Chapter 58: Giant Spirit Breathing Method
Pit No. 2.
A group of people rushed in shouting.
Different from the city guards with uniform uniforms and serious expressions, this group of people are more like stragglers.
There are all kinds of costumes, strange weapons, different heights and skin colors, and the team is even more chaotic.
But the aura on their bodies is extremely powerful.
The vitality of the few people in the middle was condensed, and they were clearly official knights, which was why the city guards did not act rashly.
“Hal!”
In the crowd, a short man shouted:
“No wonder you don’t let us in, it turns out there is a Forgotten Palace here. Cheng, do you want to hide this from Lord Suodan?”
"I only obey the orders of His Highness Mevia." Hal of the Corps said in a muffled voice:
"Stanford, you are just mercenaries called by the city lord to help. You are not the one who should be underground."< br>
"Haha..." Stanford took a step forward with a sneer on his face:
“The task given to us by the Lord of Sodan City is not only to eliminate the aliens, but also to investigate the recent changes in the Black City.”
“Hal, do you think I will forget you if I discover you? The city did not report the matter to the public..."
"What will be the consequences?"
"Crash..." The city guards suddenly raised their swords and guns, and the mercenaries also tightened their weapons.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"Stanford, you dirty, lowly halfling." The corners of Hal's mouth twitched and he glared at the other person:
"Are you threatening me?"
"Hal!"
Stanford separated from the crowd, his short body bursting with a terrifying aura, and it expanded in all directions as if it had substance.
“Do you want to die?”
The two men’s eyes widened, and the situation was about to break out.
Stanford, who was born a serf and has halfling blood, could not bear the most insults from others.
"Forget it."
After a moment of confrontation, Hal's eyes flashed, and he took the initiative to give in during the stalemate between the two sides. He lowered his voice and said:
"I didn't mean to hide the news, it's just that I plan to report it after I understand the situation clearly.”
“Hmph!”
Stanford snorted:
"Understand the situation?"
"Understand what situation? See how many valuable things there are in the Forgotten City, and then steal them for yourself?"
"Money?" Hal looked disdainful:
"You are still the same, you only care about money. The city in front of you may have the secret of the gods."
"That cannot be measured by money!"
"Huh..." Stanford shrugged:
"It's better than this. When we enter the Forgotten City, the money in it belongs to me, and everything else belongs to you."
"But first, first Can you tell us about the situation? "
"What happened to the giant spirits that escaped? Many of our brothers died in their hands." "Hal? With a thoughtful expression on his face, he paused and said:
"Like the Paladins, they are also the guardians of the Moon Goddess, guarding the Forgotten City."
"Every Forgotten City has a group of corrupted giant spirits. Many of them were spearmen, Some are swordsmen, and there are also extremely rare trainers."
"It is said that during the period of the Moon Goddess, only those with extremely outstanding qualifications were qualified. Become a guardian and learn the inheritance given by the goddess. Although the things on them have become decayed with the passage of time, there may not be any good things left."
"Well..." Stanford put his chin in his hand:
“Even the armor has turned to dust, what else is left? I wonder if gold can withstand the corrosion of time?”
"Maybe." Hal turned around:
"Since you are interested in this place, you might as well guard it for me for a few days."
"General team?"
Squad leader Barnard was sweating on his forehead:
“What to do now?”
The gloom that enveloped the Forgotten City was about to dissipate, and someone suddenly interfered with the benefits.
How not to be impatient?
"What should we do?" After staying away from the crowd, Hal asked in a low voice:
"Have they discovered the secret passages in Pit No. 3?"
"No!" Barnard said hurriedly:
"The secret passage is very secret and has not been made public. They don't know about it yet."
"That's good." Hal breathed a sigh of relief:
"Proceed as usual here, speed up there. , we must enter the Forgotten City before Stanford."
"Yes."
Barnard nodded heavily.
other side.
"Captain."
A mercenary whispered:
"After entering, do we really only take gold?"
" Otherwise?" Stanford sneered:
"The secrets of the gods can be touched by people like us? I won't accompany Hal to find his own death." "Yes!"
It should be the subordinates.
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Fragments of the Divine Realm.
Karl held a black ‘iron plate’ in his hand and looked at it carefully.
This thing is the 'relic' left by the giant spirit.
The armor on the giant spirit's body has all decayed into ashes, but this thing is the only one that is intact. It is definitely not ordinary.
It sounds strange.
Djinns have also appeared in the Black City, but they only know how to kill and cannot speak, and they have not heard of leaving anything behind after they die.
The person Carl met was a strange person.
He kept shouting: teaching, training, protection, responsibility...
Could he be a leader?
The 'iron sign' in the hand is seven inches long, three inches wide, and about half a finger thick. The material should not be iron. It feels cold to the touch and has a wood texture.
There are patterns on both sides.
In the middle of one side is a human figure sitting cross-legged, with many complex textures and words engraved around it.
The other side is engraved with the sun, moon, stars, mountains and rivers, which is quite reminiscent of the Chinese ink painting style in my memory.
Similarly.
There are also words surrounding the portrait.
The characters are the size of grains of rice and are densely packed. Even if you put them in front of your eyes and look at them carefully, you have to distinguish them carefully. The result of careful identification made Karl happy.
“Breathing method!”
“And it is a high-quality breathing method!”
How high?
Karl didn't know.
But it is definitely higher than the poisonous wolf breathing method he is currently practicing, and much higher.
The Poison Wolf Breathing Method is a relatively common breathing method. It can make people become knights, but it is difficult to go further. The only advantage is that it improves the practitioner's ability to perceive danger.
This breathing method, not only how to become a knight, but also how to become a great knight, and even how to become a legendary knight.
"Legendary Knight!"
Karl murmured in his mouth:
"Such a strong man can only be born in the Kingdom of Gondor only from the royal family, a few great dukes, and the Holy See."
"Djinn Breathing Technique!"< br>
This is the name of the breathing method recorded on the iron plate.
According to the text on the iron plate, practicing the 'Giant Breathing Technique' can give people the power of ancient giants. Of course, this is probably an exaggeration.
"I wonder if I can still practice?"
After all,
it says that practicing this method requires not only sufficient talent, but also the blessing of the goddess of the moon.
Hmm...
The goddess of the moon has fallen long ago, where does the blessing come from?
"Try it before you talk!"
There is no loss in trying it, and this breathing method does not require special secret medicine to assist in practice, and even non-human beings can practice it.
The main focus is to educate without discrimination!
imitating the image on the ‘iron plate’, Karl sat cross-legged on the ground and controlled the flow of breath in his body with every breath.
With the Poison Wolf Breathing Technique as a foundation, and the Divine Domain Fragments blessing him to perfectly control every part of the body, it is not difficult for him to modify a breathing technique.
Even if the breathing method is extremely complex, it is only a matter of time.
Time passes slowly.
At some point.
“Whoa!”
The ‘iron plate’ on the ground suddenly stood up as if it sensed something, and flew up from the ground and slowly floated towards Karl’s forehead.
The moment it comes into contact with the skin.
"Buzz..."
Karl's body trembled, and a weak voice sounded in the sea of consciousness.
Like a low whisper in the ear.
Like the echo brought by the breeze.
...
Faint,
but clear.
"Bless you, my believer."
The voice is void and empty, like the last words of a dying man, with a strong expectation, and as the voice sounds, a wave of Warmth flows from the iron plate.
(End of this chapter)