Hilliard knew very well that every psyker was essentially a person with an extremely tough mind. It could even be said that the mind was as tough as a stone.
Therefore, he is also a born sublimator.
Without an extremely strong self-will and a tenacious spirit, it is simply impossible to endure the pain of flesh and blood sublimation or deformation after taking many magic potions and supplements.
It is even more impossible that he can continue to control his body in this pain, absorb the essence of many sublimated herbs and magical beasts in the potion, activate the divine power of the source seed in the body, and merge it into the 'sublimated bloodline' or the 'true path'
, becoming a sublimator that completely transcends ordinary life.
Hilliard looked at Ian with expectation, and the boy's expression of surprise and yearning was so real that it reminded him of his desire for the road to sublimation when he was young.
The other party has talent, but without guidance, it would have been impossible for him to embark on the path of an Ascended One. Even if he was spotted by the local Ascendant in Port Harrison, he would never be able to reach the second level in this life, let alone a higher one.
But with his guidance, it would be completely different.
“Can Earth’s technology do it?”
At this moment, Ian really felt incredible.
Perfectly control every muscle of his body, even reaching the level of disguise?
It sounds simple, but is actually extremely difficult.
With this level of physical control, even if someone cuts a hole in your body, you can probably use your muscles to contract to avoid bleeding, right?
It was impossible for the genetically modified warriors in the previous life to do this kind of thing... Well, it is possible, but it requires an additional muscle control system.
But in the world of Terra, it seems that you only need to practice and strengthen your willpower to achieve it!
"Strong self-will can even directly control the body... A world where spiritual energy exists is indeed extraordinary." Ian couldn't help but whisper in his heart: "This is indeed a specious world. This kind of technology cannot be available back home."
Ian raised his head and looked at Hilliard's familiar and unfamiliar face again. After confirming that it was difficult for him to distinguish, he couldn't help but murmured: "It seems that this identity is not very important to you, teacher."
Indeed, with this kind of ability, there is no place in the world that cannot be reached?
"It's not that simple. Pretending to be a stranger and lurking in the local area, and pretending to be a local person is obviously safer, because the former cannot withstand investigation."
But Hilliard raised his hand, shook his finger, and pointed out that Ian obviously thought too easily: "You may still be able to fish in troubled waters in the border areas. In the big cities of the empire, you need to have an identity certificate. It's useless to look the same. Blood type
, and the fingerprints must be the same.”
"And psykers don't need to observe blood and muscles to distinguish people. What they observe is the 'will field'. These are all hidden dangers."
The boy heard this, thought about it carefully, and thought so.
Since the world of Terra has this kind of disguise technology, it should also have the same identification technology. Things are not as simple as he thought.
A strange world cannot be judged solely by the thinking of one’s hometown.
At this moment, Ian and Hilliard have arrived near Ian's house.
The boy who was walking easily suddenly raised his head and looked towards his house.
The light in his eyes shone slightly, and his gaze was solemn: "There..."
In Ian's precognitive vision, a thick white mist was sitting cross-legged in a hidden corner of the house, seeming to be dealing with something on his feet.
And right next to this wisp of thick white mist, there are three gray-white mist figures lurking in various corners of the house, seemingly on guard.
The entire room was surrounded by light red mist, but the deepest red was the small shadow next to the figure in the thick white mist.
That's the aura of Elam...a dangerous aura that is extremely close to death!
At the same time, Hilliard also squinted his eyes. He discovered something was wrong in the room earlier than Ian: "This smell, the native of the redwood forest?"
When he and Ian were burying the body together, he had already heard from the other party about Oceana's collusion with the natives, and was not surprised by this.
"It's not particularly troublesome."
Hilliard felt slightly and after noticing the auras of four adults in the room, he planned to move forward.
Although he lost his original sublimated divine power due to the great chaos thirty years ago, it was easy to kill so many natives even if he only relied on the remaining strength and skills of his body.
Based on his heartbeat and breath, the old knight could confirm that none of the four natives in the room had first-level power. At the peak of the empire, they were not even apprentices, but just ordinary people who had been trained.
"Please wait a moment, teacher."
But he saw Ian standing in front of him. The boy stared at his home with a serious expression. He solemnly said: "My brother is in the hands of the other party now..."
At this moment, Ian felt a little enlightened.
"It seems that there are still flaws in observing one's own future through the changes in other people's fortunes."
With Hilliard here, there is no way his life would be in danger when he goes to Hulin. In other words, the change in his destiny actually represents that layer of pure 'gold'.
In contrast, after he left, Elan, who was left behind, encountered the crisis of the indigenous people, which was the real "bloody color"!
"Next time, we should also consider the possibility of prediction. Multiple color combinations and different interpretation methods will lead to completely different answers."
Ian frowned: "What we need to think about now is how to get rid of these natives without endangering Elan."
"Um."
While the boy was thinking, Hilliard raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect that Ian's psychic powers could actually have the ability to see through, and he could detect information that he couldn't even hear.
But this is not surprising. Most of the psychic abilities are complex, and most of the holders have sharp senses.
Now, what he wants to know most is actually the reaction of his 'apprentice'.
"What are you going to do?" the old knight said: "If your brother is indeed in the hands of the natives, it will be extremely difficult to rescue him, and it is impossible for me to protect him when the other party wants to fight... You act
You have to think clearly about the consequences.”
His tone was a little cruel.
"Well, I've thought it through."
Ian stared at the house, his light cyan eyes moving slightly: "Teacher, there are four people in the house. One leader is located in the living room, and three guards are located behind the back door and window, next to the inner room window, and between the corridor and the kitchen."
He simply stretched out his hand and pointed out the location of the three indigenous guards to Hilliard: "In order to ventilate and disperse the smell of blood, I opened the kitchen window before leaving so that you can go in... If possible, I hope
Teacher can help me get rid of those three guards."
"Leave the remaining native with my brother to me."