Steel steam and flame

Combined with the various recent events that occurred in Wilvis City, Cassia believed that the brief activation of the danger signal was a reminder from the body. There was indeed danger approaching, but he quickly retreated for unknown reasons. The danger will not let you go, maybe it's not the right time yet, or maybe it's waiting for the most suitable opportunity.

These danger signs are nothing like those in the Borderline Forest. There is a slow growth process in the forest, and the source of danger lies in one's own perception, which is a judgment based on one's own experience and perception. This time there was no reason at all. I returned to my residence in the evening and lay on the bed. I was recalling the personnel information that I had analyzed that day in my mind. The sudden danger signal made my body beat forcibly.

For a short time, Cassia could barely suppress the boiling blood in her body.

It was an inexplicable feeling. Looking back now, Cassia could finally try to summarize something. Just like something related to herself suddenly appeared in this area, she could still connect with it over a long distance.

"Number Zero?" It's not like I didn't speculate after that. Because Cassia knows that she will not react like this even when facing people like Trivikan and Adolf, then strong men at other stages will naturally not cause similar situations to themselves. After ruling out various causes, Cassia could only think of the experimental subjects.

It was just that a more one-sided connection was established at that time. In this regard, Cassia continued to exclude most of the ordinary experimental subjects, and naturally thought of the No. 0 encountered in the knight squire assessment.

Maybe it was the only thing she could compare to. In the next few days, strange thoughts appeared in Cassia's head. Zero has an extremely excellent foundation, and can even imitate dragons in its growth stage. As long as the necessary energy and time are provided, it can successfully reach the fifth stage. Its maker, Tovi Lust, definitely knew this, and subsequent cultivation was simply the accumulation of education and experience.

Cassia often feels invisible pressure. Entering the third stage, assimilation and fusion can only be completed automatically by the body, turning into a accumulation of time that he least wants to see. There was no feasible way, so he asked Isa specifically, but the answer he got was of no reference. At that time, Cassia truly understood that she, Isha and the others, whether it was surgery or anything else, were already on two completely different paths.

While waiting for Isa and the four new lieutenants to come back from handling matters, Cassia, except for a walk around the company in the morning, spent the rest of the time in the idle factory building in a remote industrial park. Velvis City is not an industrial city, and is more appropriately regarded as a center of trade. Business in the surrounding factories is not very good, and the machines that are supposed to be producing around the clock are shut down three or four days a week.

But this just allows Cassia to practice swordsmanship while using sound wave pulses to describe the shapes of these machines more and more precisely, so as to distract her attention and increase the difficulty of her own training.

Within a week and a half, the second-generation Holy Sword no longer weighed half a ton in Cassia's hands. Fine control allows Cassia to cut off a hair placed on weeds without damaging the leaves of the weeds at all. It's just that this kind of control is destined to be used only a few times, and its mental and physical energy consumption is almost dozens of times that of swinging the holy sword.

On the twelfth day when the factory was put aside to continue training, Cassia parked the limousine in a corner of the factory and brought down enough water and food. It is expected that Isha and others will return one after another in four or five days. He plans not to leave here during this period and takes advantage of the rare free time.

The silver-white blade of the second-generation holy sword was painted gray-black with the prepared paint, losing its unique luster. As usual, Cassia tied as many bags filled with lead as possible on herself, put two steel pillars on her back that did not affect flexibility, and started practicing for the day.

From swordsmanship to close combat, from rapid turning and stopping to emergency avoidance, when it comes to practice, the entire process in the military school is still applicable today. After all, everyone's practice courses at Samsung Academy are customized plans after individual analysis by professionals.

In the afternoon, when her body finally felt tired, Cassia took a few deep breaths and slowed her breathing down. Looking at the lush weeds under the tattered corner of the factory building's iron hood, he pulled out a few strands of his own hair and gently put them on top. Then he stood aside and adjusted his breathing again.

Continuing to practice like this for several days will have a huge effect on strengthening your own skills. Cassia held the sword in one hand and raised it high above her head. Her gaze on the weed blades was focused at this moment, magnifying it instantly. The lines on the grass blades become clear, and the hair gently rests on the fine burrs of the grass blades, swaying slightly under the flow of surrounding air.

With a high concentration of attention and spirit, the head has given several orders to the entire body as to where the blade of the second-generation Holy Sword will stop. Slowly exhaling the air from his lungs, Cassia was briefly absent-minded, as if he was in a semi-sleep state, with nothing else but the thought of slashing with his sword.

The gray-black blade of the Holy Sword fell, and the dark arc-shaped outline immediately took shape. But the moment the arm moved, Cassia, who was concentrating, did not notice the strangeness caused by the uncontrolled body. The Holy Sword fell at a right angle, and the exhausted spirit and physical strength had brought about a swamp-like fatigue.

One hand could no longer bear the weight of half a ton of the second-generation holy sword. Cassia quickly moved the other hand, only to find that he had lost control of his body.

"Cang!" The roar of metal strikes sounded in his head, causing Cassia to withdraw from a state of high concentration. But there is no way to stop this unknown activity that is going on in the body.

The boiling blood raised the body temperature to over 80 degrees in a short time, and the heartbeat that exceeded the limit made Cassia feel the long-lost sense of suffocation and nausea. He opened his mouth, but the loss of energy prevented him from even completing the simple act of breathing. Immediately, Cassia clearly felt the warmth of the solid red mercury in her abdomen turning into a burning heat that burned her body. The heat flow does not pass through the blood vessels, but takes another route throughout the body. The high-energy fat material was ignited by the heat flow, and while the body temperature rose again, Cassia suddenly felt that at some point, there seemed to be an extremely unstable film surrounding herself around her.

The idea just appeared, and the "dong-dong" heartbeat sounded in the factory. All the thoughts in his head were knocked to pieces by the heavy impact. At some point, the brightness of the scenery began to weaken in his eyes that turned into cross pupils.

With the sound of "crackling", Cassia saw that the wall of the factory building in front of him suddenly lost an oblate shape, and the original masonry and concrete structure now became a molten substance bursting with flames. With him as the center, it looks like a soap bubble that suddenly bursts, and droplets of invisible matter splash around, like a broken spider web. The moment it comes into contact with any substance, the extreme high temperature will instantly melt it.

There seemed to be a burning crimson flower blooming all around. Cassia was the only core of this flower with a radius of twenty to thirty meters. It was teetering and then fell straight down.

The state change in the blink of an eye drained away physical and mental energy, causing Cassia's consciousness to quickly reach the edge of coma. He felt that he was falling, and his last sight before the light disappeared told him that there was a molten material in front of him like lava. The weak consciousness gave orders to the body.

After the sound of "bang", Cassia's clothes were ignited, and a flame with a little smoke rose up. Soon it turned into ashes, revealing the tightly fitting black scales underneath.

"I shouldn't be burned to death." This was probably Cassia's last thought, he prayed.