The Last King of Darkness

The Artifact Institute is a relatively young organization in Trorian that studies items brought back from ruins or ruins, usually the creation of human civilizations of the last epoch or more.

After gaining considerable knowledge, they began to manufacture high-end, advanced psionic creations.

But among the many societies, institutions, and organizations within Trorian, it is still very inconspicuous.

It was not until three hundred years ago that an extraordinary genius appeared, who was honored as Master Gehrman by later generations.

He summed up the experience of the predecessors, created a way to correctly study and analyze the psionic energy and the soul, and transformed the ancient relics with superhuman talents, and made a soul working substance panel that can detect the characteristics, which greatly improved Trorian's complicated and inaccurate feature testing process, and by the way, blasted the faces of all opponents.

Since then, the Institute of Mechanical Engineering has soared into the sky.

Up to now, the Institute of Mechanical Engineering has become the largest test base, the most advanced manufacturing workshop and the most cutting-edge theoretical research site in Trorian.

Unlike the Kingworth Society, which only conducts theoretical research, it is real.

The Institute of Mechanical Engineering has also become one of the most desirable places for ordinary people who cannot ignite the fire of their souls. For them without characteristics and psychic abilities, academics and knowledge are their weapons.

However, with the deepening of research, the Institute of Mechanical Engineering has become strange in the eyes of most people, and has gradually become a gathering place for lunatics and madmen.

Many believe that it might have been disbanded long ago if it hadn't held many important functions.

The cooperation with Kingworth College is one of its most important functions.

The Institute of Mechanical Engineering has several large-scale research institutes in the academy, and the psionic laboratory is one of them. It is one of the very few workshops that can analyze the soul and energy more accurately.

Rhode was the first subject to be analyzed today. He stepped into the door of the psionic laboratory on time, and he was confronted by the distinguished researcher and his confidant sister Mina.

After Rhode became a special student, she was in charge of all the training courses arranged by the "Special Student Academic Affairs Department".

The lesson is very simple, handjob.

In all fairness, Mina is indeed very good. Under her teaching, Rhodes' pistol skills have become perfect, whether it is fast or slow, whether it is light or heavy, it is extremely accurate, and the gun hits the bullseye.

However, because it is a one-on-one private teaching class, Rhodes has not had much contact with other special students until now.

"You don't seem to have slept well, didn't I let you have a good rest?"

Seeing him coming, Mina, with long brown hair, a sweet voice, and a broad mind, asked slightly unhappily.

Rhodes smiled and said, "Sorry, I studied all night, immersed in the world of knowledge, and I forgot the time."

Mina's expression improved a little.

For her, knowledge is power and life, and Rhodes has a respect and love for knowledge that is different from most other firefighters.

This is what she is most satisfied with, that's why she does her best to help him handjob.

"Study is of course important, but it also needs to be divided into occasions."

Although it was an accusation, the tone was already very weak. Mina took Rhode's hand and walked in, while muttering.

"Today's test is very important, the psionic laboratory is very busy, and there will be no second test for a long time in the future. If you want to change the name of the fire, you can only take this opportunity... By the way, mine Teacher Amides is very interested in the theory you put forward, are you interested in meeting him?"

Rhodes was taken aback: "What theory?"

"That's your theory that my feet aren't smooth enough."

Rhode almost forgot about this and wondered: "Am I wrong? Sister Mina's little feet are soft, white, fragrant and sweet, and very smooth. You will stop when you slide on the ground, which proves my The convention theory is completely bankrupt."

From Rhodes' point of view, he could see Mina's slightly red ears.

"This... uh, the teacher criticized me."

Mina's tone sounded cowardly and embarrassed for the first time.

"The teacher gave me an example. A rough foot can only slide three steps, a smooth foot can slide thirty steps, and a very smooth foot plus a very smooth ground can slide three hundred steps. Then, suppose it is infinitely smooth. Is that what you mean by inertia?"

Rhode said with a smile: "Yes, your teacher really has some brains... ouch!"

Mina's hand tightened, and Rhode's wrist was suddenly pinched and rattled.

She gritted her teeth and said, "You mean, I have no brains, right? I used violence to force you to change the truth, right?"

"No, no, reasonable doubts are part of the truth. Sister Mina is right in whatever she does."

"Then you agreed?"

"accepted."

"Okay." Mina said happily: "We will meet the teacher when you finish the test, little Rhodes, let me tell you, knowledge is the most powerful weapon in this world, and you will definitely be convinced by the teacher's profound knowledge. of."

In broken thoughts, they passed through the corridor and came to a huge hall.

It is filled with various instruments, and the whole piece of huge crystals and gems can be seen everywhere.

The entire floor of the hall is made of real silver. You must know that there is not even half a gram of real silver in a real silver bullet.

The real silver on this floor alone can make hundreds of thousands of bullets.

And its walls and ceiling are made of very expensive star marrow, just this room is worth a lot.

Mina yelled, "Professor, let's get started."

The bearded man sitting at the innermost nodded slightly.

Several young white coats came over, took Rhode from Mina, first brushed him inside and out with a large brush, and then took out everything on him.

Miller, the head of the ten departments of the three academies, and more than a dozen teachers were on the sidelines.

The three people with the nameplate "Recorder of the Big Bookstore" on their chests quickly wrote something on the manuscript paper with charcoal.

Rhodes was a little embarrassed, and he knew that he had put things in a dream.

After finishing the white coat, he led him to a huge crystal disc, gave him half a sip of water, and told him to keep it in his mouth and not swallow it.

"Relax."

With a flash of light in the bearded hand, the detection was started.

"Don't use any psionic power, don't use your abilities."

There were ripples in the air, and the bearded man stared at a crystal panel and said, "You are the Spark Sequence, you have three fire seeds."

There was a bit of a stir among the teachers of the academy. They didn't know that Rhode lit three fires.

You must know that Rhodes only had one tinder when he entered the academy, and it was indeed very rare for a freshman to ignite two more in less than two months.

They asked Miller, the dean of the department one after another, but Miller looked serious and shook his head slightly, indicating that she did not know.

The charcoal pen in the large library recorder moved a little faster.

Mina was very happy, but also a little worried. Rhode was so good, the college and the military department might not let him go. It would be difficult to make him a junior.

no!

She squeezed her little hand tightly, no matter how she tried to deceive Rhodes! His intellectual talent must not be buried!

Detection continued, and the ripples became intense.

Bearded said: "The first kind of fire, the closest tone of soul feedback after being compiled by Gehrman's Law, Skoluskodoso, Mazis, meaning dark and deep color, plundering, devouring and eating, literal translation For the dark and mad eaters, it has been retouched into a black rice bucket, and there is nothing obviously wrong."

Rhodes almost spat out the water in his mouth.

He forced himself to speak with water: "I think it should be changed to a black **** of war, or a terrifying **** of death, or a handsome brother in black."

Bearded said expressionlessly: "Childish, distorted, meaningless, reject it, keep the original translation unchanged."

wipe.

You are really poisonous.

Rhodes had to shut his mouth.

The ripples in the air boiled, and when the deep moment was detected, the bearded face became solemn, and he muttered: "Strange, strange, this fluctuation is too strange."

He almost put his eyes on the crystal panel.

"Why does this waveform appear? Are you not a fire holder, no, it's impossible."

Rhodes was nervous, his body tensed, ready to use his last resort at any time.

But the bearded man suddenly raised his head and asked, "I heard that your fire has given you a strong spiritual vision, as well as a home field advantage in the sewer?"

Even if Rhode didn't want to admit the latter point, he couldn't help but nodded.

"why?"

Bearded seems to have encountered a problem.

"Is there any connection between the two? Could it be that seeing too many filthy things will enhance the inspiration? Well, it seems to make sense. Forcing the things that cannot be seen into the eyes may really be good for improving the perception of the soul."

Before Rhodes could speak, he attacked himself.

"That's right, that's it. Home battles in the sewers are your core laws. Spirit Vision is just an extra effect."

The more the bearded thought, the more reasonable it became, and he said loudly:

"The main effect of the black rice bucket greatly improves the ability to adapt to a sewer-like environment, and it also increases the spiritual vision. The strength is very high, and it should be listed as the first type of feature."

The teachers gave a small round of applause, and many people whispered their congratulations to Miller, the head of the department.

The charcoal pens in the hands of the three recorders were about to fly, and the manuscripts were turned one by one.

Mina rolled her eyes and shouted, "Come on, little Rhodes, sleep at my house at night."

In an instant, it attracted the attention of many white coats.

The bearded man coughed heavily, and everyone turned their heads reluctantly.

Several teachers were a little unhappy: "What is Mina doing? Doesn't she know how old she is?"

"Ms. Miller, you have to take care of these unscrupulous researchers. The recent atmosphere of the academy is really bad."

"Yes, she is the person of the great scholar Amides, be careful they rob people."

Miller didn't speak, but her pursed lips showed that she wasn't as easy as she seemed.

"Second Tinder."

Bearded continued:

"The compiled tone of soul feedback, Besolas, In Stark language, means cyan with sharp points, according to the plant catalogue, translated as 'grass', there is no obvious inappropriate, but I personally think that the tone has The sense of wildness can be embellished as 'crazy grass'."

"This student, do you need to change your name?"

Rhodes didn't know what to say anymore, so he could only ask in a low voice, "Can it be changed to Fierce Blue?"

The bearded man said with a blank expression: "Childish, hypocritical, full of weak sense of superiority, completely inconsistent with the original intention, dismissed."

Rhodes sighed: "Then don't change it."

The air ripples boiled again, and the bearded stared at it for a moment, frowned and said: "I remember you said that your fire has excellent recovery effect, and the Ash Excavator Institute reported that it has the ability to cut souls, is it true? "

Rhodes nodded.

The bearded man frowned and said, "Why is your spark property field so wide? But the trajectory in the depths of the soul is so clear and simple, it's not like it's all complicated and complicated."

Rhodes didn't know how to explain it, and when he was thinking about making up a reason, the bearded man clapped his hands again.

"I see!"

"Your ability is actually to squeeze the soul. If you use it on yourself, you squeeze the potential of the soul. If you use more spiritual energy, if you use it on the enemy, you can destroy the soul!"

"That's right, it must be so, your characteristic is actually soul squeezing."

What else can Rhode do other than nod?

The three recorders began to write frantically again, and the sound of the paper whirring in the test room.

Mina rolled her eyes and shouted again, "So that's how it is! You're great, little Rhodes! Let's stay a little longer tonight, okay?"

The teachers turned their heads and glared at each other, and several of them kept saying in Miller's ear, "Director, this is really unbearable."

"Resilience is precious! How could she waste it on personal enjoyment? I've never tried it...cough cough cough."

"Protest to the bald master and kick that shameless woman out of the academy! Say she's ruining the academy's atmosphere!"

"That's right, Rhodes can't let him go. As long as he's in the academy, those organizations that have bad intentions in their hearts should be more secure and give us more face."

Miller pursed her lips, but behind her big glasses, the fire in her eyes showed that she would definitely do something.

And Rhodes still doesn't know what's going on. Although this eldest sister is also very enthusiastic in daily interactions, she is obviously too enthusiastic today, right?

"The third kind of fire."

shouted the bearded.

"Soul feedback compiled tones, Asisolama, Sasolania, meaning something in the middle, straight, immediate action, squirting, shooting, loud and intense, with a silver bottle burst, water The feeling of pulp cracking can be translated as 'second shot'."

what!

Rhodes couldn't believe his ears.

What the **** is a "second shot"?

Is your brain okay? Can it be translated like this?

Wizards!

You are a genius!

I really never expected ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ that someone could translate "justice execution" into "second shot".

No wonder there will be a "dung-eating god" in the doomsday sect. With a translation genius like you, what is impossible?

Rhodes didn't even have the strength to refute.

Anyway, they are all rejected, why waste saliva?

Mina, who was on the side, laughed so much that her stomach hurt, and the uniform raised high on her chest trembled, attracting the attention of many white coats.

Bearded still felt very satisfied, and continued: "Clear waveform, intense and wild suppression and release, this is a kind of psionic cannon, wow, this structure, this trajectory, is simply perfect, my God, I have never Having seen such a beautiful symmetry, its use of psychic energy has reached an unimaginable limit, my holy fire, its blessing of power, I can't describe it..."

In constant exclamation, Bearded announced:

"This is the first type of feature. The strongest psionic cannon I have ever seen in my life. Its only disadvantage is that it consumes too much psionic energy, but this student also has the feature of restoring psychic energy, which is a perfect match. ."

"I think his three fire seeds should be adjusted to the first category, he himself should be adjusted to focus, and his personal salary grade should be adjusted to special."

As soon as the words fell, the teachers were all fried at once. They walked up quickly with Miller and grabbed his hand.

Miller was a serious middle-aged woman, but at the moment she forced a smile.

"Rod, come with me to the Academic Affairs Office."

However, Rod's other hand was caught by Mina.

She blinked her big eyes playfully, and said her cherry mouth in the softest voice.

"Little Rhodes, will you go to the teacher's place with me? Come back at night and let's sleep together."