High Above

Hilliard is very clear that every psyker is essentially a person with an extremely tough mind, and it can even be said that the heart is as tough as a rock.

Therefore, he is also a born sublimator.

Without an extremely strong self-will and tenacious spirit, it is impossible to bear the pain of flesh and blood sublimation or distortion after taking many potions and supplements.

It is even more impossible to continue to control one's own body in this pain, to absorb the essence of many sublimation herbs and monsters in the potion, to activate the divine power of the source seed in the body, and to merge into a 'sublimation bloodline' or a 'true form path' , Become a sublimator who completely surpasses ordinary life.

Hilliard looked at Ian with anticipation, and the boy's expression of surprise and yearning was so real, it reminded him of his desire for the road to ascension when he was young.

The other party is talented, but without someone to guide him, he would never have been able to walk the path of a sublimator. Even if he was favored by a local sublimator in Port Harrison, he would never be able to reach the second energy level, let alone a higher level, in this life.

But with his guidance, it is completely different.

"Can the technology of the earth do it?"

At this moment, Ian really felt incredible.

——Perfect control of every muscle in his body, even reaching the level of disguise?

It sounds simple, but it is actually extremely difficult.

With this level of physical control, even if someone opened a hole in his body, he might be able to use his muscles to contract to avoid bleeding, right?

It is impossible for the genetically modified fighters in the previous life to do this kind of thing... Well, it is possible, but it needs to install an additional muscle control system.

But in the world of Terra, it seems that it only needs to practice and strengthen willpower to achieve it!

"Strong self-will, and can even directly control the body... A world with spiritual energy is really extraordinary." Ian couldn't help whispering in his heart: "This is really a specious world, and it is impossible to have this kind of technology in my hometown."

Ian raised his head and looked at Hilliard's familiar yet unfamiliar face again. After confirming that it was difficult for him to distinguish, he couldn't help muttering: "It seems that this identity is not very important to you, teacher."

Indeed, with this kind of ability, the world is so big, where can't you go?

"It's not that simple. Lurking locally disguised as a stranger, and lurking locally disguised as an existing person, it is obvious that the latter is safer, because the former cannot withstand investigation."

But Hilliard raised his hand, shook his fingers, and pointed out that Ian was obviously thinking too easily: "Maybe you can fish in troubled waters in the border areas. The big cities of the empire need to have ID cards. It is useless to look the same, and the blood type , fingerprints should be the same."

"Psykers don't need to observe the blood and muscles to distinguish people. What they observe is the 'will field'. These are hidden dangers."

The boy heard the words, thought about it carefully, and thought it was true.

Since the world of Terra has this kind of disguise technology, it should also have the same discrimination technology. Things are not as simple as he thought.

It is true that the strange world cannot be judged only by the thinking of the hometown.

At this moment, Ian and Hilliard have arrived around Ian's house.

The boy who was walking relaxed suddenly raised his head and looked towards his room.

The light in his eyes was slightly bright, and his eyes were solemn: "There..."

In Ian's vision of foresight, a wisp of thick white mist was sitting cross-legged in a hidden corner of the house, as if it was dealing with something on his feet.

And just beside this thick white mist, there are three gray-white mist figures lurking in every corner of the house, seeming to be on guard.

The whole room is surrounded by light red mist, but the deepest red is a small phantom next to the thick white mist figure.

That was Elan's breath... a dangerous breath that was extremely close to death!

At the same time, Hilliard also narrowed his eyes - he obviously noticed something wrong in the house earlier than Ian: "This breath, a native of the redwood forest?"

When he buried the body with Ian, he had already heard about Ossina's collusion with the natives, so he wasn't surprised.

"It's not particularly troublesome."

Hilliard felt slightly, and after noticing the presence of four adults in the room, he planned to move forward.

Although he lost his original sublimation power due to the chaos thirty years ago, even if he only relied on the little power and skill left in his body, it was easy to kill these few natives.

With his heartbeat and breath, the old knight can be sure that none of the four natives in the house has the power of the first level. At the peak of the empire, they are not even apprentices, but ordinary people who have been trained.

"Please wait, teacher."

But he saw Ian standing in front of him. The boy stared at his home with a serious expression. He said solemnly: "My brother is in the other party's hands now..."

At this moment, Ian felt a little enlightened.

"It seems that there are still gaps in observing one's own future through changes in the fate of other people."

With Hilliard around, it would be impossible for him to risk his life if he went to the lake forest. In other words, the change in his fate actually represented that layer of pure 'gold'.

On the contrary, after I left, Elan, who was left behind, encountered the crisis of the natives, which is the real "blood color"!

"Next time, we should also consider the possibility of precognition. The combination of multiple colors and the interpretation methods are different, and the answers obtained are completely different."

Ian frowned: "The thing to think about now is how to get rid of these natives without endangering Elan."

"Um."

And just as the boy was thinking, Hilliard raised his brows slightly. He didn't expect that Ian's psychic power actually had the ability to see through, and he could detect information that he couldn't even hear.

But this is not surprising, most of the psionic abilities are compound type, and most of the holders have keen 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 younger brother is indeed in the hands of the natives, it will be extremely difficult to rescue, and it is impossible for me to protect him if the other party wants to tear up his ticket...You act The result, you have to think clearly."

His tone was a little cruel.

"Well, I've figured it out."

Ian stared at the house, his light blue eyes moved slightly: "Teacher, there are four people in the house, one leader is located in the living room, and three guards are located behind the rear 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 for Hilliard: "In order to ventilate and disperse the smell of blood, I opened the kitchen window before I left, and I can go in from there... If possible, I hope The teacher can help me get rid of the three guards."

"The remaining native with my younger brother will be handed over to me."