Garon himself knows that he is now oppressed by the Wind God General, the terrifying consciousness force field, the guide zhì collapses all over his body, bleeding inside and outside a large area, and the Eagle Claw consciousness power as the main resistance is also directly dissipated, leaving only the NIS second-level consciousness of the mechanic, completely from a fifth-level strong mobile master, to an ordinary second-level mechanic, and he can't be regarded as a real mechanic, because he doesn't have his own artifact imprint and biochemical pool.

Once someone attacks, it only takes a third-level pilot to have a conscious impact, and he will be killed directly. The Mechanic's consciousness is not meant to fight at all.

"Don't worry, I'll arrange a qiē. Sirin saw Garon's concern, "You just need to get some rest!"

"My consciousness may be useless. Garon glanced up at her, his face calm.

"I believe in your talent, you are still young, sooner or later there will be a time to rise again!" Cillin's face was also a little unsightly, but he still managed to squeeze out a smile. "You're my Xilin's martial arts teacher!"

That being said, it takes a long time to regain consciousness, especially combat consciousness, and especially this kind of re-cultivation that has been destroyed and the foundation has been destroyed, it takes twice as long as normal practice.

Garon and Xilin actually understood that although it took two or three years to cultivate the Eagle Claw, it was the part that was transformed by the previous cultivation of other consciousnesses, and you must know that the previous Nonosiva had actually practiced for at least five or six years, and if it took twice as much, it would be more than ten years, and more than ten years of time would be pulled back by many pilots who were originally inferior to themselves. No one knows.

"Alright, you can rest well, I'll go get you some potions. Sirin stood up. I didn't know how to comfort him, so I ran out of the ward.

Garon was left alone in a hospital bed. He looked up at the ceiling.

"You must do your best to restore your consciousness, otherwise you won't even have the power of basic self-preservation!"

Without any hesitation, he once again activated a trace of basic consciousness, and began to follow the trajectory of the eagle's claws to slowly outline the consciousness imprints on his arms.

Suddenly, without warning, a sharp pain rushed out of both arms. Pounding hard like deep in the brain.

Rumble!!!

There was a deafening sound of terror crashing.

Garon seemed to feel as if two gongs were smashing in his ears all of a sudden, and his whole ear was covered and buzzing.

He was directly dizzy. The brain was hazy, and even the basic consciousness was drowsy by the impact.

After waiting for half a minute, the noise and vibration slowly disappeared and faded away.

Only then did Garon find out. A powerful sky-blue consciousness entrenched in his arms. Like two living blue snakes, they occupy all the positions of the entire arm that are suitable for imprinting the imprint of consciousness.

The loud noise just now was nothing else, but the impact of two consciousnesses trying to rush into his mind, and the powerful defense formed by the soul seed.

And at this moment, the consciousness of the eagle's claws that had just condensed a trace of it completely disappeared at this moment. This made Garon's face even more difficult to look at.

"What a vicious method!" Only then did he understand why the Seventh Wind God would leave so lightly, daring to love his real backhand here!

He suddenly realized. Ever since I came to this world, I've had all kinds of things going wrong. I don't know exactly why.

The consciousness sank around the soul seed, and the solemn rebirth used the powerful induction of the two soul seeds to begin to sense the state of his body.

Time passed minute by minute, and his consciousness seemed to sense that Xilin had come back again, changed the hanging energy water for two bottles, and then sat on the edge of the bed for a while before leaving temporarily.

Garon fell into a semi-slumber state, forgetting the time and his current state of injury.

He devoted himself to the soul seed's induction of himself, because he felt that since he came to this world, he had not been going well, and what he wanted to develop had been repeatedly destroyed and hindered. And there seems to be something wrong with this state.

As time passed, Garon began to feel the slightest bit of strangeness.

Around his body, there seems to be a little inexplicable fluctuation lingering. This kind of fluctuation is very wonderful, and the concealment is very strong, if it weren't for the extremely perverted sensing power of the soul species, and even the surprise between worlds, it is estimated that the dynamics of this fluctuation would not be felt.

"What is this?" said Garon, who had a flash of confusion in his mind.

The fluctuating feeling was somewhat familiar, and he faintly remembered some bad associations.

It was the kind of inexplicable fluctuation that I felt when I first saw Clin, when I first saw my brother Belen.

"Could it be that only the influencers of the general trend of the world have it?" said Garon, recalling the Aisaro sisters he had seen in the previous world.

"There was absolutely no such fluctuation in me at first, I'm sure, so when did this thing start to come about?" Gallon wondered. The instinct of the soul seed told him that the source of bad luck was this strange and inexplicable fluctuation.

"This thing, anyone who has, is the center of the rotation of many major events, they can change the rotation progress of many major events, involving many aspects of events, in this way, for the time being, it can be named causality. ”

This definition is very vivid, and anyone with such causal power, from Goethe to the Aisaro sisters, is a key person with a lot of connections involved.

"I don't know what this thing is for, or where it comes from, but according to my identity, the biggest source may be Belen, a little bit of connection with Akatsuki. ”

As Garon analyzed step by step, he felt more and more that the source of causality was likely to be Belen, Klin, and Akatsuki.

After sorting out something, he slowly withdrew from the vicinity of the soul seed, his consciousness returned to his body, and when he opened his eyes, there was darkness in front of him.

A faint light shone in through the window, and the curtains were blown up slightly by the wind. Cillin was sleeping on a makeshift bed on his right, holding the remote switch of the siren tightly in his hand. Her breathing was even and slight. It gives the appearance that you can wake up at any time.

Garon didn't know how long he had been guarding him, but he looked at her haggard face, and the dark circles under her eyes were clearly visible. My heart is still slightly warm. Xilin, who has entered the fourth-level level, has already begun to cultivate resonance with the unique mecha that the family has already prepared for her, and she can be regarded as a genius among the pilots, but she is willing to guard him so silently for so long.

And after so long, it seems that I haven't seen other partners come to visit me, and the teacher may have been here before he woke up.

Garon remembered what Sirin had begun to say, that the teacher's men were guarding the perimeter. I was slightly sure in my heart.

Settle down. He slowly fell back into sleep, his body was actually almost repaired, and he had been lying down for so many days. But the main thing is the recovery of consciousness, which is blocked by those two azure consciousness powers, and there is no way to rebuild it. Without combat awareness, you can't even drive a basic first-level mecha.

Over the next few days. Garon also tried to use the Devouring Force Field of the Living Secret Martial Arts to try to devour these two consciousnesses. The effect does have it, but the speed is very slow, and it takes an hour of concentrating on devouring it to swallow less than 1% of the azure consciousness.

The concentration and quality of these two consciousness powers were simply ridiculously high! Compared to his original fifth-level Coiling Eagle Claw Consciousness Force, it was many times higher. It is a miracle that the Devouring Talent of the Secret Martial Arts of Life can devour it.

But this kind of all-out devouring is very exhausting, and Garon can only do it for an hour a day at most.

Another few days passed. Teacher Fando's man has finally arrived.

The door to the ward slowly opened, and two tall men in military black coats walked in behind the doctor.

Both of them have thick eyebrows and big eyes. It seems that the physiognomy is somewhat similar.

The man in front glanced at Garon on the bed, and his brow suddenly furrowed slightly. In an instant, his gaze fell on Garon's arms. His face didn't seem to look very good, and he was a little dignified.

The male doctor quickly changed the medicine, checked the index parameters of the testing instrument below, there was no abnormality, and after a few words of advice, he left the ward, leaving only the two people who came in.

Xilin had already noticed the two people, and he also stood up at this time, looking at them suspiciously.

"I'm a biochemist in Ba Mengente. The first words spoken by the man in the lead made both Cillin and Garon start, and he stared at Garon on the hospital bed, took a few steps closer, and looked carefully at his arms. A delicate silver badge was displayed in his hand, which was the unique badge of the Biochemist.

"Your teacher, Fando, paid me a lot of money to see if there was any hope of restoring your consciousness. ”

Biochemist!

This rare profession will not have more than a hundred people even in the entire black disk domain. The price of everyone's shot is surprisingly high, and Teacher Fanduo actually invited such a top talent to come over for treatment, which undoubtedly gave Xilin and Garon a lot of hope.

"Relax, let me see. Ba Meng Ente frowned and gently grabbed one of Garon's arms, and a trace of soft consciousness slowly burrowed into the skin like silk threads, winding towards the azure consciousness in the arm.

Garon hurriedly adjusted his muscles and tried to relax his body as much as possible.

He felt that this silk-like consciousness was so soft and tenacious that if he didn't feel it carefully, he could barely feel its presence and movement.

"The situation is very troublesome, two inheritance-level consciousness forces remain in your arms, once you involve the consciousness training imprint of your arms, then these two consciousness forces will be activated, instantly destroying the trace of consciousness you have just cultivated. Ba Mengente's face was a little gloomy, and it was obvious that the situation was very tricky.

"How can I fix it?" asked Garon in a low voice.

"Two options, one is that I will give you a long-term consciousness operation, which will take at least a month. But I can't guarantee that there will be no sequelae. The second is to find a lineage-level pilot with the same root nature to cancel out or extract these two residual consciousness forces for you. Only then will you be able to rebuild the imprints of consciousness on your arms. Ba Meng Ente said lightly.

As he spoke, the threads of consciousness released from his hands continued to drill silently towards Garon's brain.

Garon frowned, and was about to speak, when suddenly, a powerful impact slammed his head, causing his brain to be clouded, and those large threads of subtle consciousness instantly slammed into the defense formed by the soul seed.

"What are you doing!??" Garon snorted.

"This is an inevitable procedural reaction, what are you nervous about, do you think that the residual consciousness of a successor-level pilot is so easy to get rid of?

Finding out that something was wrong, Ba Mengente actually didn't change his face, and said lightly with a hint of mockery.

"Either believe in my treatment plan!Don't chirp here, or I'll turn around and leave!" he said coldly.

"You!!"

Rumble!!

It was a large strand of consciousness power, and the silk thread rushed towards the brain defense area, like a sledgehammer, smashing the defense of the soul seed.

Garon was shocked, he was speechless by the shock, and at this moment, Ba Mengente's consciousness retracted abruptly, and he rushed directly towards the sky blue consciousness of his arms.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and Xilin, who had already stood up and was ready to make a move at any time, saw him ease up, and slowly sent down his tense body.

At this moment, Ba Mengente's consciousness suddenly rushed into the sky blue consciousness, and with a bang, the two consciousnesses merged into one, and they actually became more than twice as large as before, turning into a blue giant snake and rushing towards Garon's brain!!

At this moment, the corners of Ba Mengente's mouth, who had his back to Xilin, finally showed a cruel smile.

Wrong!!

Garon's heart was in a fatal crisis, and he kicked his body hard, and his feet kicked on the lower abdomen of Bamengente, trying to kick him away.

"Hold him down!!The remnants of consciousness are running out!This is the critical time!!Hurry!" Ba Mengente immediately turned anxious and shouted.

Suddenly, Sirin and the man on the side rushed up and quickly held down Garon. (To be continued......)