Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 904

"Only in the midst of chaos can the clarity be more prominent."

Hei Yue carefully and preciously collected the secret books, it seems that in the process, he made a very big and cruel decision.

Since there are many internal contradictions in the Black Shock Group, it can be said that it exists in name only, so let him let go, stop insisting, and forcefully repair this big ship full of loopholes.

He will watch this legendary organization with a spectator, indifferent attitude of non-intervention, and let it develop or decline.

If someone can wake up to the original intention of the establishment of the Black Zhentuan and understand the true meaning of martial arts, he will treat "Black Zhenliu" as a kind of inheritance and hand it over to the other party.

If the worst result comes and the organization completely rots and then disbands, he is also willing to believe that in the boundless journey of martial arts, there will definitely be passionate people in the future to safeguard the purity of martial arts.

The most important thing about "Black Shock Group" is this pure spirit.

This Black Shock Group is disbanded, and there will be another "Black Shock Group" to clean up the scum of martial arts.

No matter how bad it is, it is okay to take in a disciple and teach it slowly.

Heiyue seemed relieved, but there was still a bit of sadness on his face. After all, it was the blood of his youth, a dream of pursuing martial arts.

"Thank you for your teaching."

He bowed to Sale, but the latter didn't seem to appreciate it, and took out the cigarette rod from his pocket, and quietly lit the lingering smoke.

The wooden floors in the dojo are all broken, and it's a bit of a hassle to fix.

Although she also charged some apprenticeship fees when teaching disciples, she still paid more attention to character and talent. If it wasn't for the empire's consideration of her face and the special allocation all the time, she would not be able to support so many disciple fighters.

Hei Yue rubbed his nose in embarrassment, put oil on the soles of his feet and left, running fast.

He didn't have much money on him, and he was really afraid that Sarah would pull his arm to make compensation, and if he couldn't afford it, he would work part-time, mopping the floor and washing dishes.

Watching his figure disappear in a mountain road, Saleh blew out an irregular smoke ring, and said leisurely: "That guy really didn't want to pay me compensation."

They sat down and chatted casually for a while, probably because Hei Yue had infected him with calm emotions, and Saleh also talked a little more, with a gentle expression.

It wasn't that she was stubborn not to teach male disciples at the beginning, but after a period of time after recruiting disciples, she found that the various characteristics of men were really not suitable for her cultivation method.

Her genre requires meticulousness, patience, and mastering any tiny skills, like water drops through stone, while male fighters are more immersed in the bang, enthusiasm, and arrogance of fighting, and they want to be able to quickly gain powerful strength.

It can be seen from male qigong masters who can quickly gain the power of mind energy, but will shorten their life span by one-third.

The same is true of the ethos of the heavens. The delicate beauty of women is even more valued.
"They should have a fierce style that is more suitable for them, instead of learning my skills. Those who are good at using long spears should learn swordsmanship. This is not worth the candle."

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Yelin watched the sunset from the top of the mountain, slowly sinking into the distant horizon. When the night came, the ashram on the mountain was lit with flickering candles.

Outside the dojo, there is a special aroma of boiled medicinal herbs. Those fighters who sweat profusely during the day will enjoy the comfort and leisure brought by a medicinal bath.

Of course, half an hour of meditation after meals and before going to bed is still unavoidable.

Along the way of martial arts, self-cultivation also cultivates the mind.

There are hundreds of people in the entire dojo, like a girls' school that does not accept men.

Unintentionally, Yelin became the only man who could spend the night in the dojo, but Saleh was very strict with him and had nothing to take advantage of.

In the middle of the night, he stood on the rocks outside the ashram and stretched out, facing the slightly cold and damp mountain wind, he looked up at the sky full of stars.

But in the next moment, he disappeared in place.

In the darkness, there were still sporadic sparks in the cigarette stick in Saleh's hand. Seeing him disappearing out of thin air, he raised his brows and said, "Young and talented, but rarely restless, with bright eyes like torches, you already have the bearing of a master." .”

"Grandmaster? Yeah, master is fine." Isabella quickly shook her head and said, "He has three apprentices in name, but the sword skills are all taught by Hiate, so he doesn't look like a master." .”

As soon as this was mentioned, the third princess was stunned for a moment, blinking her eyes with a strange expression, her master only accepts female disciples because females are more delicate.

He seems to only accept female disciples, and all of them are righteous and have great minds.

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Veteran, Imperial Institute.

Based on the unique coordinates left on "Ludmila", Yelin was able to cross the space from a long distance and achieve the effect of invisibility.

This is a tightly guarded cell, a sealed prison specially made for Ludmila.

A dim chandelier hung in the room, and a layer of soft bedding was spread on the floor. The cell was completely sealed, and a special alloy compartment was hidden under the wall plaster.

There is also a faint special smell in the air, which seems to have a hypnotic and tranquilizing effect, causing "Ludmila" to curl up with her knees and hug her legs in a corner, falling into a deep sleep in a vigilant posture.

There were unhealed wounds on the back of her hands, forehead, and elbows. They were not caused by the interrogation and beating, but because of her irritability and panic caused by her amnesia, and she hit herself.

A flash of guilt flashed in Ye Lin's eyes, and he gently placed his palm on top of the opponent's head, and when she just woke up from a daze, she withdrew the materialization magic that she had bestowed.

"Ludmila" then disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a few drops of bright red blood in place, as if she was accidentally injured when she was struggling violently.

A substitute is a substitute after all, and Herder probably doesn't care about the unspeakable sense of falsehood.

Originally, he planned to leave a false "earthquake" here, and then left. With the cover of Sare Maya, Leon would never think of him.

But this special building buried underground gave him a sudden thrill of exploring the unknown in the dark.

The ghost bead, the transfer device, the chip of the mechanical cow... are all produced in this magical imperial research institute, which is also one of the greatest confidence for the expansion of the empire's ambitions.

Because the research institute is buried deep underground, there are bright lights inside it all day long, making it difficult to tell the time, and these lights are not magical creations, but real electric lights.

There will be strict patrols inside 24 hours a day, and he suspects that there may be technological products similar to surveillance.

When Alice helped Leon ascend the throne, she couldn't remember how much science and technology she brought along the way.

Now Delos's hidden scientific and technological strength should still be far behind that of Ghent, but it is definitely more than one grade higher than the backward lawless zone.

He used the Soul of the Vortexer to go around in invisibility, gaining nothing of value.

Until he let go of his mental power, it was like quicksilver pouring into the ground, looking for a vaguely mysterious aura, he walked into a place that looked like a storage room.

The light is also dim, and he can barely see things, which should be done on purpose.

As soon as he entered, there was a gloomy and cold breath, which made people feel creepy, as if someone was breathing lightly on the back of the neck, and his back was numb.

Yelin's footsteps stopped suddenly, shocked in his heart, and he stared closely at the large glass jar on the shelf not far in front of him, which was filled with a mysterious light brown liquid, and a scarlet twisted arm.

It doesn't look like a human, it's more like a beast's arm, twisted and clawed, thick and swollen, but he can be sure that it's a ghost hand!
In the Imperial Research Institute, there are ghost hands that have been cut off for research.

And not only that, he also saw a piece of horribly stripped skin tissue that was about twice the size of a slap. He happened to recognize the tattoo pattern on it.

The mysterious eyeball, which is bigger than a fist, rises and falls in the liquid, as if alive.

A section of pure white and flawless ribs exudes a kind of vast dragon prestige.

He even saw the creations of the demon world inside, those "red faces" who failed to transplant the eyes of darkness and twisted from humans into monsters!
Sure enough, Leon was frantically looking for everything that could become stronger and supplement the strength of the empire.

Yelin's breathing was about to condense into frost, and he was extremely shocked and angry. Billmark only used a lot of human experiment products just to transfer the experiment.

Then this Imperial Research Institute, it is conceivable that it has been infected with many innocent souls and blood.

He could clearly feel that in the deeper layer under his feet, a hundred meters underground, there were some terrifying experimental subjects that kept howling.

"Thousands of wronged souls should naturally be sacrificed in blood."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Lin disappeared and left the institute in a flash, but there was a mysterious black line of about one meter where he was standing.

This black line was silent for a moment, and then began to expand rapidly, reaching a kilometer in just a few breaths. What permeated the entire research institute was the darkest and coldest breath of the underworld.

Once he helped the priest Jiger fulfill the "dove" promise to the flame ghost Jon, so Jiger owes him a favor, a favor that can be summoned at any time.

Dressed in blue hell ore, the stalwart figure with hellfire bursting out of the seam slowly appeared from the hell crack.

Exhausting everything with the power of ghosts and gods, people will only think that the research institute has accumulated too many wronged souls, so angry ghosts and gods have been produced.

"Ludmila" will naturally be considered to disappear together in the wrath of ghosts and gods.

As for him, he will set off to return to Hutton Mar under the cover of Sarah himself.

(End of this chapter)