I don't know when, the figure of Carthage appeared behind Garen, looking calmly at the green lights.
"How come Senior Brother is here in person?" Garen stood up, turned around, and looked at Carthage who suddenly appeared behind him.
"I see ambition in your eyes." Carthage said lightly, "Ambition for power. This is why I accepted you."
Garen's lips curled up slightly, but he said nothing, waiting for his next words.
"I heard that you have a magic knife?" Carthage said suddenly.
Garen was shocked, knowing that the other party had suspicions. A general who could sneak into the Red Snow Sect and not be demoted could not be a fool. It was normal to have this suspicion. In this world, no one can be easily fooled.
Cheated.
"Is this what you're talking about?" Garen's expression remained unchanged, and suddenly there was a magic sword in his hand. However, the blue flame on it had now turned into a light yellow flame. Compared with the original blue flame,
The state of the knife was much weaker. The burning position was also changed from the handle to the tip of the knife.
A flash of black suddenly flashed in Carthage's eyes, and at this moment, Garen's whole body seemed to be soaked in an ice spring, as if being stared at by a violent and cold contradictory giant eye, and his body suddenly stiffened.
This appears to be a scan.
This feeling is fleeting.
The abnormality in Carthage's eyes quickly disappeared. The trace of suspicion deep in his eyes also disappeared.
"I know all about your past. The Black Disk Domain on your home planet, the Seventh Wind God General, right? Do you need me to help you settle it?"
"No, as long as I have the support of senior brother, Garen is already satisfied." Garen bowed his head humbly to show respect. He did not doubt that the other party would find out his past, which was not difficult for him at such a height.
"Come with me." Carthage said the last word and turned to leave.
"Okay." Garen nodded, knowing that Carthage's test was coming.
His eyes fell on his attribute column.
In the past two years of retreat, he spent a lot of potential points, and he directly improved his gene column to the point where it could no longer be improved.
The large number of potential points that had just been obtained also decreased rapidly, falling back to just over 500.
The gene item also changed from the blood eagle directly into a swirling black mist, as if it was hatching something. It has been slow and motionless, and all the gene abilities disappeared in an instant, and the black mist was like a bottomless pit.
No matter how many potential points I put into it, there was no movement at all.
After Galleon wasted a lot of potential points and still had no movement, it didn't dare to move anymore, just waiting for new changes on its own.
And in the past two years, his manor has been infected by the aura of death. Even the intelligent system cannot approach it for a long time. It is because of another reason. The red gem he got from the abyss altar is actually the same as the golden piece he got from Ron.
The crystals merged.
To be precise, the golden crystal was swallowed by the red gem.
The red gem that swallowed the golden crystal seemed to turn into an extremely tempting delicacy. Garen wanted to swallow it directly into his stomach more than once, but he resisted the urge.
The strange thing is that this red gem gradually began to exude a strange breath of death from then on, constantly corroding everything around it, regardless of whether it was living or dead.
Take out the red gem from the space ring, put the galleons quietly into the cuff, and hold it tightly with your hands.
The special dead breath of this gem can perfectly cover up and disguise your own breath, making it impossible to detect it even if you don't fall down the level.
In a flash, Garen followed Carthage into the darkness at top speed.
The figures of the two people, one behind the other, kept flashing in the dark night. All the surveillance settings seemed to have found nothing and turned a blind eye to the two people.
Carthage kept leaping and shooting from the tall buildings on the roof, without using his ability to float, which made his movement more concealed. Garen kept jumping in an emergency, and he could barely follow him.
Looking at the black figure in front of him, Garen felt more and more the terror of this Rain King General Carthage. Even the Guardian couldn't find this guy in disguise sneaking into the sect.
The two kept leaping and leaping, and soon left the headquarters and entered a remote cold zone.
On the dark white land of ice and snow, there stands a white and transparent space vortex. It is a jumping point, and I don't know where it leads.
Carthage landed in front of the whirlpool and walked in slowly.
Garen also dropped down and walked in.
There was a sudden change in front of his eyes, and the light was overflowing, as if countless rainbows were passing by. In just a few seconds, Garen was already standing in a quaint and shabby white courtyard.
Fallen leaves were flying and rustling overhead, and red leaves like maple leaves continued to fall, floating around him like raindrops.
The entire courtyard is very small, less than twenty meters long and wide. A large tree in the middle that is as thick as two people can hug it is the source of these red leaves.
Carthage and Garen appeared at the foot of the big tree as if they had teleported, and they both looked at the room inside the courtyard at the same time.
"Kill them." Carthage closed his eyes and actually stood there.
In an instant, a black figure rushed out of the room.
"Carthage, I will kill you!! Ahhhh!!!!" The man roared, as if he was crazy, holding a big ax more than one meter long and slashed at Carthage with violent force.
The force field concentrated fiercely on the edge of the axe.
The loud rumbling sound was like thunder, and as the man jumped out, the entire courtyard seemed to be violently shaken. The ground was shaking, and black traces of airflow were drawn in the air.
The man rushed over like a mad bull. The huge ax rotated at high speed and struck Carthage hard on the head.
clang!!
When the ax was still a few centimeters away from Carthage, a blue scimitar was firmly blocking the front. The blade collided head-on with the ax, but there was no trace of damage at all.
Green light flashed in Garen's eyes, and the wolf shadow flickered in front of him. It was as if a black illusory giant wolf suddenly pounced forward.
Bang!
The man was directly hit by the illusory wolf shadow and flew backwards. His sternum was completely shattered and blood spurted from his mouth. He fell heavily against the wall of the house behind him, but unexpectedly did not damage the wall and rolled down directly.
I immediately lost my temper.
"That man is the second elder's grandson who has been missing for many years."
Carthage's words immediately gave Garon a chill in his heart.
He watched Carthage turn around. The guy looked at him with a smile and spoke slowly.
"I have wanted to kill him for a long time, and it just so happens that you can do it together today."
This was the first time Garen saw Carthage smile, but he didn't feel any warmth at all.
this guy
He slightly tightened the handle of the knife and retracted the scimitar. No wonder he didn't exert much force just now. The opponent actually flew backwards and died. It was obviously planned in advance.
Carthage, this is helping him make up his mind and cut off the only way out.
He did not doubt that the other party had lied to him. These things could easily be found out based on their current status. He was worried about other aspects.
"It seems that I underestimated how vicious this guy is."
"I heard that your main job was a pilot, and then you changed to an energy mechanic? Right?" Carthage asked lightly, suppressing the smile on his face.
"Yes." Gallon's face twitched and he replied in a low voice. This guy really found out all about his background.
"It's great that you still have a younger brother, a lover, and relatives alive." Carthage sighed, "It's a pity that my relatives have been dead for a long time."
Garen's eyes were cold and he said nothing. This guy was threatening him, a clear threat.
"Are you interested in regaining your strength as a pilot?" At this moment, Carthage's words finally revealed a trace of his true purpose.
"If I wasn't forced, I would be a heritage-level pilot now!" Garen replied in a low voice. "That is my pursuit and dream!"
Carthage smiled mysteriously.
"During this time, help me kill people."
Isn't it enough? Killing the second elder's grandson is not enough to gain the other party's trust?
Garen knew that he was walking a tightrope. If he was not careful, he would be shattered into pieces. Carthage had hidden too many things. This old monster who had lived for at least a thousand years had no idea how many tricks he had hidden.
But in order to improve himself in the shortest possible time, Garen knew that he had no choice.
"good."
He answered lowly and firmly.
In the following time, it lasted for more than a month.
Every day Garen would move with Carthage, going to various places through jump gates every time, killing, killing, and killing again!
Garen felt that his blade was stained with all kinds of blood. When they saw Carthage, many, many people rushed towards him as if they were father-killing enemies. There were also many people who just saw Carthage.
As if he had seen a ghost, he turned around and ran away.
But it was useless, Garen would kill them one by one.
Later, gradually he knew who he had killed.
Those are all small sects of skill masters, yes, they are each sect.
Under the suppression of Carthage, each small sect is constantly being harvested by Galleons. Sometimes they will encounter some stronger sects, but it doesn't matter. These sects are far inferior to the level of the Chixue sect.
It was easy to kill them all by Garen alone.
There is no such thing as good or evil, and there is no such thing as bloodshed.
Galen knew that he must gain Carthage's trust at this time, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable.
One distant sect was slaughtered one after another, leaving no one alive.
Finally, one night, Carthage appeared in front of Galen again.
"Be well prepared, this is a big operation."
"Operation?" Garen's closed eyes opened slightly. He found that in his gene column, the black mist gradually became blood-red as he killed more people, and seemed to be dissipating.
At this time, he raised his head and stared at Carthage.
"What kind of opponent?"
"Blue Frost Sect." Carthage's smiling face looked as ferocious and terrifying as a devil under the dim green light.
This moment.
Garen's heartbeat seemed to be beating a beat slower. (To be continued...)