"Since you've survived, don't make a noise about it. ”

"How many missions has the organization given recently?"

Buck scratched his head.

"The organization wants to know about the power that flashed yesterday in the Governor's Palace, since you work in the police department, you can go and investigate, and let me know if you find anything. ”

"What's the mission this time?"

Charles asked.

A large hand instantly slapped on the back of the head.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't, but I've heard that this time a mysterious source has been discovered, evil tendencies. ”

"But those old people in the association don't care anymore, their lifespan is only 200 years if they don't exceed the fifth level, and only by breaking through to the fifth level can they live longer. ”

"Truly in the face of death, it doesn't matter whether it's evil or good. ”

"In order to continue to extract the life force of others, these dirty jobs are all ...... I deal with. ”

Charles was full of black lines, and Buck was shaking everything out, and the evidence was enough to shoot him several times.

"But don't think about it, we won't be able to touch that level in our lifetime. ”

Charles muttered to himself, "Don't you curse me?"

flattered on the surface, "Yes, yes, the eldest brother is right." ”

"If someone with a six-pointed star pattern comes to you, run quickly, there are not many who can survive, don't organize and trouble us. ”

...... Greetings to your eight generations of ancestors.

Buck's keys and advancements were all given by the organization, and he dedicated the rest of his life to this.

......

The chattering Buck took out his pocket watch and carefully shook it in front of Charles's eyes.

The pocket watch in front of him seemed to turn into a huge whirlpool and nebula, and the endless darkness and dizziness once again shrouded the charr, and the sight and hearing seemed to be covered with layers of gray fog.

A sharp pain in his stomach woke Charles again, and he found him lying in a dilapidated room, the red paint on the wooden table and chairs peeling.

The corners of the ceiling are covered in dust and cobwebs.

The dim sunlight and the half-opened curtains harmonize the light and shadow to outline the bleak twilight.

"Damn Buck, don't heal me well. ”

The excessive blood loss had made Charles extremely pale.

Blood was pouring from his abdomen, and the flesh on his face that had been cut by the knife was still turned out, and the sharp pain dissolved Charles's mind.

The blood and dirt coagulated, and the purple-black blood stained the whole body, showing an extremely strange appearance.

Charles worked hard to expelle the strange power of his body, and the flesh and flesh churned and gradually crept up all over the wound.

Incorporate the bloodstained police badge into the vertebral pattern.

Struggling to prop up his body, Charles gasped for a long time, countless times his spirit shattered and fused again.

The harmony between him and the Black Cone grew, and as he revived, he was transformed by the abundant spiritual essence.

His spirit spread in all directions from the center point, some of them were tiny threads, some of them were thick and steady, and Charles was silent.

Charles felt that he had fully mastered the secret key of the Rank of Profession, and he had a glimpse of the power of the Rank of Legendary.

It is to create one's own realm, to weave the spiritual or spiritual realm at the beginning.

He observed that his body overlapped with the colorful material world, and his spirit drifted in this dark place.

Gradually, the surrounding colors are infected, and the space is branded with its own.

As if cutting through an invisible barrier, layers of chains overlapped his spirit body, condensing it into black rune chains (Note 1), and his thoughts became more and more pure and majestic.

From the perspective of the spirit, the world seems to overlap with the chains frame by frame, and the mind continues to expand along the surrounding grid.

The tentacles of thought pushed out in all directions like ripples, opening a fine spiritual grid, and black flames burned on the spirit chains.

(The Spirit Lock is a sign that the peak of the profession is ready to advance to the Legend, of course, it can also be used in the later realm).

The tentacles gradually unseal the strangeness of the cone, which can be transformed into an illusory mottled spired helmet, or it can use the camouflage of the cone to transform into a miniature spirit body of the same height as the cone.

A sudden sense of loss is heard, and Charles adjusts to his strength and decides to continue tracking down the whereabouts of the colonial munitions.

He first went to Berke, the top administrator of the small docklands, who was subordinate to the former mayor and retired as the general agent of the docks.

Psionic stealth is extremely uncertain for the transcendent. It is better to perceive with his beings than to be indeterminate and invisible.

Walk past countless low-rise buildings. Before arriving at the three-story villa, he thought that the person who could manage the dock area must not be an ordinary person, at least an extraordinary person, so he found a higher roof nearby and lay down.

Burke's villa has a powerful death force, and the will spreads along the lines of perception.

The spirit fell into the dark and cold basement, and happened to face a bloodstained human face, or rather, it was just a large version of the puppet.

Just covering it with a layer of human skin, endless swarth could be seen in the open lips, a pair of blood-colored pupils stared at Charles tightly, and ruthless malice ran through the space.

The spirits continued to climb up the purple pattern, expanding into huge black crows, and feathers inscribed with endless runes shrouded the dark basement.

Death covers everything, life is silent here, the spirit body breaks the boundary between the spirit world and reality, and the charr has descended.

The puppet faded her blood-colored eyes and leaned down slightly, and Charles nodded in satisfaction.

The will continued to spread upwards along the sight of death, a crimson carpet spread across the ground, and blood-red lamps glowed with a strange light.

On a carved wooden table, a young man is flipping through a letter, and a well-dressed middle-aged man is standing beside him.

Judging by his cautious attitude, it is not clear that he is the master of the small docks, Burke.

Note 1: The Spirit Lock is a product of the Tier 4 Class Peak's new contact with the Legendary Realm.