I don't know when, Carthage's figure appeared behind Garon, his eyes calmly staring at the faint lights.

"Why did the senior brother come here in person?" Garon got up, turned around, and looked at Carthage that suddenly appeared behind him.

"I see ambition in your eyes. Carthage said lightly, "Ambition for power." That's why I accepted you. ”

The corners of Garon's mouth hooked slightly, and he didn't speak, waiting for his next step.

"I heard you have a magic sword?" said Carthage suddenly.

Garon's heart was shocked, knowing that the other party was suspicious. The non-ranking generals who can blend into the Chixue faction can't be fools, and it's normal to have this suspicion. No one in this world will be fooled by simple fools.

"Is that what you're talking about?" Garon's expression remained unchanged, and the Sunyao Demon Knife suddenly appeared in his hand. It's just that the blue flame on the top has turned into a pale yellow flame at this time, which is more than a little weaker than the original blue flame. The burning position has also been changed from the handle to the tip.

A flash of blackness suddenly flashed in Carthage's eyes, and at this moment, Garon's whole body suddenly seemed to be immersed in an ice fountain, as if he was stared at by a violent and cold contradictory giant eye, and his body suddenly stiffened.

This seems to be a scan.

The feeling was fleeting.

Carthage soon saw the anomaly in his eyes disappear directly. A trace of doubt in the depths of his eyes disappeared at once.

"I know your past. The Black Disk Domain on the home planet, the Seventh Wind God will be, right? Do you need me to help you finish it?"

"No, as long as there is the support of the elder brother. Garon was already satisfied. Garon humbly bowed his head in respect. He didn't doubt that the other party would find out about his past, which was not difficult for him at his height.

"Come with me. Carthage dropped one last word. Turn and leave.

"Good. Garon nodded. Know that the test of Carthage is coming.

His gaze fell on his stat bar.

After two years of retreat and a lot of potential points, he directly raised his genetic column to the point where he could no longer improve.

And the large number of potential points that have just arrived have also decreased rapidly, falling back to just over 500.

The genetic item also changed from a blood eagle to a swirling black mist, as if it was hatching something. There was no movement all the time, and all the abilities of the genes disappeared in an instant, and this black mist was like a bottomless pit. No matter how many potential points are thrown in, there is no movement at all.

After Garon wasted a lot of potential points and still didn't move, he didn't dare to move again, just waiting for a new change on its own.

And for two years. His manor was infected with a hint of dead silence. There is another reason why even intelligent systems cannot be approached for a long time. The red gem he had gotten from the Abyss Altar had actually fused with the golden crystal he had gotten from Ron.

To be exact, the golden crystal was swallowed by the red gemstone.

The red gem that swallowed the golden crystal seemed to have turned into an extremely tempting delicacy, and Garon tried to swallow it directly into his stomach more than once, but he resisted the urge.

Strangely, the red gem has been giving off a strange dead silence ever since. Constantly corroding the surrounding qiē things, both alive and dead. None of them.

Removing the red gemstone from the spatial ring, Garon quietly placed it in the cuff. Hold tightly with your hands.

The special dead aura of this gem can perfectly conceal its own aura and camouflage, even if it is not downgraded, it cannot be discovered.

With a flash of figure, Garon quickly followed Carthage into the darkness.

The figures of the two of them continued to flicker in the dark night, and the monitoring settings were as if they had not found anything, turning a blind eye to the two.

Carthage was constantly leaping and shooting from the rooftop towers, and without the ability to levitate, such movements were more hidden. Garon kept jumping urgently, barely trying to follow him.

Looking at the black back in front of him, Garon felt more and more the horror of this rain king of Carthage. Even the Guardian didn't even notice that this disguised guy had infiltrated the genre.

The two of them continued to leap, and soon left the confines of the headquarters and entered the remote cold area.

On the dark white ice and snow ground, there stood a white transparent spatial vortex, which was a jumping point, and I didn't know where it led.

Carthage landed in front of the whirlpool and walked slowly in.

Garon also fell down and walked in.

There was a change in front of him, as if countless rainbows had passed by, and in just a few seconds, Garon was already standing in a somewhat quaint and dilapidated white courtyard.

The leaves above his head were fluttering and rattling, and the red leaves like maple leaves kept falling, drifting like raindrops around him.

The courtyard is small, less than twenty meters long and wide, and a large tree in the middle is the source of these red leaves.

Carthage and Garon appeared at the foot of the tree as if teleporting, and both looked at the room inside the courtyard at the same time.

"Kill them. Carthage closed his eyes and stood there.

In an instant, a black figure burst out of the room.

"Carthage, Lao Tzu killed you!!ahhhhhh!!!h

The loud roar was like thunder, and with the man's pounce, it seemed that the entire courtyard was violently pulled and shaken, the earth was shaking, and the air was painted with black traces of air currents.

The whole man rushed at him like a raging bull. The huge axe spun at high speed and slashed at Carthage's head.

Clang!!

A few centimeters from Carthage, a blue scimitar stood in front of it. The blade and the axe collided head-on, but there was not a single trace of damage.

A green light flashed in Garon's eyes, and the wolf shadow flickered in front of him. It was as if a black illusory wolf swooped forward.

Boom!

The man was directly hit by the illusory wolf shadow and flew upside down. The sternum was shattered, and blood spurted from the mouth. Fell heavily on the wall of the house behind him, but didn't hit the wall, and rolled straight down.

It's just out of gas.

"The man. It is the grandson of the second elder who has been missing for many years. ”

Carthage's words suddenly made Garon's heart cold.

He watched Carthage turn around, and the guy looked at him with a smile on his face, and said slowly.

"I've wanted to kill him for a long time, and it's up to you to do it today. ”

It was the first time Garon had seen Carthage smile, but he didn't feel any warmth.

This guy

He clenched the hilt slightly, retracting the scimitar. No wonder he didn't contribute much just now. The other party actually flew out upside down and died. Apparently it was already arranged.

Carthage, this is helping him to make up his mind to cut off the only way out.

He didn't suspect that the other party was lying to him, and these things were in the status of the two of them now. You can find it lightly when you check it. He worries about other things.

"It seems that I underestimated this guy's viciousness."

"I heard that you used to be a pilot and then changed to a mechanic, right?" Carthage asked lightly, cursing the smile on his face.

"Yes. Garon twitched and replied in a low voice. This guy really found out all his old bottoms.

"You also have a younger brother. And a lover. It's good that there are still loved ones alive. Carthage sighed, "It's a pity that my relatives have been dead for a long time"

Garon's eyes were slightly cold, and he didn't speak. This guy was threatening him, a definite threat.

"Are you interested in regaining the strength of the pilot?" and at this moment, Carthage's words finally revealed a hint of his true purpose.

"If it weren't for, I'd be a Legacy Pilot by now!" Garon replied in a low voice. "That's my pursuit and dream!"

Carthage smiled mysteriously.

"During this time, help me kill people. ”

Isn't it enough? Killing the grandson of the second elder is not enough to gain the trust of the other party?

Garon knew he was walking a tightrope. If you're not careful, you'll be crushed, and Carthage has too many things to hide. This old monster, who has lived for at least a thousand years, does not know how many various means he has hidden.

But in order to improve himself in the shortest possible time, Garon knew that he had no choice.

"Good. ”

He replied in a low but firm voice.

For the next month, it was more than a month.

Every day Garon would act with Carthage, and each time he would jump through the guò gate to go to various different places, constantly killing, killing, and killing!

Garon felt like his blades were stained with all sorts of blood. There were many, many people who rushed to Carthage as if they had killed their father's enemy, and there were many people who turned around and fled as if they had seen him.

But it didn't work, Garon would kill them one by one.

Later, he gradually learned who he had killed.

Those are the small schools of the mechanics, yes, the schools one by one.

Under the suppression of Carthage's non-falling level, small schools are constantly harvested by Galleon, and sometimes they will encounter some stronger schools, but it doesn't matter, these schools are far inferior to the level of the Chixue faction, and they are easily killed by Galleon alone.

It doesn't matter if it's good or evil, it doesn't matter if it's bloody.

Garon knew that Carthage's trust had to be gained at this time, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable.

Slaughtered one distant genre after another, and there was not a single one alive.

Finally, one night, Carthage reappeared in front of Garon.

"Be prepared, it's a big operation. ”

"Big action?" Garon's closed eyes opened slightly, and he found that in his genetic column, the black mist was gradually dyed with blood as the number of people he killed increased, and it seemed to have dissipated.

Raising his head at this time, he looked at Carthage.

"What kind of opponent?"

"Blue Frost Pie. Carthage's smiling face was now as hideous and terrifying as the devil in the glow of the fire.

This moment.

Garon's heart seemed to beat a beat slower. (To be continued......)