The Etiquette of the Soldiers is To Meet Up

In the quiet room of the underground base of the executive department, Allen sat quietly on the clean ground, breathing long and deep, like a violent wind sweeping across a deep valley, with a whistling power.

The sheathed long knife that Ms. Kelly gave to Allen was placed on Allen's knee steadily, as if it had become one with Allen.

Alan put one hand on the scabbard and the other on the hilt, his mind was clear and empty, and he was in harmony with the long knife in front of him.

If anyone observes Alan closely, he will see how extraordinary the long knife on his knee is.

Hum!

The indifferent and far-reaching sword sound came out from the void, as if it came from the void.

The long knife placed on Allen’s knee trembled in an unnoticeable posture. It was gentle and gentle, and it stagnated with Allen’s breathing, as if this long knife had also come alive. It was generally breathing with Allen. Destiny.

However, Allen knew that this was not the case.

The long knife that Ms. Kaili gave him was precious, but it was only a silver-ranked weapon, not something against the sky.

Although it can be said that it is cutting iron like mud, but it can't be passed on to produce one's own consciousness.

Judging from the knowledge he currently understands and comes into contact with, the magic equipment of the golden rank can't have this kind of miracle either.

It is estimated that only higher magic tools can have their own consciousness.

In this scene now, Alan is just raising a knife.

This is a secret technique that he obtained after his long knife skill reaches the master level, which can improve the fit between the weapon and the owner, make the two cooperate more tacitly, and exert a higher combat power.

Of course, Allen's current sword-raising skills are only incomplete.

It was not because the secret technique he had obtained was incomplete, but because he was not real silver, unable to use his soul to raise weapons and strengthen his long sword with vindictive energy.

Because when this secret technique was first developed, it targeted people above the silver rank.

After all, most of the powerhouses who can reach the master level with the swordsmanship have already become the golden rank existence, even the Tianzong wizards have at least reached the silver rank, and have not considered the situation of Alan at all.

Therefore, a situation like Ellen is rarely seen to the extreme, even the strong man who developed this secret technique probably did not expect it.

But Allen didn't care about this. Although he didn't achieve the silver rank, the effect of the sword raising technique was a little worse, but the investigation was a little worse, at least better than nothing.

After learning of his father's great achievements in those years, Allen also had a certain sense of urgency in his heart, and began to seize every opportunity to improve his strength.

Let's not say anything about revenge for the father, at least have the basic self-protection ability.

This is Allen's current main idea and the most pragmatic idea.

Breath...breath...breath...breath...

The turbulent air flow gushes out from the end of Alan's nose like a mad dragon, and disappears invisible under the effect of the magic arranged in the quiet room.

The long knife on Allen’s knee began to scream sharply, the original high and indifferent knife scream suddenly became high at this moment, and the surging murderous intent overflowed, mixed with the surging "potential" of Allen's body Release spread.

Wow!

The magic circle engraved inside the quiet chamber began to count and revolve, resisting the surging aura of Alan.

The transparent air in mid-air began to twist, as if an invisible monster was making waves in mid-air.

Alan, who was originally sitting on the ground, has gradually turned red, his body temperature has started to skyrocket, and the blood rushing in his body has become hot like lava.

At this time, in Allen's mind, in the battlefield of Allen's meditation, he was accumulating strength.

...

The tall old trees stand on the ground like wild giants, concealing the little splendor of Japan in winter.

The canopy of the tree covering the sky and the sun is like a cloud hanging down from the sky, underneath, there is only a deep silence, as deep as a bottomless abyss.

Scattered spots of light fell scattered on the ground with heavy snow, and also on the faces of the two standing next to the ancient tree.

Snowflakes still floated between the sky and the earth, wantonly and frantically, dyeing the earth with a whiteness.

Alan, who was fixed by the spell, stood unable to move, and his expression was silent.

And the puppet master, who had long been lost, was standing in front of Allen intact, repeating the story that he had already experienced.

This was the scene in the Frozen Fortress, and it was also the moment when Allen came to this world closest to death.

All this was preserved in Allen's powerful memory and cherished in his mind.

Allen is now fighting the opponent again through meditation, hoping to continue to improve his skills through this method.

This method of meditation has existed since ancient times. At the beginning, it was just a way for the mage to sharpen the spirit, improve the spiritual power, and exercise the magical power.

Until later, a genius in the genre of combatants gave this ancient method a new vitality.

The strong man whose name has disappeared in the lost history, allows the combatants to improve their strength through meditation.

However, it is not to sharpen the spirit like those wizards, but to reproduce the scenes that one has experienced in the sea of ​​spirit through meditation, and face the enemies that have been witnessed.

This method looks extremely funny, but in fact it is also very effective.

Except that it is difficult to get started, and the low-stage effect is poor and cannot be compared with a real sword and a gun, the other ones are actually not much different.

For those who specialize in this way, in the battle of meditation, the same will be injured and the energy will be consumed.

Even, it may die as well.

It can be said that this is a real illusion imposed by the fighter himself.

However, because of its wide range of functions, minimal consumption, and replay function, it is also liked by many people.

Of course, such skills are basically unlikely to be used by people of the black iron rank and below, after all, their spirit and realm have not yet reached the basic standards.

Allen was only able to do this because he was exposed to his master-level long-sword skills.

The vision that appeared on him was also because he was not real silver, so that he could not hold his blood and sacred power.

If he had awakened his soul, it would definitely not be so.

However, at this time, Allen did not have the mind to pay attention to the changes outside, and he devoted all his heart to the crisis he had already experienced.

In Alan's spiritual sea, Alan still can't move, but just like before, he repeats the path he has walked again.

The majestic "potential" is brewing in the body, and the surging killing intent is constantly superimposed in the heart.

A little higher, a little more...

Body, spirit, soul, will...

Everything that belonged to Allen as a whole condensed together at that moment, and then surged, circulated, and exploded.

The brilliant knife light shines in the entire spiritual world, like the eternal light in the endless darkness.

In the battle of meditation, Allen was here for the 35th time the puppet master.

...

The war in the sea of ​​spirit has come to an end, and calm has begun to be restored in reality.

The vision circulating in the void slowly ceased, and the transparent beast that had never revealed its true form also gradually dissipated.

The scorching temperature of Allen's body slowly dropped, and the original red skin returned to its original luster.

After it was over, the magic circle in the quiet room finally started to operate without interference from external forces, restoring the quiet room to its original appearance.

Huh!

Allen, who had closed his eyes for a long time, opened his eyes suddenly.

The light suddenly shined in the dark quiet room, like a silver electricity wandering in the air, pulling out a straight arc.

After completing his daily practice, Allen exhaled a long breath, and the straight white gas shot out like a sharp sword, and then rushed into the quiet room to dissipate.

Allen stood up, moved his muscles and bones slowly, and stretched his body.

At the same time, he also looked at the system prompt under the corner of his eye.

【Cold Weapon·Long Sword Master +1】

Seeing this, Allen twisted his neck at random, then continued to look at the skill bar of the attribute panel, and let out a sigh.

[Cold Weapon·Master Longsword (290): In countless battles, you have understood the true meaning of swords.

Effect: When using the cold weapon long knife, get a 50% related bonus. 】

After he added his long knife skills to the current level through skill points, the natural growth rate of his skills has also become slower and slower.

Not long after he woke up after being in a coma for half a month, he just recalled a little bit of the knife that killed the puppet master, and he could gain 10 proficiency.

But now, he insists on meditating every day, insisting on keeping the sword, and after so long, he has only improved by 5 points.

Moreover, he could clearly perceive that the lore that was cut out at the critical juncture, the moment of life and death, left him with the background that he was about to be consumed.

From the beginning of meditation two or three times, there is only one skill point, and now there is only one skill point after meditation nearly 10 times.

He can be pretty sure that he has fallen into a bottleneck.

If it wasn't a battle of life and death, it is estimated that his long knife skills would have maintained such a slow process.

However, for such a thing, in fact, he had already prepared for it, and he was not very worried.

What he really sighed was another thing.

After Alan finished moving his hands and feet, he held a long knife in his hand and paced slowly in the quiet room.

Alan frowned, eyes full of thought, as if thinking about something.

However, in fact, his thinking is very simple.

He felt that his cut was not complete!

That's right, not complete.

This thought took root in his heart fiercely and couldn't get rid of it.

Outside of the frozen fortress, after slaying the puppet master with a single blow, he fell into a coma and lost consciousness, so he could not resume the game immediately.

However, such a deep memory, such a knife that is mixed with soul, heart, spirit, and will, cannot be consumed in such a short time.

Even if Alan has fallen asleep for a long time, he can still remember the knife clearly after waking up.

And turn it into a resource for your own growth.

And the problem is here.

Originally, at that moment, in such a critical situation, Allen was surging, everything was sublimating, and everything was merged into the extremely bright knife, so there was no more. Focus on other aspects.

But in the replay after Allen woke up, he found something was wrong.

He can feel how powerful his sword is. Under the guidance of the dead spirits and the guidance of the holy light that has been entrenched in his spiritual sea for a long time, he has cut out an unprecedented power that far exceeds him at this stage. One knife.

That kind of power is beyond the limit of his current reach.

However, Alan's spirit did not indulge in such a powerfulness, but was more calm, and discovered aspects that he hadn't noticed.

He could feel its resolute and surging will at the time, his resolute belief in madness, his burning heart...

All this is so clear, so dazzling, like the brightest stars hanging in the night sky, dotted with the boundless sky.

Under the guidance of the holy light, everything converged into that dazzling light of the sword, looking towards you.

But the problem is here. Allen doesn't know why. When looking back on this scene, he can always feel a kind of regret, a kind of dissatisfaction.

I don't know where this feeling came from, or why, but it was so clear and true that Allen was convinced.

At first, he thought that the energy level of the holy light was too high to be able to blend with himself.

However, when he once again cut out a very similar knife in reality, except for the absence of the Holy Light, he realized that it was not for this reason ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ because in the Bate mansion at the time, He shot with all his strength, and could also perceive this kind of dissatisfaction, and even this feeling was much stronger than at the beginning.

This matter has troubled Allen for a long time, but still can't find the answer, it is really difficult for people to feel at ease.

Allen even wondered if this was a sequelae of adding too much at once, but in the end he rejected the idea.

After all, even if his skills have improved to a certain extent due to his own training, this feeling has not improved at all.

He can even say with certainty that over time, this kind of insufficiency has worsened a lot compared to the beginning.

The chaotic thoughts drifted freely in my mind, but I still couldn't get a clue.

In the end, all the distracting thoughts slowly fell silent between Alan's pacing, and were slashed clean by the long knife that Alan had contemplated.

Allen pushed the door out of the quiet room and walked in the direction of his cafeteria.

Although he had eaten dinner, after exercising in the evening, Allen also felt a sense of hunger.

In order not to wake up hungry while sleeping at night, Allen decided that it would be better to have another meal.

After eating overnight, Allen lost the thought of wandering, and went straight to his dormitory, ready to rest.

Although Alan and Leonard took a short break in the morning by taking advantage of the emptiness before picking up the people, but that time was not enough.

Probably that is to the extent that they have been resurrected for another wave. If it is said that they will be resurrected with full blood, it is still a little bit worse.

Therefore, after finishing the arrangements for today's day, Allen can't wait to rest.

Back in the bedroom, lying on the familiar bed, Allen put the long knife next to the bed and fell asleep in the cold night.