Chapter 315 I Give Up

Even though it was early spring, the nights were still cold and quiet.

At the training ground of Flanders Mansion, only the sacred fire from the bell tower in the distance provided some light. The flowers and trees nearby lay in the shadow of the high walls, as if there were ferocious beasts hiding among them.

Crown stood in the center, calmly stacking various states.

Although the light here is dim, it has no effect on either of them.

The dazzling light bloomed like fireworks, illuminating the opponent's eyes with a variety of colors. The alloy armor covered the entire body like liquid metal, and a faint aura spread outward.

"Has anyone told you that wearing this outfit at night makes you look like a target and naturally attracts the attention of hunters?"

Plimpton spoke calmly, his armor, which seemed dazzling in the sun, now seemed dull and did not reveal any color.

Only the two of them came to the battle tonight.

The reason why Eliza and others did not show up was that they were worried that it would be embarrassing for Plimpton if he lost again.

Flanders did not come because Crown told him, "Unless Plimpton is twice as strong, there will be no waves."

With these words, he gave up the idea of ​​watching the fight. There was no need for him to come and see his nephew make a fool of himself.

Klauen thought about it and shook his head seriously:

"Thanks for the reminder. I don't have this worry now."

Ever since he became a third-level transcendent, it has been a long time since he encountered an opponent that he felt he needed to fight desperately to defeat.

This happened once when Flanders advanced to Silver, and he never had that feeling again since then.

When he went to St. Peter's Basilica years ago, he was not intimidated even when he saw the majesty of the Pope.

If the Pope did not use the magic arrays of the church and just fought head-on, he would be confident that he could use his own accumulated strength to wear down the opponent.

Now, he has been promoted to the fifth level, and he doesn't feel that there is any existence that can threaten his life.

There is no such thing among human forces, and it seems that there is no such thing among evil gods either.

Plimpton's expression hardened, and his words sounded even more arrogant than mine.

He raised his head and said leisurely, "The gray fog is getting thicker and thicker, even the moon is obscured."

What I meant was that his current condition was not the strongest, and even if he lost, it was because his condition was not as good as mine.

Wait, why am I making this excuse for myself?

"You have a strong desire to win!"

With the backlight, Klauen grinned, as if a crack appeared in the abyss, revealing endless darkness.

"Of course I want to win, and I want to keep winning. I want to complete the journey that my ancestors did not complete.

The world is becoming more and more dangerous, but isn't danger an opportunity? According to speculation, this is a spiritual power tide that is rare in a thousand years, and many gods advanced during the last tide.

Don’t you have the dream of achieving the Stigmata?”

Purinton clenched his Frost Fang. After a day of hard thinking, he came up with a way to restrict his opponent and tested the effect.

"I don't have the dream of achieving the stigmata."

"Huh?" Purinton was stunned when he heard that.

Clown continued, "I don't daydream. If conditions permit, I will become a stigmata."

If you want to brag, just brag a little. That year, I put my hands in my pockets and defeated all the heroes in the world with one move.

After all, I had been a programmer in my previous life, and I was quite good at using the keyboard.

So confident? Damn it, this is my line. Plimpton suddenly felt uncomfortable talking to someone who was more arrogant than himself, and his tone faded:

"I'm afraid you can't get the secret technique to achieve the golden stigma. In essence, the gods are also in a competitive relationship.

You and I are two fourth-level extraordinary beings, so let’s stop discussing these distant things and see for ourselves what’s really going on.”

Purinton exerted a little force, and the frost fangs sank half a foot into the ground, and a frost pattern spread rapidly outward.

This is to use the residual soul of the frost dragon to apply the law of frost to create a field suitable for one's own development.

With his current abilities, it is somewhat difficult for him to create such a field. Not only does it consume the dragon's soul power, but it also consumes a large amount of life source.

Fortunately, he had comprehended some of the laws of the moon, and was like a fish in water in this field, which made up for the regret of having no moonlight.

All nearby objects were covered with a layer of white frost, and even the flowers and trees in the shadows were covered with rime.

There was hail falling from the sky, making a rustling sound.

Clown watched the other party cast the spell coldly, without stopping him or even dodging the spreading white frost.

This is a manifestation of the law, not an elemental attack.

It's a bit like the power of the law of Taiyin Thunder Seal, but a little weaker and doesn't have the chillness that freezes the soul.

'Should we give him a golden field to give the young man a warm shock? Forget it, let's save his face so that we can meet again in the future.'

Plimpton didn't know that his opponent was still holding back. After releasing his domain with the help of Frostfang, he leaped forward and swung his soul-infused weapon violently.

The icy spiritual power pounced on the opponent like a poisonous snake.

The source of life was running rapidly, and a ball of white aura rose behind him, like a ball of moonlight.

Compared to other types of breathing techniques on the continent, the McLean family's breathing method can be considered a unique approach.

The source of life it cultivates has both the properties of a priest's holy power and the energy and blood power of the barbarian bone breathing method.

If people who practice breathing techniques such as Savage Bone Breathing and Fire Breathing are pure warriors, then the direct descendants of the McLean family who practice Silver Wolf Howling Moon are magic swordsmen.

"Huh?"

Clown was slightly stunned. He could see that the other party's skills were unique.

He wasted no time in thinking, and faced the attack head on.

He jumped up seemingly easily, dodged the elemental attack by turning sideways, and landed near the opponent's body.

"Bang!"

When he landed, he used the Giant Bear Breathing Technique's special skill - Earthquake.

The powerful vibration force spread in all directions, like a dragon turning over. Purinton's feet shook and his body fell to the side uncontrollably.

He hurriedly stepped forward, controlling his center of gravity to move backwards, while swinging Frost Fang. If the opponent wanted to take this opportunity to attack him, he would be forced to retreat.

Crown did not actively press forward. He judged the distance between himself and the enemy and moved quickly around the target.

The bodies turned into afterimages due to the rapid movement, forming a human wall that surrounded Plimpton.

He was moving very fast, but he used the technique of earthquake shock with every step he took.

This breathing technique, which had only been practiced to the third level, now shone differently with the support of the fifth level physical fitness.

In the study, Flanders put down the book and rubbed his temples:

"It's late at night. If you know, you guys are sparring. If you don't, you might think we're laying the foundation for building a house."

In the guest room, Freya felt the vibration under her feet and thought. The fact that such a loud noise could be made meant that the battle was intense. I wonder who will win.

At this moment, Eliza was holding a small notebook and calculating her assets. She was thinking about how much money she could take away if she left the Kingdom of Budamia. This was her private treasury.

The vibrations of her feet hit her heart like drumbeats. She threw down her pen and thought, "Crown, you must win. The stronger you perform, the more dowry you will get."

Flanders had reminded her implicitly in the morning, and she already understood Crown's choice.

Although they had only met a few times, she didn't hate him. Feelings can be cultivated slowly.

Everyone has a tendency to admire the strong, and children who grow up in large families are no exception.

On the training ground, Purinton's body was swaying from side to side, and he couldn't keep his balance. He couldn't even jump up, as if he was bound to the ground by an invisible force.

Crown observed the opponent's reaction, determined the direction of his body swaying, and suddenly charged forward, swinging his sledgehammer to knock the opponent away.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The target was like a person suffering from severe seasickness. His body was slow to react. He finally responded when the huge hammer approached him, but it was too late.

The man rolled out of the venue like a rolling gourd, and only stopped after damaging many of the flowers and trees covered with rime.

Purinton had already woken up from his dizziness, his legs still trembling a little: "It will take you a long time to break through the defense of my armor. If you continue to fight, I may not have no chance of winning."

He didn't expect that the target would not play by the rules at all. These means of attack were all tricks he had never seen before, but they worked. It made him angry when he thought about it.

Clown grinned and stomped the ground with his Earthquake technique: "If nothing else, this kind of attack can last another two hours without any problem."

My feet are just a little numb, he added silently in his heart.

Plimpton felt like retching and waved his hands: "You win, I admit defeat."

He admitted defeat. It was not shameful to lose the fight, but it was somewhat embarrassing for a dignified silver-level transcendent to be beaten to vomit by other means.

"Then I'll go. It's embarrassing to be fighting in the host's house."

Seeing the other person disappear from his sight, Purinton rushed to the flowerbed: "Ugh!"

He couldn't help it after all, and at this moment he was glad that he gave in.

Crown returned to the mansion, took a comfortable bath, then lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

For him, the night life has just begun, and he is thinking about Plimpton's words: 'In essence, the gods are also in competition.'

What was he competing for? He had never heard of such knowledge before. It seemed that he would have to find an opportunity to go to the Vatican a few more times.

There are so many books in the Vatican's library. I only read one-tenth of them last time. I wonder if there are any secret books that are not open to me.

If there is, it is likely that no relevant knowledge about gods can be found.

Speaking of gods, a question arises: what kind of life can be considered a god?

Are evil gods also a kind of gods? They are called evil gods because they severely harm other creatures, but they also have the attributes of "gods".

His thoughts were scattered and after thinking for a long time he still had no clue, or he had too little information.

But from what Purinton said, the McLean family seemed to have some related secret methods, so he felt relieved.

Now it seems that being the son-in-law of the McLean family is not a bad thing. If I don’t have any connections in the church, I can still look to my wife’s family.

He put aside the question, stood up in front of the bed, and mobilized his qi and blood.

The Barbarian Bone Breathing Technique has just been advanced, and he needs to slowly figure out the training methods at this stage.

As long as there is a follow-up method to this technique, he will eventually experiment with it, and it may be better than the original version.

Sometimes I think that the Golden Wall plug-in is really powerful. It is equivalent to connecting to a super database. As long as he continues to improve his "authority", he can always get the corresponding data from it.

Time slipped away like sand through fingers. Clown felt that most of his life energy had been consumed, so he paused his deduction and exploration.

He stretched himself, and after his qi and blood had calmed down, he summoned Arcturus through the Tao Seed.

The Northern Giant Bear followed him the latest and has not yet benefited much from the Golden Light Spell. Without some special treatment, it would be difficult for him to keep up with Fujin and the others.

This little bear, who was contemplating diligently, had a good impression of it.

If Fu Jin and the other guy used the time they spent hanging out at night on visualization, he could gain a few more points of proficiency every day.

How many more points in a day? How about ten days? How about a year?

He plans to find a chance to teach the two guys who don't cherish opportunities a lesson. I don't ask you to work 007, but at least 996.

"Bang, bang!"

There was a dull knock on the door, Crown opened it, Arcturus stood up, hugged his master, and ran into the house happily.

It squatted down and sat properly, just like a primary school student in class, squatting properly.

A faint smile appeared on Crown's lips. He closed his eyes and began to visualize the Golden Light Mantra.

Outside the window, a gecko poked its head out.

Nick attached great importance to the affairs of the mining area. After giving instructions to the academic affairs, he went to the mining area in person that afternoon.

A large number of miners have died. If the cause cannot be found, who will mine in the future?

Don't try to fool people. It's very difficult to block the news about this kind of thing. The miners come to mine at risk of their lives, not to die.

This is his purse, and it must be dealt with as soon as possible.

Miners' dormitory area near Mine No. 1.

"The incident was first discovered yesterday morning when the mining truck responsible for transporting the mines did not arrive on time. I sent people to check. Now all those with problems have been detained by me. I think these miners have suffered from some kind of pollution."

Yusuf told the whole story of the mining area. He is now the top person in charge of the mining area.

Nick frowned and thought, and after a moment he asked, "Could it be that the evil god that caused the rat people to mutate has spread here?"

The first possibility that came to his mind was that the evil god had bewitched some people again.

This place is far away from the parish. If the miners do not go to the church to pray on time and use the magic array there to eliminate potential spiritual pollution, they may be brainwashed by evil gods without knowing it.

“I don’t think so, I was there when the battle to reclaim the mining area began, and the situation of these people is obviously different from then.

In addition, I searched the miners' dormitories carefully and did not find any items related to the evil god, not even a small statue."

Yusuf pointed out the problem: "From the dormitory of the first batch of miners who were killed, it was extremely bloody, but there was no spiritual residue of any sacrifice. It couldn't be the work of the cultists."

Nick nodded secretly and said, "Take me to the first scene, and then take me to the place where the surviving miners are imprisoned."

"Sir, please come this way," Yusuf stepped aside and continued, "You will be disappointed when you see the surviving miners. They are completely unable to communicate."

(End of this chapter)