Mysterious journey

I don't know when, Carthage's figure appeared behind Garen, looking calmly at the green lights.

"Why are senior brothers 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 sword?" Carthage said suddenly.

Garen was shocked, knowing that the other party was suspicious. A general who is able to sneak into the Chixue Sect without losing rank cannot be a fool, and it is normal to have this suspicion. No one who is a skilled mechanic in this world will be fooled by simple tricks.

"Is this what you're talking about?" Garen's expression remained unchanged, and the Sun Demonic Sword suddenly appeared in his hand. It's just that the blue flame on top has now turned into a light yellow flame, which is much weaker than the original blue flame. The burning position was also changed from the handle to the tip.

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 soon disappeared. The trace of doubt deep in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

"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 senior brother's support, 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 someone of his height.

"Come with me." Carthage said the last word and turned to leave.

"Okay." Garen nodded. Know that the test of Carthage is 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 only more than 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. This black mist is also 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 it to show new changes.

In the past two years, his manor has been infected by the slightest breath of death, and even the intelligent system cannot approach it for a long time. This is because of another reason. The red gem he got from the abyss altar was actually fused with the golden crystal he got from Ron.

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 dead atmosphere. It constantly corrodes everything around it, whether living or dead.

Taking out the red gem from the space ring, Galleon quietly put it into his cuff and held it tightly with his hand.

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.

With a flash of his body, Garen shot into the darkness following Carthage 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 high-rise buildings on the roof, without using its ability to float, so such movements were more concealed. Garen kept jumping in an emergency, but he could barely keep up with him.

Looking at the black figure in front of him, Garen felt more and more the terror of this Rain King General Carthage. Unexpectedly, not even the Lord Guardian noticed this guy in disguise sneaking into the school.

The two kept jumping and quickly left the headquarters and entered the remote cold zone.

On the dark white land of ice and snow, a white and transparent space vortex stood impressively. It was a jumping point, and it was unknown where it led.

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 teleporting, and they both looked at the room inside the courtyard at the same time.

"Kill them." Carthage closed his eyes and just stood there.

In an instant, a black figure rushed out of the room.

"Carthage, I will kill you!! Ahhhhh!!!!" The man roared, as if he was crazy, holding a big ax more than one meter long and struck Carthage hard with violent power. 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 charged towards him as fiercely as a mad bull. The huge ax rotated at high speed and struck Carthage hard on the head.

clang! !

A few centimeters away from Carthage, a blue scimitar stood firmly in front of the axe. The blade and the ax collided head-on, but there was no trace of damage.

Green light flashed in Garen's eyes, and the wolf shadow flickered in front of him. It was as if a giant black illusory wolf suddenly pounced forward.

Bang!

The man was directly hit by the illusory wolf shadow and flew backwards. His sternum was completely broken, blood spurted from his mouth, and he fell heavily against the wall of the house behind him. He actually didn't break 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 made Garon feel cold.

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 will 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 his grip on the handle and retracted the scimitar. No wonder he didn't put in much effort just now, but the other party just flew backwards and died. It was obviously planned in advance.

Carthage, this is helping him make up his mind. Cutting off the only way out.

He didn't doubt that the other party was lying to him. With their current status, these things could be easily found out with a single check. He was worried about other things.

"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." Garen'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 on a tightrope and would be shattered into pieces if he was not careful. 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 replied lowly and firmly.

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In the following time, it lasted for more than a month.

Every day Garen would act together with Carthage, and each time he would go to various places through jump gates, killing, killing, and killing again!

Garen felt that his blade was stained with all kinds of blood. When they saw Carthage, many people rushed towards him as if they were father-killing enemies. There were also many people who turned around and ran away as if they had seen a ghost.

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 for Garen to kill them all by himself.

There is no such thing as good or evil, and there is no such thing as bloodshed.

Galen knew that he must gain the trust of Carthage 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 Garon again.

"Be well prepared, this is a big operation."

"Operation?" Garen's closed eyes opened slightly, and he discovered that in his gene column, as the number of his killings increased, the black mist was gradually dyed blood-red, and seemed to be dissipating.

Raising his head now, he 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 slow down a beat. .