readx;?Shiro almost wanted to plug his nose. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He evolved from a king snake, and his senses were already more sensitive than normal humans. Sensitive senses can play a huge role in many times, and even more so in battle. But now, Shiro is troubled by his overly sensitive senses. Take the nose as an example, the strong smell of alcohol in the corridor at the moment is filled with white, not to mention white, people with sensitive senses like this, even ordinary people can't stand it.

Shiro even suspected that if he lit a fire, he could ignite the air in this corridor.

He couldn't help but squint at the figure at the end who was sleeping with a wine barrel, Hubble had buried himself in the wine pile, and the Cato people were piled up with large and small wine barrels. In just two days, he had drunk all the wine he had brought with him from Greenlight, plus all the fine wine that Trisley had scavenged for him. Hubble was happy, but completely ignored the feelings of the silent boy on the other side.

Shiro glanced at the closed door and simply held his breath.

At this moment, the footsteps sounded, and even if he didn't look at it, Shiro could sketch in his mind Tracey's haughty stride. Sure enough, a few seconds later, Trisli came in from around the corner of the hallway. Shiro stood up and was about to say something to the other side of the hallway, when Trisli raised her hand and said, "Okay, okay, I know what you want to say." You've said it many times in the past two days, but this time it's different, I have to see the master. ”

"Nope." Bai glanced at the door, shook his head resolutely, and said, "Father said that you can't let anyone disturb you, and I want to include anyone including you." ”

"Oh my God, you little devil is so stubborn." Trisley said, "There are some guys from the city today, they're from Greytown. Does Greytown know what the place is? ”

Bai honestly shook his head.

"Greytown is," Trisley stomped her foot, "Forget it, you don't know." You just have to know that the town was ended by Lucy, and God knows when he entered the Relics. Judging from this situation, he will soon come to White Tin City. I have to inform my master to get ready for battle, you get the idea? ”

Bai Mian said expressionlessly: "I will inform him when my father comes out." ”

Trisley wants to kill people: "Why can't you make sense, you little ghost, when the master comes out, I'm afraid that people will be killed outside the city gate." ”

"So what?" Bai Moran said: "If he dares to attack the city, we will kill him." ”

"That's so easy, little master," cried Trisley, "that's Lucy, the White Devil Lucy!" Do you think it's Bloody Eye or Pickup, in terms of combat power in the Great Wilderness, he is only under the Bone King. And this ranking is still ten years ago, God knows where his true level has gone now! ”

"Trisley, what's the matter?"

Lola came over to hear the shouts, and Trisli didn't like Lola more than Shiro. She said coldly: "Ask the little ghost over there, I don't care!" ”

Then he walked away in a huff.

Lola gave her hands to the dialogue with a helpless expression, and the latter nodded and sat back down. Lola looked at the door and said, "But Alan has been in for two days, what the hell is he doing?"

This question can't be answered in vain, and Hubble, who is already drunk to death, can't answer it. Probably the only one who knows the answer is Alan himself.

The room is the former bedroom of the pickup, and the decoration style of the bedroom is barely acceptable in terms of human aesthetics, but there are too many sculptures in this room. Pickup's penchant for sculpture borders on paranoia, and almost all the corners of the bedroom that can be used for decoration are filled with stone sculptures, and the subject matter is mainly human figures. Next to the bed table, there is even a stone statue of the pickup truck itself, about ten centimeters high, and the expressions of the stone statues and the texture of the clothes are carved in detail. That's probably the proud work of the pickup, but it's a pity that the thing is still there, and the owner of the bedroom is no longer a pickup.

Alan sat cross-legged on a round carpet in the middle of the room, with the Demon Salute lying flat in front of him. The demonic gem of the source artifact was overflowing with glow, and the blood-red light reflected the bedroom red. Demon Praise suddenly appeared abnormally two days ago, and at first Alan only felt that the source device was dissipating on its own, and at first he didn't pay much attention to it. But the source device overflowed more and more qi, and finally even the gem lit up, and Alan felt that something was wrong.

Demon Praise has the ability to absorb the essence of life, especially powerful lifeforms, and the source device is even more beneficial. Until now, Eren has used it to kill many strong people, and Demon Praise has evolved three times in succession. Speaking of which, the third stage of the death hymn has been used for a long time, and Alan thinks that the source device is going to evolve to the fourth stage. But after two days, there was no movement in the Demon Praise, only the source qi was overflowing.

After that, Alan tried many times, but nothing came of it. Even, he couldn't even activate the awakening posture of the source device normally. Demon Praise seemed to seal himself off, and Eren couldn't infuse the source power into it, so he couldn't use the source weapon. And in the qi it exuded, there was an aura that caught Allen's attention. After careful discernment, he concluded that the breath belonged to Ofasc.

On the Heavenly Star that day, Eren did attack the Ofascist with the Demon Praise, although he did not kill the King of Justice, but it seems that the Source Weapon still drew some life essence from the Ofascist.

"Couldn't it absorb the essence of the life of the Ofascists, and now it plans to discharge it?" Alan frowned, this should be the closest answer to the truth. But the source device has no other vision except for the overflow of the gas engine. But if it weren't for what he had guessed, Alan really couldn't think of any other possibility.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed.

When Demon Praise first evolved, Eren was surprised. Throughout the universe, only life can evolve and transform, and I have never heard of the theory that the source has evolution. Even the golden rose in Lucy's hand is just a power that liberates different stages depending on the user's source power. But demonic praise evolves itself by absorbing the essence of life, which is the essential difference.

As if ignoring the appearance of the source, the Demon Praise is in fact a life. If it is life, then there may be will. When he thought of this, Allen's fingers trembled, he probably knew how to communicate with the source.

If Demon Praise has consciousness, then he can have access to it on a spiritual level. It was only recently that he had engaged in a spiritual war with the legendary woman, and Eren knew very well that this kind of direct contact of the will was far more dangerous than the physical encounter. But right now, it's pretty much the only way, and there's no other way for Alan to see what's going on with the source.

It's just a risk.

Whether it's the value of the source itself, or the only thing Lannie left him, whatever the reason, it's worth it. The idea was set, and he no longer hesitated, just closed his eyes. Just like when he lit the fire, he first precipitated his mind in a meditative way, and then tried to let the tentacles of his will enter the inside of the source organ.

When Allen's will fell to the demon's praise, the gem on the source vessel shone brighter again. The energy in the gem surged, and a golden vertical streak floated. The vertical lines are slightly open to the left and right, like the pupils of something!