"Iron riders don't die with their bare hands..."Melinda said the name coldly, and then said with a fierce face, "Very good, I am satisfied with this name." ”

Iron Knight, this title is in awe of many people in S.H.I.E.L.D., and even Black Widow Natasha has said that she doesn't dare to provoke Melinda, the Iron Horse.

But for Melinda herself, the title was not a special honor, but a shame and irony that made her miserable. What made this seemingly strong title was her powerlessness and weakness.

So she was extremely tired of being called that. It's okay to say that the relationship is good, at most throw a cold face. As for the bad relationship ... She would teach them how to behave with a phone book and a hammer.

Now, Evenson added the name to her newfound strength, but it didn't make her angry, but it was just what she wanted.

The title of Iron Rider remembers my greatest regret in the past, and all the pain in my life began at that time. And now... Melinda's eyes are determined, this mark of shame will bear witness to my strength, this pain will inspire me to rise, and I will become a veritable iron horseman!

Just when Melinda's mind was full of inspirational lines, Claire sneaked into Evenson's ear and said, "You don't plan to equip people with the power of light?"

"What do you mean?" asked Evenson, raising an eyebrow and whispering. I'm still alive and well, don't think of me as the kind of old man who has been buried under the cliff for an unknown number of years, giving both martial arts cheats and magic weapons.

"I mean—" Clea's eyebrows twitched cutely, "Actually, I still have a set of dark purple full-body plate armor for you, albeit a man's-style...", and with that, she stole a glance at Melinda, "There's nothing wrong with wearing it with her figure." ”

"Shhhh Whisper. Evenson hurriedly put a finger to his lips, "The agent's ears are very pointed, and if she hears this, it will kill someone." But—" Evenson rolled his eyes, and asked with an inexplicable smile on his lips, "Do you still have a face-covering helmet in that armor?"

"With it. Claire nodded and said, "I also deliberately used a red fluorescent strip to stick around the area of my eyes." And it was also equipped with a sounding system, sub... Thur... Hehe," Claire smirked, "How's that nice?"

"Not bad, indeed. Evenson held his chin in one hand and affirmed, "Then do you have to give her a great sword of the Yangtze River?"

"I usually sell swords separately. Claire replied, "But if she does buy it, I can give it to her as a big reward." ”

"What are you two talking about?" Melinda finally finished her motivation, but she found that the little couple was muttering together and didn't know what they were talking about, but from the way they glanced at her from time to time, it should be related to herself, and... Melinda looked at Evenson, their eyes flashing with a sly glint and thought, it must not be a good thing.

Evenson was taken aback by this sudden question, but he still didn't change his face and said without a beat, "Chaos Knight." ”

"What?" Melinda asked, tilting her head slightly.

"Your positioning. Evenson prepared a line in his mind and said, "Some of the ancestors in our organization are reluctant to deal with demons, but in order to make up for their lack of melee combat, they will make deals with some powerful warriors to strengthen their bodies with magic and let them fight with them. ”

"This kind of magic-enhanced warrior is what we call Chaos Knight. Evenson explained, "While I've added something special to your powers, you're still a Chaos Knight at heart. ”

"So?" Melinda didn't believe that just saying the name of her profession would take so long.

"A knight should be a knight. The corners of Evenson's mouth hooked, "For example, armor, weapons, and the like..."

"Do you need it? It doesn't matter if you have a weapon or something, I have no objection to a two-handed sword or a machete. But armor," Melinda frowned, "you know it's not the Middle Ages, and I'm not dealing with knives, guns, and arrows, but bullets, and bulky armor may not be better than body armor made of B fiber." ”

"Of course, ordinary armor can't protect against bullets. Evenson snorted, "But do you think I'm going to give you normal armor? No, of course I'll strengthen it with magic." ”

"Then you can just strengthen a body armor for me. Melinda said directly.

Evenson was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart, aren't you raising the bar? He asked rhetorically, "Then why do I want to draw the magic array myself? Can't I make a photocopy?"

"How do I know?" said Melinda that what is known is known, and what is not known is not known. I don't speculate about what I don't know.

"Hmm," Evenson said with a sigh of relief, feeling himself choked. Evenson walked slowly, using his body to block the pressure cooker on the table, "Sometimes the material used to cast spells is very demanding, so... Anyway, this magic only strengthens the armor, and it doesn't work for anything else, do you understand?"

"And, with your current strength, it's easier to use it to amplify the power of cold weapons and armor. Evenson added.

"In that case... Then listen to you. Melinda turned. Although I always felt strange, I couldn't say what was wrong, so I had to agree, who made Evenson an authority in this regard.

As soon as Melinda turned her body around, Evenson and Claire reached out at the same time and clapped their hands in tacit understanding.

"Wait...", Melinda suddenly turned back, which startled Evenson, but she said, "You say... At this stage?"

It turned out to be asking this, and Evenson breathed a sigh of relief, "You must know that your own talent is not very good, and you are a little better than ordinary people." So I can't give you the power all at once, it's going to be phased. ”

Why is it that the same evil power, the evil man has almost become an inhuman monster, but Melinda has not changed much?

In addition to the fact that Melinda gained the ring of power, not the blood of the powerful Abyss Lord, the most important reason is that the evil energy that Evenson gave her at one time is very thin.

Only in this way, given in batches little by little, coupled with Evenson's own control, can Melinda's body not be malignantly distorted.

"How many stages does that have to be?" Melinda remembered the pain of the transformation just now, and the muscles in her face twitched slightly.

"Ninety-nine eighty-one tribulations, seventy-seven forty-nine tribulations!"

Melinda looked left and right, picked up the half-cut axe that had been thrown aside, and said, "You tell me human words!"

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