Late at night, in the underground workshop, the sonorous sound of steel grinding sounded from time to time.

On the ceiling, the only light in the dim workshop casts a dim glow.

A hideous black shadow stood under the lamp, reaching out to accept Charles's adjustment.

The boy stood still, covered in a metal skeleton clinging to his skin. The intricate structure of the alloy machinery and the human body are seamlessly combined, tenoning each other, but not affecting the movement, as if it existed in the first place.

With Charles's movements, the parts that had been disassembled were joined to the skeleton one by one, and the cold metallic color was covered inch by inch by black leather, and in the end it was no longer visible.

In its place, the boy's face was hidden in the shadows, and it was impossible to see the expression.

But his height suddenly rose by half a foot, and his body also changed from the original emaciation to a faint burly, and with the slow movement, the power contained in the action set off a faint whistling and dust.

The lights were turbulent and dim.

"Yezi, in fact, this set of things should have grown on your body in the first place, right?"

In front of him, Charles raised the wind lamp in his hand, illuminating the boy's face hidden in the shadows. The boy raised his eyes and looked at him, there was no sadness or joy in his eyes, not deep or harsh.

"It's like iron. ”

Charles murmured softly.

He took two steps back and dropped his tools.

When he couldn't see Ye Qingxuan's face, he always felt that he was assembling some kind of precision machinery, silent, quiet and precise, like a clock.

It doesn't get tired, it doesn't stop, it doesn't get weak.

But when he saw Ye Qingxuan's face, he felt that the boy in front of him was a year younger than himself.

"How does it feel?"

He asked softly.

"I feel a bit heavy and not very comfortable. ”

Ye Qingxuan moved his arms, and some wanted to jump up. But was stopped by Charles: "If you jump here, it's almost like hitting a wall, the head is still light and the blood flow is light, and the concussion is broken." ”

"So exaggerated?"

"The clerics of the Chainsaw Brothers are a war machine that has been a borderless organization for hundreds of years. They have always been the invincible legions on the battlefield, fighting only for the sacred scriptures and money.

Those fellows ignored the Holy City's orders, and the only thing they could call on was the 'Crusade Order' issued by the Holy City when it was determined to march into the dark world once again.

Do you think they're relying on the Holy Scriptures to convince people? Don't be stupid, they're the dark side of the Order, crazy people who focus on mechanical technology. Don't underestimate how crazy they are. ”

Charles said lightly: "The original Chainsaw Monk underwent surgery to completely implant this set of skeletons into flesh and blood, fused with real bones, and turned people into machines.

After being modified to its current state, the power has been reduced. But the essence of the technology still comes from them. Trust me, it's a beast of prey, and you'll need a while to get used to its power. ”

"In other words, it's more than just running fast?"

"It's not enough. ”

Charles shook his head: "With your weak chicken physique that has not undergone the slightest training, after wearing it, you can reach the level of 200 kilograms of bench press and 500 kilograms of squats in the normal state." It has reached the limit of the pure flesh of human beings.

However, the forces are mutual. At present, the shock absorption system is still not perfect, and your maximum output is limited to 200 kilograms.

Of course. You can adjust it yourself, but beyond that. It is necessary to be prepared for the muscles to be torn apart by the shock, and even the bones to be broken.

Be careful, leaves, don't paralyze yourself. You don't want to live in a wheelchair like that bald old man from the Academy of Revelation for the rest of your life, do you?"

"Rest assured, this level is enough. ”

Ye Qingxuan nodded, obviously very satisfied with this. Now that he has officially reached the rhythm level, he has the power to protect himself in the control of the ether. With this outfit. He can let it go, and he doesn't have to worry about being held back by his physical strength at a critical time......

The thought of this made him feel sad - his physical strength was his eternal pain.

From ancient times to the present, the Ye family seems to have never had any strength to carry the crown, and most of the time they show people as elegant and famous people. Disdain to wrestle with people is one thing. On the other hand, it is also because of ...... I'm really not very good at manual work.

Just by looking at him being beaten by a dog when he was unprepared, you know how weak he is.

"Don't be in a daze. ”

Charles shook his head and threw something over, "Try this." ”

Ye Qingxuan caught it, and only through the light could he see clearly that there was a silver arm armor in his hand - it was originally the arm of 'Pinocchio', but this arm was removed, and its appearance had changed greatly.

Now it looks light and delicate, like a work of art.

There was a snap, and it was tightly sealed.

It was embedded in the originally reserved slot and connected to Ye Qingxuan's right arm. The boy moved his arms, and with the help of the skeleton, he could barely feel the added weight.

"What is this?"

"What you brought back. ”

Charles laughed, gesturing to the disassembled weapon on the workbench, "- Sword of Sighs." ”

On the workbench, the heavy black sword had been disassembled, the hilt, the body, and the gauntlet...... Shaky.

What looks like black stone is actually some kind of rough alloy, and even after being dismantled, it silently exudes a cold smell.

"How did it become like this?" Ye Qingxuan asked.

Charles shrugged: "Although the Sword of Sigh may seem like a heavy sword, in essence, it is an alchemical weapon capable of destroying most shields and enchantments.

It relies on a stable and precise internal structure to achieve perfect results, from the size, counterweight, to the metal material of each part has strict requirements.

When I took it apart, I found that most of it was damaged, but thankfully, the core part was still usable.

You try to clench your fists and throw a punch forward with all your might. Remember, it's all the effort. ”

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment and did as he said.

Boom!

A muffled sound came out of nowhere.

In an instant, it was like a giant blister bursting in a sealed basement.

The bitter wind pressure spread out from the front of the fist, setting off a fierce wind. Kicked up dust all over the ground. Even the basement door.

The air pressure rises instantaneously and then recovers in an instant.

Ye Qingxuan only felt a shock to his body, and then his eyes turned black, his ears were buzzing, and he was almost out of breath.

It was in the direction of his fist, on the wall a few meters ago. A large, faint fist mark silently appeared.

It was a faint trace left by the massive air pressure impact, which gradually disappeared as the dust flew.

"Cool, right?"

Charles, who had been prepared, hid beside him and gloated at the young man's dizzy appearance: "Don't worry, that's it when you hit the air." ”

"That's ...... What?"

"......," Charles seemed to say.

"It's a little louder, I can't hear it clearly!"

"I mean, Shock!"

Xia Er raised his voice to dispel the buzz in Ye Qingxuan's ears: "The core of the Sword of Sighs has formed a concussion, and this is where its power comes from.

Relying on this concussion, the blade can easily break through any obstacles.

The more fragile the substance. The easier it is to collapse in such a shock. The harder the structure, the more easily it will twist under its blows.

Even a small flaw will be infinitely magnified, and in the end, it will collapse and disintegrate on its own. ”

He put on his gloves, took off his hot armarm, and showed the boy the steel plate that fit into the inner lining of the armarm: "This is its body.

-- A very streamlined 'interval'.

It consists of seven basic notes, and the effect is 'vibrating'. It causes the body to resonate under the drive of the ether.

But what is frightening is that the Chainsaw Monk will be able to stand on a metal plate that can only be described as sturdy. This interval was copied and overlapped thousands of times.

This is the reason why the nations have not been able to imitate the Sword of Sighs, and the Chainsaw Monks will be in the technology of smelting and engraving. There is no other in the world!"

There was a snap, and the armour was put back on.

Charles sighed: "Non-lethal weapons, perfectly adapted to your needs.

If you pay attention to the control, no matter who you are, you have to kneel when you hold it down like this, and it doesn't matter how thick it is. And when necessary, it can also be used to tear down walls and run away. It's a must-have for the traitor department.

However, it's best to note that you don't have the Chainsaw Monk's Aether Cauldron implanted in your body for fine control, and there are no stabilizing components, so don't use it too often and give it a little buffer time.

Otherwise it could explode. ”

"Explosion?"

“bong~”

Charlese made a 'whole man shattered' pose. In exuberant spirits.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but want to sigh: "Senior brother......"

"Huh?"

"Why do I think that the reason why you have laid so much foreshadowing is just to be refreshed when you tell me at the end that 'it will explode'?"

“...... Ahaha, junior brother, you know me so well. ”

Ye Qingxuan sighed, turned around and walked to the door.

"Senior brother, don't go, senior brother, there are new inventions here for you to appreciate!"

"Come back, I'll go out for a walk. ”

Ye Qingxuan took off the deer hunting hat hanging on the wall, put it on his head, turned around and smiled at Xia Er: "Take a breath, go and go back." ”

Charles shook his head helplessly and waved his hand.

"Be careful all the way. ”――

Late at night, in the silence of the street, an old lame man leaned against the wall in the corner, smoking a pipe, smoking without a mouthful, looking up into the distance from time to time, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

The night dew was heavy, wetting his trouser legs and making him look older.

During the long wait, a cane reached out from the darkness behind him and rested on his shoulder.

"You left that mark?"

A hoarse voice rang out.

"Mr. Holmes?" the old man was stunned for a moment, then turned back in surprise and saw the shadow behind him: "Do you still know me?"

He pointed to the bruises on his face, "It's me, Hudson, sir." ”

Ye Qingxuan's eyebrows raised: he remembered the old man who was rescued by himself in this cemetery, and remembered that he once wanted to wash his hands and leave the country, but he was captured by the Rat King and tortured. After waking him up easily, Ye Qingxuan didn't pay attention anymore.

Unexpectedly, the shaman sent him to contact him.

"Mr. Hudson, long time no see. He asked lightly, "It seems that you have taken refuge in the shaman?"

Hudson's expression became a little apologetic: "Mr. Shaman said that you hate contact with people with unclean hands, so he found me and asked me to contact you specifically.

But don't worry, I haven't taken any black jobs since. Mr. Shaman also arranged for me to go to the cemetery and become a grave keeper. ”

"221B Baker Street?"

"That's right. Hudson nodded, filled with emotion.

"After that, if the shaman contacts me, just leave a mark in the cemetery, and I will go there regularly. ”

Ye Qingxuan thought about it and laughed softly: As Sherlock Holmes, isn't his tombstone still there?

Hudson nodded vigorously and turned to lead the way.

"We found clues to the professor. (To be continued......)