Fairy’s Box

The endless pain is like countless steel needles, constantly piercing Yale's soul, dozens of experiences that are close to the limit, making his will as dangerous as a hanging wire, and it may break at any time.

The black-haired knight maintained his crumbling sanity, suppressed his suicidal thoughts several times, and clenched his teeth to support him. It seemed like a century had passed for a long time, and the pain from the burning fire suddenly disappeared.

After a brief absence, Yale quickly regained consciousness.

"..."

He settled down, wanted to get up from the deep underground, exerted a little effort, and suddenly a violent and fiery powerful force rushed out from the limbs and bones, almost bursting his body.

Ding-ding-ding!

Sharp bone spurs protruded from the surface of the body, and the black scales snapped loudly, spreading upward like armor, along the ankles, calves, knees, thighs, lower abdomen, chest, and face.

At the same time, the muscles and bones began to grow and deform, making a sound like a cracking glacier, rising layer by layer like a poured dam, propping him up into a giant over nine feet tall.

呲——!

Yale raised his head abruptly, his whole body made a crunching sound, a huge coronal bone spur broke through his head, and a fine black electric current flowed from the void.

"..."

The black-haired knight raised his clawed hand and looked towards his chest. The black sloping shield-shaped exoskeleton was protecting his chest, and his shoulders, forearms, calves, and between the legs were all covered with similar exoskeletons. The other parts are occupied by scales, the texture is precise and strong, and the joints are grown with blade-like barbs.

"The original dragon body left a radiation mark on my body, and the strengthening elements contained in it also entered the cells. On the basis of the eight limits, the energy level finally broke through 10,000 degrees..."

Yale was talking to himself, his tone not showing any joy at all, instead he seemed to have touched some kind of taboo mechanism, and his sinister vertical pupils were full of vigilance.

It is unprecedented in the history of the entire empire that the body is cast into a **** before reincarnation, but this is actually not a good thing. The combination of the divine body and the divine personality is the state of the real body. There is no realm of human and divine suppression. If you stay in this state for a long time, you will lose yourself sooner or later.

"I couldn't suppress my will, but this hand came."

The black-haired knight shot a scarlet line of sight with his vertical pupils, the sharp canine teeth in his mouth rattled, and his entire body slowly shrank back to its original shape under his extreme pressure, and the figure turned into an afterimage and disappeared, leaving this area that was originally a dense forest. basin.

...

Yale returned to the Governor's Mansion, first went to the living room to change clothes, then walked to the waiting mirror, observed himself, made sure that he was the same as before, and then called everyone.

In front of them, the black-haired knight told them that he had accidentally touched the forbidden power, and his body was in a state of being out of control and needed time to adjust. After explaining everything clearly, he came to Glamorgan alone.

Yale's current energy level is too strong. Once he gets close, he will be banished to the wilderness by Glamorgan - this is what the black-haired knight needs now. If he goes crazy again and shoots at his partner, he will never be able to forgive himself.

...

Glamorgan, Wilds of Exile.

The golden sunset in the afternoon was tinged with red, dyeing all the rolling hills into a golden red, and the air was filled with the fragrance of the sprouting grass. At the top of a hill, thick straw mats were laid on the ground, and a tall figure walked to the straw mat, moved a few times, and then slowly sat inside.

"I am now in the realm of the unity of man and god, and with the infinite spiritual power provided by the materialization of the soul, as long as there are no huge emotional fluctuations, I will not collapse and die. I must wait patiently, as long as I get the blade of time, it will be successfully cast. A perfect body can completely eliminate hidden dangers."

Yale stared at the peaceful wilderness around him, breathing slowly, allowing his spirit to blend into the surrounding scenery and return to tranquility.

His breathing gradually became even, blending with the sound of the wind, and the shadow tilted in the direction of the sun, gradually elongated, and finally merged into the darkness of the night.

When it was close to eleven o'clock at night, the black-haired knight woke up suddenly, fine chain lightning flashed on his face, and hot magic flames rushed out from his limbs, instantly burning him into a burning man. .

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

In the violent roar, countless dark red flames boiled with negative energy, quickly covering all directions, and soon completely covering most of the hills, forming a concentrated high temperature field.

"what happened?"

"I have clearly subdued the will of the original demon dragon, how can I still suffer from this demonic fire?"

"Could it be that... this is the sequelae of my rejection of the body of the devil?"

Yale's face was constantly twisted in the firelight, and there seemed to be a voice whispering in his ear, with endless temptation, persuading him to give up resistance and completely transform his body into a primitive dragon body, so that he could obtain eternal peace and redemption.

"I didn't lose to the Lord of Fear in the past, and I won't lose to you today!"

The black-haired knight suddenly opened his arms, black flames oozing from his eyes, forcibly raised his steel vindictive energy, resisting and repelling the erosion of the magic fire. A steady stream of different-colored flames frantically centered on him, spreading from under him in all directions.

This tug of war lasted from eleven o'clock in the evening to one in the morning, and the magic fire suddenly disappeared out of thin air like it appeared without a trace.

The next night, it came again as promised.

...

a week later.

Yale sat on the blackened and crystallized hills, his eyes were closed, his expression was cold and hard, like a sculpture that had been standing for a long time. If someone familiar came to take a closer look, he would find that he was like a volcano with magma churning under the ice, and it might erupt at any time.

The void beside the black-haired knight distorted for a while, cracking into a slightly blackened crack cavity, and Kara's figure came in from the outside.

"Boss, are you okay, everyone is worried about you."

"I'm very good."

The black-haired knight opened his eyes, and after seeing his appearance, he resumed his expression of closed eyes and rested eyes:

"I have given instructions, there is no urgency, do not approach here."

"It's news from the Blade of Time."

Carla observed his expression and felt an indescribable aura of violence, like the most violent flames and brimstone, and said quickly:

"The news from Beverly, through investigation, he found that sixty years ago, someone found traces of the Blade of Time in Markmuck."

"Sixty years...why didn't he just find out one hundred and twenty years ago?" A trace of impatience appeared on Yale's face.

"I'm sorry... I just want to tell you how things are going." Carla lowered her head and said with a gloomy expression.

"No need to apologize, I'm too anxious."

The black-haired knight took a deep breath, opened his blood-red eyes, and forced himself to say calmly:

"Being able to find clues from 60 years ago, at least to determine the general scope, tell Beverley that he has done a good job, and I need him to further narrow the scope."

"As ordered."

Kara raised her head, turned to leave, and suddenly turned to look at him:

"Boss, you have to take care, we are all waiting for you to come back."

"Do not worry."

Yale watched him disappear into the wilderness, lowered his eyes, his eyes were filled with indescribable exhaustion and weakness:

"I won't lose...never..."