Watching Carthage quickly move away and disappear into the distant sky.
There was an indescribable heaviness in Garen's heart.
"It's still not enough..." Not being relegated was already something he once looked up to, but now, he is still just a vulnerable little character in the eyes of others.
He thought of the once mysterious spire of the Chixue Sect and the Feiyun Tower on the Naga Star. The Chixue Sect was the pioneering sect after the secret martial arts masters came to this world, and the Feiyun Tower was said to be the sect of the Chixue Sect.
There are still many mysterious things left in the relics left behind by the Snow Sect when it was at its most glorious.
"There is also the Ice Hell. First go to the Ice Hell and meditate on the Ice Seed. Then go directly to Feiyun Pagoda and watch the ceremony!" Garen made the arrangements.
Looking at the flawless plate in his hand, Garen sat down cross-legged again. The joy of the breakthrough was instantly suppressed by Carthage.
The Flawless Plate is just like a very ordinary blue plate. It is carved with silvery lines that look like silver. It has no apparent function. If it is thrown away at an antique fair, maybe no one will look at it at all.
It turns out that he is the core of everything in the body of an eighth-level master.
But such a seemingly ordinary thing can actually support everything for an eighth-level master.
Garen asked all the werewolves to stay away and continue to protect this place again.
He gently stroked the flawless plate and felt the silver lines on it.
After the True Martial Mirror, there is the Pan Realm. Garen has no clue in his mind. He is not a real top genius or a person with the pinnacle of understanding. He is just a master who forcibly improved by relying on the terrifying devouring ability of the Cold Hell Peacock Technique.
The silver mirror of the True Martial Mirror has not reached the level, let alone the pan realm.
At least the ancient Yinduo civilization did not have any Pan realm, but the pure secret martial arts of life and the secret martial arts of death as the foundation. His current Cold Hell Peacock Gong has been completed, and he has the qualifications of a legion-level master, which is second only to the ancient Yinduo civilization.
The strongest true spirit and demon king level.
"According to the realm of this world, the True Martial Mirror should integrate everything within itself and incubate to derive a new qualitative change power, while Pan uses this power to integrate with the outside world to achieve the effect of controlling part of the power of the universe."
Galen connected all the known information in his mind and began to analyze and judge what the level of the disk was like.
"Carthage said that the Immaculate Disk can control a thousand times the force of gravity. Obviously my conjecture is very consistent. However, the details should be much more complicated." Garen didn't even get the silver mirror, let alone the disk, and he studied it for a long time.
There was no gain at all. Instead, I felt a little weird and restless.
This made him slightly startled, and he quickly gathered his thoughts, no longer paying close attention to the Flawless Plate.
Didi... didi...
Suddenly, a contact request appeared in the energy mark.
Garen glanced at it, and it turned out to be the woman from the Remora Merchant Alliance whom he met when he came back last time. Her name was Sandor. Garen still remembered that her spaceship was a gift from her.
"It's Miss Sandor, I haven't contacted you for a long time." He opened the contact channel.
"Yes, it has been more than a year." Sandor's face appeared in front of Garen's eyes, still full of heroic spirit. "Mr. Garen, we have found a lot of the holy branches you need, and are now sending them to your Red Snow Star.
Please pay attention to check!"
"It's so timely!" Garen suddenly smiled, "I was worried about the lack of sacred branches, so you sent a message saying that you found them, and I will send you the account right away."
"There's no rush, let's pay after inspecting the goods." Sandor waved his hand. "This matter is a small matter, but I have a small favor that I need your help with."
"You can just say it." The other party had done a lot of help to him and even sent him a spaceship. Garen had to show his gratitude.
"That's it. One of my younger brothers and sisters wants to go to the capital of Nagadako to witness the Grand Mechanicist Festival. I don't know about Mr. Garon..." Sandor said with some embarrassment.
As a businessman, the merchant alliances outside the top ten are far from qualified to observe. The energy masters are all wealthy masters. Any eighth-level or ninth-level energy master is far richer than a merchant alliance. Even
A mechanic who is less than the inheritance level does not have much status in the world of energy mechanics. He is not as good as a fifth-level energy mechanic. Not to mention her Remodo Merchant Alliance.
If Sandor hadn't come into contact with a martial arts master like Garen, he probably wouldn't have even thought about attending this event.
"The three major cities will hold grand gatherings at the same time. This is no problem. I will send my people to pick them up. You can pass the information first. Then just contact me directly as a junior brother." Garen readily agreed,
He directly gave Bernstad's contact information to the other party. After giving some instructions, the two disconnected.
He also contacted Bernstad and asked him to pick up the spaceship that was coming soon and explained the matter at the same time.
"Why haven't you seen Hill for so long?" Garen suddenly remembered and asked casually.
Bernstad suddenly looked resentful when he heard this.
"Sir, you just remembered...? Hill has been gone for a long time."
"Gone?" Garen really didn't notice, and frowned when he heard this.
"Yes, sir, you don't like her. She couldn't see any hope, so she naturally left." Bernstad said frankly.
"What is this?" Garen was speechless, "Are there any changes now on Naga Star?"
"There have been changes, and they are big." When talking about this, Bernstad's face suddenly darkened, "Many small and medium-sized schools have been wiped out. I don't know who did it. The alliance has held several meetings, but
We still haven’t been able to take any effective measures, and the Longyan Sect was also wiped out not long ago.”
"The Dragon Eye Sect was also destroyed?" Garen's heart sank. It was so fast! It was definitely not just Carthage who was doing it. There were still nearly ten years before the extinction of the energy masters in history. How could it be possible?
Start now?!
"Brother, do you think our Red Snow Sect will..." Bernstad's voice was a little cold, "Some people in the sect have already escaped quietly, but they are all rich kids who spend money to gild."
"I know this well, just go and finish what I told you. The rest of the matter will not affect our Chixue Sect for the time being, so don't worry." Garen said calmly.
He recalled how mysterious Carthage had always been. He knew that Carthage was cultivating him now because his true identity had not yet been exposed. His relationship with the Red King had not been exposed. Once this relationship was exposed, perhaps
At that time, the first person who wanted to kill him was Carthage.
Right now it's just a matter of cultivating more reliable helpers, but maybe that will happen in the future.
The contact was broken. Garen's face was gloomy. He picked up the Flawless Plate again, but still couldn't find any clues.
With a long sigh, he finally gave up.
"I'm not a real genius after all... I gained nothing from facing Baoshan."
Putting down the flawless plate, Garen stood up.
"Let's go to the Ice Hell first and wait and see the Ice Seeds of the predecessors of the Scarlet Snow Sect. Maybe we can gain something."
Jumping up, Garen released a force field out of thin air to hold his body in the air. The force field directly offset the gravity of the earth and flew towards the headquarters.
The werewolves below looked up and knelt on the ground, looking pious.
"Farewell to the master."
Sounds came one after another from below.
Garen looked down and saw Turing commanding the werewolf and the people within the sect to pour high-energy mineral crystals into a huge pit. This was something they mined from other places and cost thousands of gold crystals.
, is worth a lot of money, equivalent to the annual total income of some countries. This is all it can be extracted from.
Gallon saw Turing kneeling on the ground towards him from a distance, praying loudly and respectfully.
Shaking his head, these werewolves already regarded him as the most noble god, unparalleled. He corrected him several times and didn't bother to bother anymore. It was useless.
Return your mind to the Ice Hell again. This is the highest palace of the Scarlet Snow Sect, which is much more precious than the Ancestral Palace and the Great Library on the Cliff. To enter, you need to apply for qualifications from three elders.
Without thinking much, he flew directly in the direction of the great elder.
"The Great Elder is in retreat, please do not disturb me." As soon as he entered the territory of the Great Elder, the patrolling robot bird floating in the air issued a warning sound.
Garen frowned and exited, then flew towards the third elder.
In the forest, an elder guard in white was standing guard.
"The third elder has not come back since he went out. How about you wait, senior brother?"
"Out?" Garen frowned. "What about the second elder? Do you know the situation?"
"I know, the second elder seems to have gone out with the third elder." The guard quickly replied.
"What a coincidence? None of the three elders are seen?" Garen felt that something was wrong, "What about the senior managers?"
There are various high-level managers and many reclusive inheritance masters in the headquarters. There are no less than dozens of these people, so they can’t disappear quietly, right?
"Half of the top managers are out. The rest are still in their respective jurisdictions."
"I understand, you can go down." Garen nodded. In addition, Carthage wanted to go out and attend some ceremony, so obviously the main purpose was to distract himself.
"Is he going to attack the Lord Guardian?" he guessed with a shiver in his heart.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a violent heat surge inside his body, exploding like a bomb at an extremely terrifying speed.
"It's the black bead that I just ate!!" Garen immediately recalled the bead that Carthage gave him just now, but he didn't expect that it would only be effective now.
He staggered back a few steps, his face turning green and white, and his body seemed to be ignited by gasoline and began to burn instantly.
"Is this the beginning of overdrafting the potential!" He suppressed the flames fiercely, turned around and flew towards the Ice Hell. The aura on his body was rushing upwards like a substance, and he had just reached the level of non-degradation.
, suddenly began to expand again.
The cries, screams, and roars of countless people rang in his ears, as if he was hearing hallucinations. Garen's vision began to blur, and his ears began to lose hearing.
"It's really good..." In a daze, he seemed to hear a cold voice echoing in his ears. "It's really hard for Carthage to prepare such a good body for me..."
Boom!!
There was a thunder in the clear sky, and Garen's body flying high in the sky suddenly froze and stagnated in mid-air.
An unprecedented terrifying aura instantly locked him completely.
A small white man about the size of a child slowly appeared behind Garen. It was wearing white and purple-patterned technological armor, and had two horns on its head that looked like bull horns.
This villain's lips and eyes are purple-black, with an evil and cruel smile on his face. The weirdest thing is that his hands and feet only have three fingers each.
Raising his hand, the villain's three thick fingers on his right hand gently grasped the back of Garen's head.
In an instant, its entire body melted into streaks of white smoke, and it quickly penetrated into the back of Garen's head.
"The prologue has begun! Hehehehehe..." The sharp and terrifying laughter kept echoing in the high air, but no one except Garen heard it. (To be continued)