Late at night, in the underground workshop, the clanging sound of steel rubbing could be heard from time to time.
On the ceiling, the only light in the dim workshop cast a dim light.
A ferocious black figure stood under the lamp, reaching out to accept Ciel's adjustment.
The young man stood there, his body covered with a metal skeleton that clung to his skin. The exquisite structure of the alloy machinery and the human body are seamlessly integrated, and they fit together without affecting the movement, as if they were already there.
As Ciel moved, the parts that had been separated were joined to the frame piece by piece. The cold metallic color was covered inch by inch by the black leather, and in the end it was no longer visible.
In place, the boy's face was hidden in the shadows, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
But his height suddenly increased by half a foot, and his body also changed from thin to slightly burly. With the slow movement, the power contained in the movement set off a faint whistling and kicked up dust.
The lights flickered, and there was a burst of darkness.
"Ye Zi, in fact, this set of things should have grown on your body, right?"
In front of him, Ciel raised the wind lantern in his hand and illuminated the boy's face hidden in the shadows. The young man raised his eyes and looked at him. There was no sadness or joy in his eyes, and they were not deep or sharp.
"It's like iron."
Ciel murmured softly.
He took two steps back and dropped the tool in his hand.
When he couldn't see Ye Qingxuan's face, he always felt that he was assembling some kind of sophisticated machinery, silent, quiet and precise, like a clock.
It will not tire, it will not stop, it will not weaken.
But when he saw Ye Qingxuan's face, he felt that he was in front of a boy one year younger than himself.
"How does it feel?"
he asked softly.
"It feels a bit heavy and I'm not used to it."
Ye Qingxuan moved his arms, almost wanting to jump up, but was stopped by Charles: "If you jump here, it's almost like hitting a wall. The head injury and blood loss will be minor, but the concussion will be broken."
"So exaggerated?"
"The priests of the Chainsaw Order are genuine war machines. As an organization without borders, they have been an invincible legion on the battlefield for hundreds of years, fighting only for holy scriptures and money. Those guys are not even the Holy Spirit. The city's orders were ignored. The only thing that could call them on was the "Eastern Expedition Order" issued by the Holy City when it was determined to march into the dark world again. Do you think they rely on the Holy Scriptures to convince people with their reasoning? Don't be stupid. , they are the dark side of the Order, madmen who focus on mechanical technology. Don’t underestimate their madness.”
Charles said calmly: "The original Chainsaw monk went through surgery to completely implant this set of skeletons into the flesh and blood, blending it with the real bones, turning people into machines. After being modified into what it is now, although the power is It’s been discounted, but the essential technology still comes from them. Trust me, it’s a beast, and it takes a while for you to get used to its power.”
"In other words, its function is more than just running fast?"
"More than that."
Charles shook his head: "With your weak physique without any training, after wearing it, you can bench press 200 kilograms and squat 500 kilograms under normal conditions. This has already reached the limit of pure human body. However, the forces are mutual. The current shock absorption system is still not perfect enough, and your maximum output is limited to 200 kilograms. Of course, you can adjust it yourself, but if you exceed this limit, you must be prepared for your muscles to be torn by the back shock. , even be prepared to have your bones broken. Be careful, Ye Zi, don’t paralyze yourself. You don’t want to spend your next life sitting in a wheelchair like the bald old man from the Apocalypse Academy, right?”
"Don't worry, this level is enough."
Ye Qingxuan nodded, obviously very satisfied with this. Now that he has officially reached the rhythm level, he has the ability to protect himself through the control of ether. With this outfit, he can do whatever he wants without worrying about being held back by his physical strength at critical moments...
Thinking of this, he felt sad - physical strength was his eternal pain.
From ancient times to the present, the Ye family seems to have never produced a strong man who can carry a cauldron. Most of the time, he presents himself as an elegant and famous person. On the one hand, he disdains wrestling with others, but on the other hand, it's also because... he's really not very good at physical work.
Just by seeing him being beaten by a dog when he was unprepared and unable to fight back, you can tell how weak he is.
"Don't be dazed."
Ciel shook his head and threw something over, "Try this."
Ye Qingxuan caught it and saw it clearly with the help of the light. What was in his hand was a silver arm armor - it was originally the arm of "Pinocchio", but this arm was removed and its appearance had changed drastically.
Now it looks light and delicate, like a work of art.
It clicked and fit perfectly.
It was embedded in the originally reserved slot and connected to Ye Qingxuan's right arm. The boy moved his arms, and with the assistance of the skeleton, he could hardly feel the added weight.
"What's this?"
"It's what you brought back."
Ciel laughed and pointed to the disassembled weapon on the workbench: "—Sword of Sighs."
On the workbench, the heavy black sword had been disassembled, and the hilt, blade, and guard were all in pieces.
What looks like black stone is actually some kind of rough alloy, and even after it is broken into pieces, it silently exudes a cold and harsh aura.
"How did it become like this?" Ye Qingxuan asked.
Charles shrugged: "Although the Sword of Sighs looks like a heavy sword, in essence, it is an alchemical weapon that can destroy most shields and barriers. It relies on its stable and precise internal structure to achieve perfect results. There are strict requirements from size, weight, to the metal material of each part. After taking it apart, I found that most of them were damaged, but fortunately, the core part is still usable. You try to hold it Tighten your fists and punch forward with all your strength to try. Remember, it’s all your strength.”
Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment and did as he was told.
Bang!
A muffled sound came out of thin air.
In an instant, it was like a giant bubble bursting in the sealed basement.
The biting wind pressure spread from the front of the fist, causing strong winds and dust all over the ground. Even the basement door.
The air pressure rose instantly and then recovered instantly.
Ye Qingxuan only felt his body shake, and then his eyesight turned black, his ears were buzzing, and he could hardly breathe.
In the direction of his fist, a huge and vague fist mark appeared silently on the wall a few meters in front.
It was a faint trace left by the huge air pressure impact, which gradually disappeared as the dust flew.
"Is it cool?"
Charles, who had been well prepared, hid beside him and gloated at the boy's dizzy look: "Don't worry, that's it if you hit the target empty-handed."
"what is that?"
"..." Charles seemed to have said something.
"Speak louder, I can't hear you clearly!"
"I mean, shock a**!"
Charles raised his voice and dispelled the buzzing in Ye Qingxuan's ears: "The core of the Sword of Sighs forms a shock wave, which is the source of its power. Relying on this shock wave, the sword can easily defeat everything. Obstruction. The more fragile the material, the easier it is to collapse in this kind of shock. The harder the structure, the easier it is to distort under its blow. Even if there is only a small flaw, it will be infinitely damaged. Amplify it, and in the end it will collapse and disintegrate on its own.”
He put on his gloves, took off the hot arm armor, and showed the boy the steel plate that fit in the lining of the arm armor: "This is its true form. - an 'interval' with a very simplified structure. It consists of seven basic notes Composed, the effect is 'shock'. It causes the body to resonate driven by the ether. But what is frightening is that the chain saw monk will be able to copy and overlap this interval on a metal plate that can only be said to be solid. Thousands of times. This is the reason why countries have been unable to imitate the Sword of Sighs. The Chainsaw Monks are unparalleled in the world in terms of their smelting and sealing techniques!"
With a click, the arm armor was put back on.
Charles clicked his tongue and sighed: "Non-lethal weapons perfectly meet your needs. If you pay attention to control, no matter who you hold down or press like this, they will kneel down, no matter how thick they are wearing. And when necessary It can also be used to demolish walls and run away. It is a must-have product for criminals. But it is best to note that you do not have the etheric cauldron of the chain saw monk implanted in your body for fine control, and there are no stabilizing components, so don't Use it hard and frequently, give it a little buffer time. Otherwise it might explode."
"explode?"
"bong~"
Charles made a gesture of "whole body is broken to the ground", and his expression was in high spirits.
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but want to sigh: "Senior brother..."
"Um?"
"Why do I think you laid so much groundwork just to feel better when you tell me 'it's going to explode' at the end?"
"...Ahaha, junior brother, you really understand me very well."
Ye Qingxuan sighed, turned and walked towards the door.
"Junior brother, don't leave. There are new inventions here for you to appreciate!"
"Let's talk about it when we get back, I'll go out for a walk."
Ye Qingxuan took off the deer hunting hat hanging on the wall and put it on his head. He turned back and smiled at Charles: "Get some air and come back as soon as you go."
Charles shook his head helplessly and waved.
"Safe travels."
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Late at night, on a quiet street, an old lame man leaned against the corner wall, holding a pipe in his mouth, smoking one after another. He looked up into the distance from time to time, as if waiting for someone to arrive.
The night dew was heavy and wet his trousers, making him look older.
During the long wait, a cane stretched out from the darkness behind him and rested on his shoulder.
"Did you leave that mark?"
A hoarse voice sounded.
"Mr. Holmes?" The old man was stunned. He turned around in surprise and saw the shadow behind him: "Do you still recognize me?"
He pointed to the bruises on his face: "It's me, Hudson, sir."
Ye Qingxuan's brows raised: he remembered the old man he had rescued in the cemetery. He remembered that he once wanted to quit and go away, but he was captured by the Rat King and tortured. After waking him up easily, Ye Qingxuan stopped paying attention.
Unexpectedly, the shaman sent him to contact him.
"Mr. Hudson, long time no see." He asked calmly: "It seems that you have taken refuge with the shaman?"
Hudson looked a little apologetic: "Mr. Shaman said that you hate contact with people with unclean hands, so he found me and asked me to contact you specifically. But please don't worry, from then on, I will contact you again." I haven’t taken on any black jobs anymore. Mr. Shaman also arranged for me to go to the cemetery to be a tombkeeper.”
"221B Baker Street?"
"That's right." Hudson nodded with emotion.
"Then if the shaman contacts me in the future, just leave a mark in the cemetery. I will go there regularly."
Ye Qingxuan thought for a while and laughed softly: As Sherlock Holmes, isn't his tombstone still there
Hudson nodded vigorously, turned around and led the way.
"We found a clue about the professor."