The world of the transcendent, with clear hierarchies.

Ordinary people need to undergo a soul transformation ritual to become transcendent, undergo the first soul transformation, and fully stimulate the soul's fusion ability.

After the soul transformation is successful, choose to fuse different "demon souls" to transform into the corresponding extraordinary class.

Demon soul is a general term for all kinds of demonic beasts, strange monsters, insects, monsters and demon souls, excluding the souls of intelligent races, distinguishing the two.

The demon soul that fuses for the first time is called the main soul.

The main soul can play the greatest role, and the strength bonus to the transcendent is also the highest, and it determines the career direction. As the strength increases, the soul will become stronger and stronger, until a soul ascension occurs, and a new demon soul can be fused, generally called a secondary soul.

Each time a demon soul is fused, the class level of the transcendent increases by one level.

Levels 1 to 3 belong to the Beginner Transcendental, with one main soul and two secondary souls. Level 3 is the bottleneck of the rank, if you want to break through to the middle level, that is, the fourth to the sixth level, then you must perform another soul transformation, and then fuse the new main soul.

As the rank increases, the difficulty of soul transformation also increases.

The Transcendent needs to go through a total of three soul transformations and six ascensions, as well as fuse nine demon souls, from the first level to the ninth level of the upper level.

On top of the high level, perform the fourth soul transformation ritual and enter the legend!

Transcendents above level 10 are legends, they have broken through the limit of human lifespan, and possess powerful powers that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

Many people have only heard of legends in their lives, but they have not encountered them in front of them.

Now, Wren has seen a suspected legendary witcher!

However, except for the dwarf Zoltan, no one else in the hotel realized that there was a legend by his side, and only regarded Roger as a stronger witcher.

"Sometimes, it's a blessing to not know the truth. ”

Wren muttered to himself.

He had a very intuitive feeling of the strength of this witcher, compared to the soul of ordinary people, Roger's soul was as dazzling as the sun, and it was almost impossible to look at it directly.

Even just by looking at it, he let himself be counterattacked, I really don't know how terrible it is when he makes a move!

Wren didn't dare to look at it anymore, for fear of provoking this legend who seemed to have a very cold personality.

He hurriedly finished the remaining potato stew and hurried upstairs to his room.

However, Wren didn't know that after he went upstairs, Roger glanced at his back and said to Zoltan: "What is the origin of this young man, you are familiar with him?"

"Not very familiar, a young man who has just come to the Rien district, either just been eliminated by the academy, or has fallen out with his family. He's only been in for a day, but he's a very good mechanic. Zoltan touched his beard, remembered the pipe he had just seen, and couldn't help asking, "How do you know?"

"He smells of a workshop, all the way out of your yard, and I can smell it three streets away. ”

Zoltan exclaimed, "Your nose is really smarter than a dog." ”

"Quite an interesting young man. Roger withdrew his gaze, a thoughtful look in his cat-pupiled eyes.

"Don't talk about Wren. Zoltan put down his glass, took the cards out of his pocket, and shouted, "Come on, let's play a few rounds first." I haven't seen you in ten years, so let me see if your poker skills have regressed. Hehe, I've collected a lot of rare cards over the years, and if you're still at the level of ten years ago, then wait to die!"

Roger's face changed slightly, he sat up straight, and said seriously: "Even if I have been sleeping for the past few years, you don't want to win me." ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a large stack of cards from the leather pouch around his waist.

The next morning, a spirited Wren went downstairs to the hotel lobby, only to find Zoltan and Roger still sitting at the counter playing cards.

The two of them haven't even changed their positions, apparently since they played cards last night.

Wren didn't bother them, passed by, ate a free breakfast, and went into the back workshop to continue working on the parts of the shotgun.

For several days in a row, Wren soaked in the workshop from morning to night, and one part after another was successfully manufactured.

Once a day in the morning and evening, he would dine in the lobby of the hotel, and then see Zoltan and Roger playing cards.

Zoltan handed over the hotel to his men and left nothing else.

The same is true of Roger, a legendary transcendent who sits there playing cards day and night, like an Internet addict teenager who has been eating and living in an Internet café for months.

The image of a master in Wren's mind suddenly collapsed.

Five days later, Wren let out a long exhale, holding a freshly polished black wooden butt.

This is the last part of the shotgun!

The other 70 parts have already been built, and with this stock, a complete Remington M870 shotgun can be assembled.

He walked to the workbench with the butt of his gun, and all the parts were arranged neatly on a piece of coarse cloth.

Without any pause, Wren began to assemble.

Although this is the first time to assemble in kind, he has assembled it hundreds of times in games and mobile phones, and he has already learned the order by heart, which step should be installed which part, and he can do it with his eyes closed.

The movements of the hands were as smooth as flowing water, and soon, a pure black shotgun appeared in the hand, showing the beauty of craftsmanship.

Wren felt the weight and size of the gun, which was very close to the parameters in the three-dimensional structure diagram, and it was heavy in his hand, and it was no problem to use it to smash people.

He placed the butt on his right shoulder and his left hand on the front handguard of the barrel of the gun in an aiming position.

Pull the trigger and make a crunch.

The left hand pulls the handguard, and with a click, it is simply reloaded, and the trigger is pulled and there is another crisp sound. Several quick empty bomb reloads in a row, without any problems, and the internal structure is very stable.

Now it's almost time to load the bullets.

Wren looked at a cardboard box on the table, he had made the bullet yesterday.

Zoltan has a single-step turret press that specializes in the manufacture of bullets, which can be pressed manually by simply changing the mold size of the corresponding size.

The M870 used a 12-gauge bullet, and Wren handcrafted a batch of shells from brass, with primers and steel balls, and used up all the black powder, making a total of thirty shotguns.

There was a target wall in the workshop, which Zoltan usually used to test guns, and there were potholes on it, and the entire stone wall had been knocked off.

Wren loaded a bullet and stood five meters away and fired a shot at the wall.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, white smoke erupted from the barrel of the gun, and a strong smell of gunpowder reached the nostrils.

Wren raised his hand to sweep away the smoke in front of him, his face full of uncontrollable joy.

The recoil from the barrel of the gun is not small, but it is within the range of bearing. He walked to the target wall and carefully inspected it, and found dozens of fine small holes, which were distributed very randomly, and the killing range covered about half a square meter, and the power was quite amazing.

If this shot hits a person's body, it will definitely be able to beat a person into a sieve!

Next, Wren loaded three bullets at once, and fired them in quick succession, banging three times, leaving more small holes in the target wall. However, there are countless holes on the target wall, which are messy, and if you don't go out of your way to find them, it's hard to find these inconspicuous holes.

"It's okay, this gun is fine, it's just that the smoke is too smoky, so I'll have a chance to improve it in the future." ”

Wren didn't continue the test, there were only thirty bullets in total, and the rest could not be wasted.

"Now, the time for revenge has come. ”

He silently disassembled the gun into parts, packed it in a black cloth bag with the bullets, and walked out of the workshop. Passing through the hotel lobby, Zoltan and Roger were still playing cards, and he went upstairs to put the cloth bag under the bed in his room, and then went downstairs to the counter.

"Zoltan, I won't borrow your workshop tomorrow. ”

Zoltan glanced up at Wren and said in surprise, "It's all right so soon?"

But his mind was now on playing cards, and he shook his hand without waiting for Wren to answer, "You borrowed the five-day workshop, and I don't carefully count the materials used, just give me a total of 300 copper liso." ”

Wren paid the money happily and said sincerely: "Thank you." ”

In this borrowing, he actually took advantage of it, and the coal and metal materials used in five days must have been more than 50 copper lisos. Without Zoltan's generous help, he doesn't know when he will be able to get revenge.

Zoltan nodded indifferently and did not speak again.

Roger, who was sitting across from him, was even more focused on the cards, not even looking at Wren.

Wren didn't bother them and turned around and walked out of the hotel.

He returned the same way he had taken a few days ago, and took another look as he passed the Church of Justice, but unfortunately there had been no trial of the fallen in the past few days, so he had no chance to absorb the soul charge.

Arriving at the station, getting on the bus, and after a transfer, Wren arrived at Wood Street in Honiton.

Residents of Honeyton are mainly businessmen, white-collar workers and chamber of commerce employees, and most of them work in decent jobs, and the economic conditions are much more affluent than those in the slums, and the streets are less crowded.

Wren was familiar with Wood Street and was soon in the middle of what he was looking for.

Maloney's Sword, the sword gym where it worked not long ago.

Wren did not approach the swordsmanship hall so as not to be seen and recognized by people he knew, but sat down in an open-air café hundreds of meters away, ordered a cup of iced tea, sat in a remote corner, picked up a newspaper and flipped through it, opened his soul eye from time to time, and observed the movement at the door of the swordsmanship hall from a distance.

He was waiting for Asperger and Ramsay to come out and find out where they were.

The first step in revenge is to find the addresses of the two, but Wren has no intention of doing anything in the city. Because the shotgun is so loud, even if you kill two people, you will most likely be captured.

The city of Longshande is the domain of the Duke of Silverstar, and the Duke has two powerful private armies, one of which is the Silver Knights, who are in charge of the security of the city, and those guards are all members of the Silver Knights.

In addition, there is the extraordinary power of the three major churches, and an ordinary person shooting in the city is tantamount to killing himself.

But it's not all without opportunities.

Wren judged from the clues in his memory that he was knocked unconscious in the city, and after waking up, he was in the river outside the city.

The current of the Felegren River was not fast, and it was impossible to wash the bodies that far in a short period of time, and there was only one explanation, and that was that Ramsay was dumping the bodies outside the city.

In other words, Esperger's and Ramsey must have had a secret stronghold outside the city, where they had been beaten for hours that night.

Moreover, this secret stronghold should not be far from the river at the time of crossing.

If you can find this place, the opportunity to get your hands dirty.