The so-called perfect state is the best indicator that can be achieved by one's own conditions, the dark wounds and toxins in the body will be removed, the power of runes will be excavated to the maximum, and the damaged armor can actually repair itself...... Of course, El didn't believe that there could be such a pie-in-the-sky good thing for no reason, and he preferred to believe that it was some kind of compensation for himself rather than a favor. In other words, this means that the challenges he is about to face will be more difficult.

However, it has never been El's choice to retreat, since there is this kind of preferential treatment, it is necessary to make the most of it, and he has more than one hole card, if all can be improved, then no matter what kind of opponent he has the courage to fight.

In a moment, the velociraptor armor on his body had been repaired, and the virtual image of a flying feathered velociraptor held its head high behind El, letting out a silent roar, and the enchanted "tyrant" reappeared! El reached out to hold the wind mark on his waist, and found that the machete was emitting a faint faint light, he pulled out the knife and brushed a knife flower in his hand, clearly feeling the air in front of him emitting abnormal fluctuations. With his strength, he couldn't control this murder weapon, but in a perfect state, his strength reached the peak level of theory, and even this knife gradually revealed its true ferocity.

The Dragon's Tooth Bow was already in its most powerful state, only repairing some combat damage, but the quiver was frantically filled with demon-breaking arrows. After getting the box of demon-destroying arrows from Lolana, El was reluctant to use this murder weapon until the last resort. And now I don't know what the rules are set for, but I actually filled myself with a full twenty-four. Such a bucket of demon-breaking arrows would give El more confidence than even the wind marks.

These are just equipment improvements, but if you want to reach perfection, the biggest beneficiary is none other than Xiao Langa, and even El himself doesn't know how far the perfect state of the Earthwalker royal larvae can evolve, but an obvious fact is that compared to the scale of the war waged by the Earthwalker tribe in the dark regions, El's battles along the way can only be said to be pediatric. Although he can provide little Langa with nutrients, this nutrient can only sustain her growth at most, and she doesn't know when she will have to really evolve.

The round eggs spontaneously popped out of El's arms, and before they hit the ground, they stretched out a pair of translucent cicada wings. Little Ranga Shu spread out her body and suspended in mid-air, her body growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a short time she developed into a human fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl. The cicada wings on her back increased to three pairs, covered with a layer of golden carapace, and the limbs gradually got rid of the insect characteristics like human form, the pincers on her hands became flexible fingers, and the arthropods of the lower body evolved into two long and two short different types, one pair of arthropods became thick for walking, while the other pair of arthropods became flattened scythes, which were full of deadly threats at first glance. （(7764)）

The Earthwalker girl, who almost couldn't see what she looked like when she was a child, opened her eyes and smiled at El lively, her eyes were still bright yellow without pupils, but a gem suddenly grew in the center of her eyebrows between her eyes, which looked like her third eye gem looked very familiar, and it seemed to be the "secret sword" she had stolen

"You're cheating...... Cyprus, who was standing on the sidelines and watching coldly, sighed helplessly. In the regular laws of this world, the hunter's beast companion can be counted as his own combat power. But throughout the ages, few hunters have ever been heard of being able to make a partnership contract with the Earthwalker's royal larvae.

Although humans have always regarded the Earthwalkers as uncivilized beasts, and even disdainfully called them "Zerg", in fact, the level of civilization of the Earthwalker race is far higher than that of humans, and the royal bloodline of the Earthwalkers is far beyond the imagination of mortals. Xiao Langa, who is currently in the larval state, is already close to the bronze peak, and when she enters the perfect state of the larval stage, her strength immediately rises to the silver high level, resulting in a leap and bound.

According to the ancient custom of the Landwalkers, the larval stage in her perfect state means that she is about to enter the mutation process of transforming into a butterfly, and the next step is to be eligible to join the royal civil war. If she can stand out from the royal civil war, she can directly evolve to the level of the earthly princess Langalia.

Of course, those are just beautiful fantasies, and Xiao Langa's current perfect state was only born in this special environment, and he did not have enough accumulated reserves, and it was impossible to cross that threshold. However, the real important issue is that her current strength has surpassed that of her master, which means that El's overall strength has at least doubled.

"It was a surprise that even I hadn't expected. El looked at the majestic Earthwalker girl in front of him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile. He still maintains a psychic connection with Xiao Langa, and after the girl evolves to perfection, the mental ability of the Earth Walking Royal Clan has also taken a qualitative leap. Little Ranga's heart was completely connected to his heart, and now he could clearly feel every trace of dependence and joy in the girl's heart.

"Master, let's go make a big fuss!" said the innocent and joyful voice of little Ranga in his head. All the earthly royal clans have to fight to the death with their brothers and sisters since they were born, and gradually grow up from the sea of corpses and blood. By accident, little Langa did not "enjoy" this dark childhood, but became a fed pet and lived a carefree and happy life every day.

But this comfort did not affect the hidden nature of her royal bloodline, the Earthwalker was a race of war, and she still unconsciously longed to fight in her heart.

"How can I get out of here?" El asked, patting the girl's little head and turning to Cypriot.

"Your goal is ahead, and you're facing your nightmare. Cyprus spread his hands and said helplessly: "I really can't imagine that you can make such a big scene, even I can't help you more." ”

"Don't talk as if you're going to help me, Mr. Cyprus. El pursed his lips and smiled indifferently, "I just want to confirm with you, can I really be promoted to the silver rank here?"

"Promoted to the Silver rank? No, no, no, I don't care about things that don't have technical content. Cyprus shook his head again and again, "If you mean the Silver Secret Realm, then I can give you a piece of advice to test your limits." ”

"I found that you are really a superfluous existence, this nonsense is really level. El sighed, waved at Cyprus, and turned back to little Langa, "These things can be considered nightmares, come on, girl, let's make a big fuss!"

"Yes, yes!" little Langa wagged his tail like a pet dog, a big smile on his face.

El took a few steps forward, and looked back consciously, and saw that Cyprus, who had been standing beside him a moment earlier, was gone, and even the iron cage that had imprisoned him had disappeared into thin air, leaving only the burning wreckage on the ground. For some reason, he didn't even notice that he was surrounded by undead spirits.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry, cannons like you don't get in the way, right?" El said to himself, certainly not thinking that it would be useful. Seeing the ghouls with flames on their bodies jumping off the roof and pounced on him, El grabbed a beam from the ruins, buckled his fingers directly into the middle of the beam, and with a loud shout, he swung forward, and all the ghouls who pounced were swept out.

Landing on all fours, the bone scythe that had evolved from its two hind limbs doubled in size, completely protecting her body from front to back, and she leapt forward and rushed into the ranks of the undead, all the undead in her path were effortlessly slashed by the two scythes.

There were burning streets all around, but El didn't choose any path, he had locked on a certain direction, and he was sure that he would never miss again this time. The straight line between the two points was the shortest, and he didn't want to waste time going around the road. Although there was a solid wall in front of him, El did not hesitate to fold his arms in front of his head and hit it.

With a bang, the smoke of gunpowder filled the air, and the eyes suddenly opened up, followed by a murderous aura that was enough to make people's hairs stand up. Behind the wall stood an undead black knight, and at this moment, the pale soul fire ignited in the eyes of both the black knight and his mount, locking onto El's figure.

The living and the dead are inherently opposing enemies, and the Black Knight drew his weapon almost without a thought, and with a hard pull on the reins, the undead horse under his seat lifted up and kicked the man to his feet, neighing almost like a wail of an unjust soul.

However, the neighing stopped abruptly, and before the hooves of the undead warhorse fell, they were hit headlong by the human in front of them, and the white bones generated by the undead magic were as hard as iron and stone, and now they were broken as crisp as biscuits. The Black Knight and his mount were brutally slammed into the wall behind him, but the Initiator did not stop.

The second wall and the wreckage of what had once been known as the Black Knight shattered, and El strode forward, finding himself in a bar of size. The lights in the bar were still shining, and it seemed undisturbed by the brutal war outside, but the drinkers who were hiding inside could tell at a glance that they were not good people.

"Yo, isn't this Mr. El? I heard that you have been developed lately. The two-meter-tall black man stood up from his seat with an ale in his hand and strode over to El with a smile on his face that bordered on flattery.

"Bart?" El asked, narrowing his eyes and a little uncertain, almost forgetting that this man existed.

"That's right, it's me, Mr. El, I heard that you're wearing a military uniform now, but don't be like me. Bart walked over to El and bent down with a smile on his face.

His smile was so sincere that even those who were looking for trouble couldn't get out of the slightest, but El wouldn't let that distract him from the serpent-like dagger he hid in the palm of his hand.

"Get out of the way, you're not qualified to stand in my way. El gripped the wind scar and sighed.

"You're really good at laughing. Bart's eyes were cold, and the knife flashed.

Source of the novel: Ran Library

(Jiangsu.com)