Arad's crooked savior

“Only in chaos can clarity be highlighted more clearly.”

Hei Yue carefully and preciously collected the secret books. It seemed that in the process, he made a very big and cruel decision.

Since the Black Shock Group is full of internal conflicts and can be said to exist in name only, then he should let go, stop insisting, and forcefully repair this big ship full of loopholes.

He would watch this legendary organization with an indifferent and non-interfering attitude, allowing it to develop or decline.

If someone could wake up to the original intention of creating the Black Shock Group and understand the true meaning of martial arts, he would treat the "Black Shock Style" as a kind of inheritance and hand it over to him.

If the worst happens and the organization is completely rotten and then disbanded, he is willing to believe that in the vast world of martial arts, there will definitely be passionate people in the future who will maintain the purity of martial arts.

The most important thing about the "Black Shock Group" is this pure spirit.

When this Black Shock Group is disbanded, there will be the next "Black Shock Group" to clean up the scum of martial arts.

No matter how difficult it is, you can accept a disciple yourself and teach him slowly.

Hei Yue seemed to be as happy as he was relieved, but there was still a bit of sadness on his face. After all, it was his passion when he was young, a dream of pursuing martial arts.

"Thank you, senior, for your guidance."

He bowed down to Saler, but the latter didn't seem to appreciate it very much. He took out the cigarette rod from his pocket and quietly lit the swirling smoke.

The wooden floors in the dojo were damaged and repairing them was quite troublesome.

Although she also charges some apprenticeship fees when teaching her disciples, she pays more attention to character and talent. If the empire didn't always provide special funds for her sake, she wouldn't be able to support so many martial artists as her disciples.

Hei Yue touched his nose in embarrassment, rubbed oil on the soles of his feet and left, running very fast.

He didn't have much money, and he was really afraid that Salle would pull his arm and ask for compensation. If he couldn't afford the compensation, he would work part-time, mopping the floor and washing dishes.

Watching his figure disappearing on a mountain road, Saler blew out an irregular smoke ring and said leisurely: "That guy really didn't want to compensate me."

We sat down and chatted casually for a while. Hei Yue was probably infected by Hei Yue's calm mood. Saler also spoke more and had a softer expression.

It was not that she was stubborn about not teaching male disciples at the beginning, but after a period of time after accepting disciples, she found that the various characteristics of men were really not suitable for her cultivation method.

Her style requires meticulousness, patience, and the mastery of any tiny skill, like water droplets piercing a stone, while male fighters are more immersed in the loudness, enthusiasm, and arrogance of fighting, and they want to gain powerful power quickly.

This can be seen from the tattoos among male qigong masters that can quickly gain the power of mind energy, but will shorten one-third of their life span.

The same is true in the world of heaven. The delicate beauty of women is more valued.

"They should have a fierce style that is more suitable for them. Instead of learning my skills, those who are good at using spears should learn swordsmanship. This is not worth the gain."

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Ye Lin watched the setting sun on the top of the mountain, slowly sinking into the distant horizon. When night came, the dojo on the mountain lit up with flickering candles.

There is a special aroma of boiled medicinal herbs outside the dojo. Those fighters who sweat profusely during the day will enjoy the comfort and leisure brought by a medicinal bath.

Of course, half an hour of meditation after meals and before going to bed is still inevitable.

Along the way of martial arts, you must cultivate your body and mind.

There are hundreds of people in the entire dojo, like a girls' school that does not accept men.

Ye Lin unintentionally became the only man who could spend the night in the dojo, but Saler paid close attention to him and had no advantage to take advantage of.

Late at night, he stood on the rocks outside the dojo and stretched himself, facing the cold and humid mountain wind, and looked up at the stars in the sky.

But the next moment, he disappeared on the spot.

In the darkness, there were still scattered sparks in the cigarette rod in Saler's hand. Seeing him disappearing out of thin air, he raised his eyebrows and said: "Young and talented, but rarely anxious, with a sharp eye and the bearing of a master. .”

"Grandmaster? Yeah, forget it about master." Isabella quickly shook her head and curled her lips, saying: "He has three apprentices in name, but the swordsmanship is all taught by Siatt, so he doesn't look like a master. .”

When she mentioned this, the third princess was suddenly startled for a moment, blinked her eyes and looked a little weird. Her master only accepted female disciples because women's minds were more delicate.

It seems that he only accepts female disciples, and all of them are righteous and have great minds.

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Veitalon, Imperial Research Institute.

Based on the unique coordinates left on "Ludmila", Ye Lin was able to cross space over long distances and achieve the effect of becoming invisible.

This is a tightly guarded cell, a sealed prison specially made for Ludmila.

There is a dim chandelier hanging in the room, and a layer of relatively soft bedding is spread on the ground. The cell is completely sealed, with a special alloy compartment hidden under the plaster of the wall.

There was also a faint special smell in the air, which seemed to have a hypnotic and sedative effect, causing "Ludmilla" to huddle in the corner with her knees and legs folded, and fell into a deep sleep with a vigilant posture.

There were unhealed scars on the backs of her hands, forehead, and elbows. They were not caused by the interrogation or beating, but by herself due to the violent panic caused by her lack of memory.

A flash of guilt flashed in Ye Lin's eyes, and he gently placed his palm on the other person's head. When she just woke up from confusion, he withdrew the materialized magic he had given her.

"Ludmila" then disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a few drops of bright red blood on the spot, like an object accidentally injured when she was struggling violently.

A stand-in is a stand-in after all, and Held probably doesn't care about that indescribable sense of falseness.

Originally, he was planning to leave the illusion of an "earthquake" here and then leave. With Saler Maya in the guise, Leon would never think of taking advantage of him.

But this special building buried underground gave him a sudden excitement of exploring the unknown in the dark.

The ghost bead, the transfer device, the mechanical bull's chip... are all produced in this magical imperial research institute, which is one of the greatest sources of confidence for the expansion of the empire's ambitions.

Because the research institute is buried deep underground, there are bright lights inside all day long, making it difficult to tell the time. Moreover, these lights are not magical creations, but real electric lights.

There will be strict inspections inside 24 hours a day, and he suspects that there may be technology similar to surveillance.

When Alice supported Leon to ascend the throne, she couldn't even remember how much science and technology she brought with her.

The current scientific and technological power hidden in Delos is still far behind Ghent, but compared to the backward Lawless Zone, it is definitely more than one level higher.

He used the Soul of the Whirlpooler to circle around in an invisible state, but gained nothing of value.

Until he let go of his mental power, it was like mercury pouring all over the place. Looking for a faint mysterious aura, he ducked into a place that looked like a storage room.

The light was also dim and I could barely see. This must have been done deliberately.

As soon as I entered, there was an eerie and cold atmosphere, which made people feel creepy. It seemed that someone was breathing softly on the back of the neck, and the back was numb.

Ye Lin's steps suddenly stopped, and he was shocked. He stared closely at the large glass jar on the shelf not far in front of him, which was filled with a mysterious light brown liquid and a scarlet twisted arm.

It looked less like a human and more like a beast's arm, twisted and clawed, thick and swollen, but he was sure that it was a ghost hand!

In the Imperial Research Institute, there are ghost hands that have been cut off and preserved for study.

And not only that, he also saw a piece of terrifying skin tissue that was peeled off, about twice the size of a palm. He happened to recognize the pattern painted on it. Mo Mei had taught him about it, and it was a mind-qi tattoo.

The mysterious eyeball, which is larger than a fist, rises and falls in the liquid, seemingly alive.

A flawless white rib exudes a vast dragon power.

He even saw the creations of the demon world inside, those "Red Faces" who failed to transplant the Eye of Darkness and twisted from humans into monsters!

Sure enough, Leon was frantically looking for anything that could make him stronger and add strength to the empire.

Ye Lin's breath turned to frost. He was extremely shocked and angry. Billmark only transferred the experiment and used a lot of human experiments.

So it is conceivable that this Imperial Research Institute has been infected with countless innocent souls and blood.

He could clearly feel that deeper beneath his feet, hundreds of meters underground, there were some terrifying experimental subjects that were constantly wailing.

"Thousands of innocent souls should naturally be sacrificed with blood."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Lin disappeared and left the research institute in a flash, but where he originally stood, a mysterious black line of about one meter was left.

This black line was silent for a moment, then began to rapidly expand and lengthen. It could reach a thousand meters in just a few breaths. The darkest and coldest breath of the underworld permeated the entire institute.

He once helped the priest Jig fulfill his "dove" promise to the flame ghost god Jon, so Jig owed him a favor, a favor that could be summoned at any time.

A majestic human figure dressed in blue hell ore, with hellfire emerging from the seams, slowly emerged from the cracks of hell.

If you use the power of ghosts and gods to exhaust everything, people will only think that the institute has accumulated too many wronged souls, so angry ghosts and gods have arisen.

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"Ludmila" will naturally disappear together in the wrath of ghosts and gods.