Chapter 104: Confessing the Lord

Rodin had wanted to give Cynthia the Silver Flame Rose armor for self-defense, but although she was moved, she said that she would not accept anything. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"You said you wanted to protect us, and you put on this armor. ā€

"And I'm an ordinary girl, I don't know the power of blood, witchcraft and the like at all, and having it is also a tyrannical thing, and I can't play the role of a treasure. ā€

"If you put it on and keep yourself safe, won't we be safe too?"

As for Isabella, since she had explained the preciousness of the armor, Rodin was not so kind as to push such a treasure on her twice.

Eventually, he decided to wear it himself.

The suit seemed to be a bit looser for Rodin, but when it came time to put it on, it began to adjust its size spontaneously.

The delicate silver scales contracted and wriggled like dominoes, quickly adjusting to fit snugly and comfortably.

It's cold and tough on the outside, and there's a soft fishnet-like tights on the inside.

Fully dressed, a gentle light suddenly shone above the Silver Flame Rose, enveloping Rodin's entire body.

At the same time, the power of the bloodline in his body began to be continuously extracted into the armor.

The flowing and whimsical patterns on the surface of the armor began to wriggle strangely with the injection of the power of blood, like slender insects gathering and approaching from the surface of the armor to the middle, and finally crawling along the gap to Rodin's body.

A quarter of an hour later, the light had dissipated and everything was calm, and a delicate rose tattoo the size of a palm appeared on Rodin's chest.

At the same time, the delicate card then turned to ashes and disappeared without a trace.

The entire suit of armor is fully revealed.

The delicate scales that had been distinct before disappeared, and the surface of the armor became smooth and tight, so that no gaps could be seen.

It presents an extremely simple and light style, and even the outline of the legs, arms, and chest muscles can be seen, which is more like a layer of close-fitting thin armor, agile, light, and not bloated at all.

Most of the armor has no conspicuous undulations or sharp water chestnut horns, with some streamlined tendencies, and the overall appearance is silver, and even the rose pattern on the chest has disappeared, which looks a little bland.

However, the style of the shoulder pads changed suddenly. It is obviously thicker than the others, thick and domineering, with a circle of slightly upward-curved folds stacked at the shoulders, and a short corner with a curved half-curve at the apex, like the devil's claws.

The whole is like a circle of blooming flower bones, bringing endless amazement.

In addition to the shoulders, the sharp shape of the helmet also changes the style of the entire armor from a calm plainness.

The helmet is a vague triangle from top to bottom, obscuring most of the face, except for two lightning-fast slanting slits on either side of the bridge of the nose, exposing the pupils and part of the lips and chin.

The surface of the helmet is stacked with folds that bend slightly upward, and at the top of it stands the crescent horns of two wheeled demon bulls, long on the right and short on the left, adding a sense of hideousness and evil.

From afar, it gives the illusion that a cold ghost is roaring.

At the same time, as the power of the blood flowed freely through the armor, a sense of flesh and blood appeared between the armor and Rodin's body.

The two seem to be connected to a channel, in which their spirit and energy are transmitted and intersected.

He felt a pitifully faint, white dot of spirituality in the armor, intimately clinging to his spirit, conveying a signal of obedience and dependence.

Around the spirit, a circle of mysterious, bizarre symbols emerged, hovering and slowly turning.

These symbols resemble a lightning bolt mark in the center of a triangle, or a flame mark surrounded by irregular shapes, and a pair of lifelike diamond-shaped metal wings......

The symbol is delicate and compact, but when he invests his attention on it, he feels a vast, mysterious, and indescribable power.

And the spirituality faintly revealed to him the magical functions of these symbols, rift sealing, attribute enhancement, will shock, and some functions that the current strength could not activate.

As if he had no teacher, he understood that as long as he activated a symbol with the power of the bloodline, the corresponding functions of the armor could be used.

There is no doubt that they have their roots in witchcraft and are part of a great array of miraculous and gratuitous witchcraft.

The armor and body gave him a sense of control and unprecedented strength.

Cynthia saw this bully and strange armor at first glance, and the whole person was frightened, and she hugged little Ryan and hid to the side of the carriage in fear.

The figure behind the armor gave her an extremely strange feeling, as if it was no longer the same Rodin as before.

And when Rodin saw the expression of his beloved, he instantly woke up from the addiction of power.

With a thought, the Silver Flame Rose suddenly gathered like rows of building blocks collapsing, burrowing into the rose tattoo on his chest. He instantly fell from the illusion of strength to the peak to the bottom, and regained his composure.

Still can't help but admire.

"Worthy of the name of its treasure, just the effect of directly turning into a tattoo after recognizing the owner is not something that idle weapons and equipment can have. ā€œ

"It just feels a little girly!"

"Dan, I'm so scared when you put on your armor, I always feel like I've become a human being, a demon. ā€œ

"Can you stop wearing it in front of me in the future?"

"Honey, since you don't like it, then I promise you, try not to use it. ā€œ

He realized the huge increase in the strength of the rose, but he knew that his current priority, he must not indulge in external objects, although the rose is magical, but after all, it is a foreign object, and it cannot compare to the growth of his own strength.

If you rely on it for a long time, you have to worry about whether it will have a negative effect on your own strength training.

In addition, it also seems to have a certain effect on the mind, giving people the illusion of unprecedented power when worn, and people can't help but get close, but this effect is far weaker than that of the One Ring.

He decided not to use the armor as much as he could, in other words, to save it as a killer feature.

On weekdays, he uses the power of the bloodline to continue to nourish, and over time, he may be able to become something like the natal magic weapon of life cultivation in the Xianwu world.

Perhaps there was too much movement, and Elizabeth suddenly got into the carriage.

Ever since she had last seen the Flame Rose armor, although she had rejected Rodin's gift, she had been thinking about it and not being able to sleep at night, and she regretted it.

She always unconsciously turned her attention to Rodin.

As soon as he noticed the change, he was immediately extremely sensitive and couldn't help but rush in.

At a glance, he saw the gorgeous tattoo exposed in his underwear.

"You, the armor, have already recognized the Lord?"

Seeing that she was at a loss, although Rodin couldn't bear it, he still replied honestly:

"Well, I just put on my armor. ā€œ

After speaking, Isabella was a little incredulous, as if she couldn't withstand the blow and shook her body.

When Rodin supported her, he saw that his face changed, helpless, regretful, and relieved.

After a long time, she regained her composure.

"Confess the Lord, then it is good. ā€œ

"You must treat it well, such a treasure, if you use it well, your strength will change drastically. ā€œ

With that, she looked expectant, "Well, how are you and Sister Cynthia thinking about moving to the tribe?"

In her mind, if the person in front of her joined the Flint Tribe, the sealing armor would not be lost, and it would still belong to the tribe.

Rodin and Cynthia looked at each other and smiled, not pretentious,

"In the future, when I go to the tribe to mess around, I have to trouble you to take care of it. ā€œ