The iron box engraved with the intricate imprint was held in Li Ang's hand, and as soon as Fang touched it, the iron box began to melt rapidly, clinging to his arm like a viscous asphalt with autonomous consciousness.

The cold molten iron slowly condensed, and finally changed into the appearance of a bone-chopping kitchen knife on the meat shop.

This kitchen knife is blue-black, the blade and the handle are self-contained, unremarkable, unpretentious, only the thick knife body is engraved with iron painting silver hooks, vigorous and powerful "national hero" four vermilion characters, I don't know what it means.

Li Ang shook his hand, and the bone-chopping kitchen knife began to erode rapidly, melting into a puddle of molten iron hanging in the palm of his hand, and then recondensed into spears, thin swords, giant axes, and short spears in an instant.

He shook it again, and the short spear in his hand was fused into a hideous and terrifying beast claw, covering Li Ang's right arm, and there were sharp and protruding bone spurs piled on it, and the slightest movement sliced through the air, making people have no doubt about its lethality.

Konstantin and Rebecca next to him were already dumbfounded, it was not difficult to refine the ignorant dead into magic weapons, according to rumors, in the distant land of Europe, there were wizards who could refine mercury into a magic ritual called the Moon Spirit Essence, and they could also change various shapes like the iron in Leon's hand.

However, they had never heard of a magic circuit tattooed on a magic weapon.

And not one, not two, but a full fifty.

You must know that the magic circuit is similar to the brain nerves and resides in the human body, and what Leon did was like crushing a talented top magician into powder, crushing it and molten it into iron.

"It can't be!" Konstantin cried out: "Any metal has its magical conductivity, as if it were electrically conductive, which is a fundamental property of matter. The magic of iron is not as good as Mithril, not as good as pure gold, not as good as bronze, and even wood, not to mention the magic of circulation, even a little etheric impregnation can make ordinary steel decay and decay. ”

Rebecca was also at a loss, her worldview was slightly shaken, but the deep-rooted researcher rationality still occupied the peak,

She bit her lip tightly, and after a little thought, she immediately raised her head and said to Li Ang: "You don't use steel as the carrier that carries the ether, and the channel that really dominates the ether, but your blood. ”

Ordinary wizards also use their own essence and blood as a container to cast spells.

But ordinary people's blood can only be used for a while, and there will always be a day when it dries up and evaporates or the magic power in the blood is naturally exhausted, leaving behind just ordinary dried blood stains.

Only the blood of the immortals in the knowledge of the Oriental monks can not decay for thousands of years, regardless of the severe cold and heat, the wind and sun, and the wear and tear of the years, it is still crystal clear and translucent, without diminishing a cent.

Li Ang was still 108,000 miles away from the realm of immortals at this time, and his blood was naturally far from being comparable to the blood of immortals, just because of the "Human Immortal Refining Method" he cultivated, which could make the body transparent and the essence and qi unified, and the content of spiritual energy that the blood could contain far exceeded that of others.

"You're right," Leon nodded to Rebecca and said, "I also had a whim, using the iron as a human body, carving lines on the iron as the iron meridians, and injecting my own essence and blood into it, coupled with the concepts of 'circulation', 'casting', and 'life' in the Rooney text, I refined this magic weapon that can draw spiritual energy from the air as an energy supply." ”

"Reiki?" Rebecca grabbed the unintelligible part of Leon's words and asked, "Is this what you Orientals call Aether?" ”

"Pretty much." Li Ang said indifferently: "Reiki and ether are all a kind of name given by the ancient sages to the great power of heaven and earth, and they are just different paths. ”

He bowed his head and said, "Since this thing can change according to the user's mind, let's call it 'Cardinal Box of Wanhua'." ”

With that, Li Ang's arm trembled slightly, and the huge and deformed iron arm suddenly dissolved, brushing and pouring down, wrapping around his jeans like a sneaky snake, and An An acted as a belt.

"Now that you've got what you want, when will you be able to deliver on your promise?" Konstantin swallowed and plucked up the courage to ask, "Honestly, being trapped in such a small place as a spirit is not a little uncomfortable - I can't even turn around freely. ”

Leon thought for a moment and replied, "It takes time to prepare the new body, and if you don't mind, I'll start arranging it after this Christmas." ”

Konstantin hesitated for a moment, but finally said nothing, and now he lacked bargaining chips.

Thinking of this, the second-rate warlock couldn't help but glance at the corner of the basement, where a purely enclosed sterile isolation room had been newly built, with various complex instruments placed outside the isolation room, and a slightly obtrusive alloy wall standing in the center of the room.

Baron Straker, who aspires to be a salted fish, is embedded in the wall, his body densely filled with transparent pipes, like insects trapped in a spider's web.

Red blood flowed in and out of the pipe, but the bald man did not react, his head was firmly bound by a strong band, and only the cloudy one-eyed pupils and the saliva that flowed from the corners of his mouth from time to time could prove that he was still alive.

Next to the alloy wall embedded with Baron Straker, there is also a whiteboard that can be turned over and over, and the whiteboard is full of intricate drawings, calculations, and abbreviations of long English sentences.

With Konstantin's knowledge, he couldn't understand what kind of ghost it was, only that it was roughly a medical experiment or something.

At the thought that he might almost become like this, Constance Dante felt a chill welling up in his back, and he did not dare to look at Leon.

On the contrary, it was Rebecca, whose eyes twinkled and asked, "Are you a monk from the East?" ”

"You can say that."

Leon was noncommittal, but saw a look of struggle flash on Rebecca's face, "..... Have you ever heard of the name 'Manchurian'? ”

"Mandarin?" Li Ang raised his eyebrows, this English word was literally used to describe the bureaucratic class in ancient China, but listening to Rebecca's tone, it became someone's name, "I haven't heard of it, you tell me about it in detail." ”

Rebecca took a deep breath, the reason why she brought it up on this occasion was to increase her use value in Leon's mind.

"Actually, I am also hearsay, it is said that this Manchurian from China was born at the intersection of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, and his real name is no longer available.

He was a great warlord in China at that time. In the war-torn years when the warlords were divided, with the rich family background and resourceful mind, he quickly gained the advantage. ”

Rebecca spoke straightforwardly, while Leon continued to listen to the other party's statement,

"When this Manchu Lord was about to win the championship, he retreated bravely, escaped from the world, and went to the ancient temples in the mountains to find a glimmer of opportunity, and after more than half a century, he cultivated the exercises left by the ancient monks, and was able to control the thunder, move mountains and reclaim the sea, and then re-enter the WTO, relying on the gold and silver treasures that had been buried in the soil, and quickly attracted several Vietnamese mercenary groups and entrenched themselves in Southeast Asia."

Li Ang frowned and said, "Wait, how do you know so clearly?" ”

Rebecca's face flashed with helplessness and resentment, and she said stupidly: "About twenty or thirty years ago, I was hunted down by a group of mysterious people because I had the secret of immortality, and the leader of them was this Manchu Lord. ”

Li Ang chuckled and said, "You told me this because you thought I would be interested in the oriental magic on this Manchu master and go to him for trouble?" ”

"More than that," Rebecca said unhurriedly, "Although the body I was living in at that time was an old Thai woman who was about to die, her magic talent was amazingly high, with thirty-eight magic circuits, and she was able to exert nine successes in her heyday.

But even then, I couldn't survive a few rounds in the hands of the Manchurians, but fortunately I had already set up a way to retreat, and I barely escaped. ”

Li Ang saw that the expression on her face did not seem to be fake, and his mind moved slightly, if Lord Man was really as powerful as Rebecca said, maybe it was really necessary to check it.

Even a monk like him, who has been accumulating years of age, is still struggling in this era of the end of the Dharma when his aura is exhausted, how can the Manchu people, who have learned from the ancient books, break through the shackles?

"He's in Vietnam now?"

"Not sure." Rebecca shook her head, "I haven't seen him since, but it's impossible for such a person to lurk quietly, there will always be some gossip that can be traced down to him." ”

"I see." Li Ang waved his hand, which can be regarded as the end of this topic, and now he has just stepped into Zhuji, and it is not the time to go to Vietnam to make trouble for others.

But this also reminds me that strength is the most important thing.

What S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra and even the Manchurians, these huge forces don't know how many are still lurking, like crocodiles lying on the surface of the water like a dead wood, they can stir up the powerful currents of water at any time and anywhere, leap out, and pierce their vital points with their piercing fangs.

"It's getting more and more interesting in the present world."

Li Ang sighed with emotion, adjusted the newly refined magic weapon slightly, did not stop, and turned around and left the basement directly.

A long leather boot stepped onto the ground, submerged in the snow, making a soft rustling sound.

He took a deep breath, and the air poured cold down his throat into his lungs, spreading his palms, and the crystal snowflakes slowly fell.

"It's so cold." Leon rubbed his hands together and walked to the garage at Williams Manor.

When Christmas is approaching, Black Friday is about to start, and the upcoming rain startles the streets and alleys, and the storefronts are lit up with Christmas-related decorations.

The Christmas hits on the Billboard music charts have been slaughtered again and again, holly trees such as cedars and cypresses have been sold out, and middle-aged and elderly greasy and short men who were disliked by everyone in the past can also wear red and white Santa Claus outfits and enjoy the taste of taking photos with the crowd at this moment.

Leon sat in the driver's seat of the pickup truck and drove out of the city,

Yesterday's Gotham was still sunny and cloudy, and now it is cloudy, and most of the city is covered with snow.

According to the meteorologists, this is a legacy of the hurricane, and through the complicated and incomprehensible charts and the jumble of technical terms, they have come to the only conclusion that this year's snowfall is likely to break previous records.

Gotham, a half-island city on the west coast, is a rare place to see snow and homeless people who don't have to worry about eating tomorrow this year – Mayor Lincoln March has called on a consortium to recruit employees to eliminate as many unemployed as possible through the recycling of the gang's legacy.

The road leading to the outside of the city has long been ploughed back and forth by snowplows, and the snow blocks on both sides of the road have accumulated into grass snake gray lines.

Cars come and go, out of the city and into the city, most of them are dragging families to visit relatives and friends, and Christmas music and the roar of the family are resounding in the narrow carriages.

On the outskirts of the city, the cars thinned out, and the distance was not taken care of by the snowplows, and the rough black tires made long marks on the snow, bringing the asphalt road back to light.

Leon casually glanced out the window,

Outside the window is a dense forest covered in silver, with a thick layer of snow on the ground, which looks soft and amiable from a distance, and looks like a marshmallow, making people want to step on it a few times.

There were faint sounds of one or two shrill birdsongs, echoing in the open field,

It's just a wilderness, and it's common to see,

Except for the steel prosthetic leg of Baron Straker buried under a certain tree.

"It's well hidden, not even the sound of the heartbeat leaks out, but the breath is wrong."

Leon muttered to himself, retracted his gaze, and didn't even slow down the speed of the car, still driving out of the city.

In his vision, there are tiny holes on the seemingly ordinary snow surface that are difficult for ordinary people to detect with the naked eye.

There were about thirty or forty of these holes, distributed in a ring around the steel prosthesis, and the snow around the holes was slightly concave, and from time to time there was a faint and invisible warm heat coming out.

These holes were vents that helped the Assassins who were buried under the snow to breathe.

"It seems that they don't know my identity yet, but they have somehow traced the location of Satan's Claw, and set up an ambush waiting for the killer to come and dig up the prosthetic leg - after all, there are not many cars on this kind of suburban road, and it just so happens that the person who stops on this path is the murderer."

Li Ang muttered, turned on the car music, and looked at the backward dense forest through the rearview mirror,

"If I had the slightest hesitation and had slowed down that stretch, dozens of Assassins hiding in the jungle would suddenly burst into flames."

He lightly tapped the iron belt, and a burst of light lit up on the belt, and then disappeared in an instant.

"Come back in the evening, whether it's Hydra or some other force, it's all over."

The sound of the car faded away, and the heat of the engine was clearly visible in the cold wind, leaving the forest and snow field to wait in place.