This piece of dragon crystal was a special treasure that Lin Sheng had inadvertently obtained before, and no matter how he lost it, he couldn't throw it away. It will always appear in the most convenient place for Lin Sheng's hand.

"Unfortunately, if you can cut this thing with tools and instruments, you may be able to know what secrets are hidden inside. ”

Lin Sheng recalled the process of the formation of stone armor from that piece of meat just now, and if he could figure out the principle of that piece of meat, it might be more helpful for Long Jing's analysis.

He carefully removed the pieces of meat and placed them in the freezer. Then pack everything on the table.

"It's almost time. Lin Sheng glanced at the black and white round clock hanging on the wall.

He walked out of the basement, and his mental power sensed that in the courtyard not far from the next door, there were two people waiting at the gate calmly and low-key.

One of these two people is Margaret. The other was an old man with old skin and frail hair.

"Did you arrive early?" Lin Sheng retracted his gaze.

He didn't rush over as soon as possible, but determined the time first, and there were still two minutes left to the appointed time.

He went to another room first, changed into the clothes he had prepared in advance, and then summoned the magic dawn to reload, completely wrapping his whole body.

Dawn Reloads is a magic that can conceal the state of the Divine Light, but it will reduce the recovery resistance by a small half.

But in this way, without the pillar of light constantly shining down on the head, the entire armor is like a delicate set of customized ancient battle armor, just wrapping the whole body.

"Almost. ”

Lin Sheng looked at his image in the dressing mirror.

In the mirror, there is a holy knight in silver-white armor.

The surface of the heavy armor was as smooth as a mirror, without a single scratch. It looks like some kind of heavy alloy of the finest kind.

The heavily armed knight in the mirror is not only wrapped in his hands and feet, but also his entire head is completely wrapped in a helmet.

Only a trace of long black hair was draped behind him. Scattered over the shoulders.

Lin Sheng was satisfied and pulled a pure white cloak from the side and buckled it on his shoulders, with a simple pale gold pattern on the cloak. It was a huge golden sun like a spiked ball.

Putting on his cloak, he shook it lightly and strode out of the room. The figure flickered, and suddenly disappeared in place.

This is a visual teleportation phenomenon that is too fast for the average human eye to recognize.

With just a sprint jump, Lin Sheng stepped over the two houses and landed in the courtyard he had agreed with someone.

Standing in the middle of the courtyard, he strode into the living room and waved his hand gently.

Suddenly, a piece of pure holy power turned into a point of light and slowly flew around the entire courtyard. With the dispersion of the holy power, all the filthy qi and cold aura around it were all cleaned up and purified.

The courtyard air seemed to have risen more than one step at once.

"Almost. Lin Sheng saw that he was almost ready, and flicked his fingers at the gate at the entrance of the courtyard.

Click.

The door automatically opens and locks, slowly opening inside.

Standing outside the door was Margaret, who had planned to leave here today.

She wore her long blond hair spread out, and wore an ordinary black shirt and white trousers, looking heroic and tall. At this time, he was staring at the courtyard with some confusion.

Beside her was another man, Madilan Bingbell.

The old professor, who was old and frail and too weak to speak, was quietly looking up at the open courtyard door with his hands behind his back. The complexion did not move.

If Margaret can still faintly see the slightest apprehension, then he is as calm as a lake, quiet, patient, and determined.

This old man, who was about to reach the end of the day, was wearing a meticulous and delicate gray suit, with shiny leather shoes and his hair neatly tied back, giving him a concise and capable serious temperament.

The two of them didn't communicate with each other, just focused their eyes on the courtyard inside.

Squeak.

The door slowly opens to the maximum.

"Please come in. Two people. A dull voice with a clear voice came from within.

It's just that the two of them were slightly moved by the fact that the voice seemed to appear directly in the ears of the two. It's as if it didn't go through the medium at all.

While Margaret was still hesitating slightly, Madilan on the side had already taken slow but firm steps, stepped through the door, and calmly walked in the direction of the living room.

Seeing this, Margaret's eyes flickered, and she finally followed, stepping into the courtyard.

The moment she also entered the courtyard, the door behind her slowly closed and closed without wind.

She paused slightly, looked back at the door, and finally stopped hesitating, and followed into the living room.

In the living room, the light was a little dim, but you could still see a tall burly man in white armor, standing quietly in the main hall.

The man had his back to the two of them, and behind him fell to the ground a white cloak with a delicate golden spike-like pattern in the center. It looks like the sun.

"You're the one who sent the message to the old man?" asked Madilan unhurriedly.

The man was tall, broad-shouldered and broad-bodied, like a high wall, standing there quietly. Calm, powerful, and unshakable.

Both of them clearly sensed from the man's body that a huge energy like a volcano was slowly flowing and condensing.

This power, pure, domineering, repels all other energies and suppresses all other abilities.

Even the evil energy in the two of them was suppressed to a certain extent so that they could not leave the surface of their bodies.

With the clatter of armor, the man slowly turned around and looked at the two.

His head was encased in a white helmet full of hideous spikes, and the overall appearance resembled that of a drake with its mouth wide open and baring its fangs and jagged teeth.

Just by touching their eyes, Margaret and the two felt a slight pain like pins and needles in their eyes.

"My name, Holy Emperor. ”

The man replied slowly, in a low voice.

He stopped talking, and suddenly raised his hand.

Phew!

A dazzling white light exploded and burst out from the palm of his hand.

The pure and gentle holy power rushed out like the waves of the sea, completely encircling the two of them in an instant.

A large amount of holy power, far exceeding the resistance of the two of them, began to envelop the two of them, from the skin, respiratory tract, and quickly seeping into their bodies.

At the same time, a strange feeling of warmth and comfort enveloped the two of them, making them can't help but let their guard down and want to soak themselves in this comfort.

"Do you feel it? This is the power that can restore your hope. A dark red figure slowly stepped out of the shadows in the corner.

Margaret reacted at this time, and found that the man who claimed to be the Holy Emperor had disappeared without knowing when.

Instead, it was a man in red armor who had just stepped out of the shadows.

The other party was also wrapped in armor, revealing only a pair of pale green eyes.

"Who are you!?" Margaret asked quickly.

At the same time, the holy power around her also quickly faded and disappeared. If it weren't for the fact that her body was really much more relaxed and comfortable, she would even wonder if the scene just now was an illusion.

Many demonic beings who are good at hallucination are also capable of this level of sensory deception.

"Not an illusion. Madilan on the side answered her doubts in a low voice in a complicated tone.

"My body is at least three years younger!" he said, moving his arms, feeling the vitality he had lost for a long time adding to the withered shell.

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