Mysterious journey

Garen's hood wasn't even blown open by the shock. He was just knocked around and was not injured.

After some entanglement, both sides seemed to be aware of the other's difficulty, and the situation became deadlocked.

Time passes minute by minute.

I don’t know how long it took, the sunlight gradually dimmed, and the sky gradually became dark.

The underworld carriage finally hissed, slowly backed up, and disappeared directly into a small patch of shadow behind it.

Mars!

Its blood-red eyes stared intently at Garen, seeming to remember the guy who had rendered it powerless the first time.

Soon, its body and the car entered the shadow together. Suddenly, it turned around, accelerated and ran, and jumped up in the shadow.

Silently, the underworld carriage sank directly into the wall and disappeared completely.

Masmus's cry came faintly from the distance and still echoed in the library. But it quickly moved away, getting smaller and smaller, until it completely disappeared.

Garen stood there quietly, feeling a little helpless.

He even tried to press the secret weapon at the bottom of the box. Unfortunately, the speed at which he was extracted was too high, almost reaching 80%. This also caused his reaction to keep up, but his movements and body could not keep up at all. This is actually nothing. As long as the ability to predict is still there, there is no problem.

The most important thing is that the carriage in the underworld moved too fast, almost like yellow lightning, and it had already hit him before he blinked his eyes.

Moreover, the carriage in the underworld is completely immune to totem attacks, and its own body attacks cannot keep up. It is completely immune to totem attacks, making it impossible to fight!

Garen was also furious.

Looking at the empty library hall, Garen calmed down and turned around to go out to see if the Silver-faced Man was still there.

Suddenly, his steps stopped and he froze in place.

The entire hall suddenly experienced strange changes.

The gravel on the ground floated up piece by piece, flew towards the ceiling, and was embedded back into the original cracks and grooves.

The big silver ball that rolled down automatically moved and flew back to its original place lightly, as if a video recorder was rewinding. Even the trajectory it rolled back was exactly the same.

A large amount of dust and gravel flew up, flew back to the statue on the wall, and fit back together.

Countless amounts of dust floated up, rising silently. It was as if the world was turned upside down and a heavy rain of dust and gravel began to fall from the ground.

The smashed and shattered tables and chairs automatically flipped up and rolled back to their original positions. A large number of sawdust flew back from the surface, and the fit was complete, and then countless dust covered them back, getting thicker and thicker.

The large pits on the ground were quickly refilled, and then the cracks disappeared and were covered with the original black marble, with a thick layer of dust on the outside.

The entire library seemed to be going back in time silently, and all the damaged areas were quickly restored to their original state.

Finally, everything returned to calm.

The library has been completely restored to the moment Garen came in and saw it. There were no traces of the movement of the underworld carriage.

He looked at the entire library hall with a strange expression, and his mind was confused for a moment.

"What's going on?"

Garen walked to the bottom of a large hole in the wall that had been created when he was hit earlier, and looked up at the place where the big hole was.

It was intact, and you could even see a small spider web in the corner of the wall, with the spider's translucent shell on it.

The position was not high, so Garen stretched out his fingers and pressed the wall.

It was flat and smooth, and the surface was still covered with a layer of white ash, but the previous black ash was gone.

He pressed hard without believing in evil.

Click!

Suddenly there was a dent in the wall. Then it quickly returned to flatness. Garen retracted his fingers and looked at the surrounding scene with a thoughtful expression on his face.

He turned around and walked towards the door. After exiting the door, he saw the silver-faced man sitting on the steps at the door. This guy actually fell asleep. He probably relaxed all of a sudden and simply broke the jar. Whatever happened. He also began to snore.

The guy's black clothes became dirty, dusty, and somewhat tattered.

There was a black badge scattered on the ground beside it. The carving on it was a bit strange. It was a silver sun emitting infinite light. Inside the sun, there was an eye with a black vertical pupil.

Garen put the badge away.

He walked over and kicked the silver-faced man.

"Wake up. Hello!"

The silver-faced man stumbled and suddenly woke up. Stand up suddenly.

"Is it over?!" He quickly turned back to look at Garen.

"What do you mean it's over?" Garen was speechless. "Next, I need your help. Take me to the Black Sky Society's strongholds, all the strongholds you know."

He was about to start brushing up on action points, his agility was still a little short of perfect, and his secret weapon also needed points to be increased.

"Stronghold, I know where the other two runaway guys should be!" The silver-faced man replied immediately, his response was decisive and without hesitation.

Garen couldn't help but take another look at him.

"Take off your mask."

The silver-faced man smiled bitterly and took off the mask on his face.

He revealed a weathered face of a middle-aged uncle, a very ordinary face, with a black beard mixed with a few white beards. His eye sockets were sunken, looking like he was severely sleep deprived.

"What's your name?" Garen asked casually.

"Feng Chi, my name is Feng Chi." The uncle answered honestly.

"Wind chimes?!" Garen almost vomited. Looking at that very weathered face, he didn't know where to complain. This name doesn't match this face at all.

"Okay, wind chimes." He reluctantly got used to the contrast. "Take out all the secret treasures you used to besiege me yesterday."

Wind Chime honestly took out something, a black exquisite pocket watch, and handed it to Garen.

Garen took it, held it in his hand and started playing with it.

The pocket watch is very small, only half the size of a normal pocket watch. There are no numbers, no words, no scales on it, only a pointer that is constantly rotating.

"What's this?"

"Atomized Black Crow Array." Feng Chime explained, "We call it the Mist Crow Array. It can catalyze tens of thousands of aura-shaped black crow totems and form a cylindrical magic array to isolate and imprison the enemy. Imprisonment ability It consumes a lot of money. You smashed it yesterday, and the structure of this part of the secret treasure is also broken. Now only the function of catalyzing the black crow is left."

"What level of secret treasure is this?"

"The imitation of the second-level secret treasure." Feng Chime explained, "It is the imitation of the ultimate secret treasure you call it. Internally in Mahakala, we divide the secret treasures into one to three levels according to the general, ultimate, and initial. Correspondingly, it is convenient to divide the power. It was originally a third-level secret treasure. The Mist Crow Formation is an imitation of the Mahakala Defense Formation and belongs to the second-level secret treasure. There are many second-level secret treasures, and almost all leaders of major forces have them. This is also what I made after my contribution to Mahakala. The rewards you get.”

Garen's eyes flashed.

"So, the Mahakala Society also has the third-level initial secret treasure?"

"Yes, this is a secret treasure that can be used repeatedly. Its maximum power is the fourth type of totem level." Wind Chime stared at the pocket watch with some pain. "He's yours now."

Garen smiled, turned over the pocket watch, and saw a line of small silver characters engraved on the dark back.

‘If giving up is a kind of sobriety, then I still choose to persist. ’ is in Enite script.

"That line of writing was carved by the maker. He was my best friend and the top workshop master and scholar of Mahakala. He has been dead for many years." The wind chime became a little lower.

"How do you use this?" Garen threw away his pocket watch.

"Imagine the power of your own totem pouring into it. Every time you use it, you will consume a piece of amethyst. As a reminder, the power of the totem required is very large. Of course, you can also use the light of the totem to make up for it. The two are actually similar in nature." The wind chime quickly reminded.

"oh?"

Garen held the pocket watch in his hand and tried to input his totem power and totem light into it.

"The power of this secret treasure is determined by the amount of totem power or totem light you input. The upper limit is four types. The range can be very wide." Feng Chime explained while retreating further. It is convenient for Galen to experiment with the secret treasure.

"The created fog crow only has the consciousness of attacking and nothing else. It needs to be used with caution."

The words have not yet finished.

Black mist quickly filled the area around Galleon.

Large waves of black mist spread from around him, and the source of the mist was clearly the pocket watch in his hand.

The mist swirled and condensed above Gallon's head, and soon formed small black crows. Some stopped on Garon's shoulders, some circled and flew overhead, and some looked around for targets to attack with their small eyes.

A large amount of black fog condensed into more and more fog crows. Gradually, the entire entrance of the library was shrouded in a large black fog.

Feng Chime opened her mouth wide and was speechless for a moment.

This kind of momentum was surprisingly similar to the momentum they created last night. Large black fog crows began to circle in the sky around the library, like black rivers, converging and then dispersing.

The sky was filled with strange quacking screams. It was as if the dead city suddenly became lively.

"How much totem light does he have?" Feng Chime murmured, not knowing what expression to use at this time.

Soon, the scene lasted for more than half a minute, and a large number of fog crows turned into black mist again and swarmed back into the pocket watch in Garen's hand.

The black mist dissipated, revealing Garen's calm and composed face.

"This thing is good, the power is indeed very good, and the consumption is not very high." Garen was very satisfied with this secret treasure.

The eight-headed dragon is his strongest totem, but the other totems are completely incomparable and too weak. He plans to remove the control over time and exchange them for other resources to avoid wasting them.

The eight-headed dragon is too powerful, and it is easy for others to discover the difference in his totem if he takes it out at every turn. The acquisition of the Mist Crow Formation just made up for the shortcomings in daily use.

The power of the aura transformed into the strongest four types fully meets the needs of normal use, and the stronger eight-headed dragon does not need to always be in the spotlight. Now the eight-headed dragon is released in a completely illusory form, as if even the body has been transformed into elements. For a short time, it can be pretended to be possessed by spiritual light. After a long time, even a totem master will know that something is abnormal.