles hidden on the dead soldiers, and it was suitable for Garen to use it here.
Soon, less and less things were shaken out, and even the outer clothes were a little loose and about to fall off,
Snapped!
A purple dot suddenly fell out from the hem of Angel's jacket.
boom!
With his palms together, Garen gently put Angel back on the stretcher with extremely gentle strength. Shows an extremely high level of strength control.
"That's it."
The child picked up this purple dot, and it turned out to be an oval plant seed, just like a soybean, but with a different color.
Garen and the others looked at Angel again, and sure enough, her complexion improved a lot. Not as haggard as before.
The child took the seeds, wiped them on his clothes, and threw them directly into his mouth.
Click!
"It seems that something strange came out, but it's okay, it's the same after chewing." He chewed a few times, grunted, and swallowed.
A group of people, including Garen, looked at him speechlessly.
"Are you okay??!" The red-haired girl stared at the child in horror.
"Are you okay?" The child took out a handful of purple seeds out of his pocket. "I still have it, would you like it? It tastes good."
A group of people were dumbfounded. .
(end of this chapter)