Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 565 The Prophecy of the Natural School
A dimly lit training room.

"Damn, I finally endured it."

Ren, who was rolling on the ground, stopped convulsing. After taking a few deep breaths, he got up quickly.

At this time, his whole body was covered with a layer of dirt, his whole body was black, even his face was black, as if he had been painted with a layer of black paint, and he had no pressure to pretend to be a non-chief.

"Whitewashing failed, Brexit succeeded."

Laughing at himself, Ren moved his arms slightly, subconsciously rubbed his palms on his body, and immediately wiped away a piece of black dirt, revealing his fair and tender skin!

It seems to have become more delicate and tender, but this is just an illusion.

Ren felt that the amazing power in his body was much stronger than before, and it was even more terrifying than the humanoid Tyrannosaurus rex.

Even if you don't mobilize the spiritual energy in your body, you can tear down buildings with your bare hands and kick elephants like balls with your physical strength alone.

"Come and try."

Bang bang... bang!

Ren strode aside and punched the puppet made of white iron by the wall with one punch after another. Fist marks were dented on the indestructible steel puppet.

He punched hundreds of punches as if venting, which made the training room tremble.

With that hearty feeling, the blood in his body made a sound like a river flowing, and the beating of the heart was as powerful as a drum. He didn't stop until the iron puppet began to twist and deform.

Run the Demon Slaying Art again.

Immediately, the 140 six orifices in the body shone like stars in the night sky, forming a complicated and mysterious complex vein.

The acupoints are vibrating, attracting the psionic energy in the void like a vortex, crushing impurities, and the purified psionic energy overflows into the body like a star, and begins to flow along the meridian route, allowing Ren His muscles, bones, and flesh are crystal clear like a jade Buddha...

The Demon Slaying Art became more and more mysterious in the later stage.

Ren majored in Demon Slaying Art, and minored in the [Demon Hunter] professional guidance method, and embarked on a path similar to William the Conqueror but different.

Two hours later, in the bathroom on the second floor of the villa.

"Wow~"

Hot water washed over Ren's strong and fit body, washing away all the dirty dirt.

All the dirty water in the bathtub poured out, and then Ren plugged the plug, and lay in the bathtub and let the hot water spray on his body, but he felt very happy.

After the double baptism and strengthening of Vermilion Feather Serpent Fruit and Red Dragon Blood, he has stabilized his strength at the fourth level.

Some time ago, due to the soaring strength, the faintly uncontrollable power became more controllable with the improvement of physical fitness.

"That woman, Candice, needs more contact."

Ryan, who has gained a lot of benefits by eating marrow and knowing the taste, began to miss that foreign woman.

The effect of Vermillion Feathered Serpent Fruit will be weakened when used repeatedly, but it is still a rare treasure, and he can use it once.

Even if he doesn't need it, King Dumao and Higg may need it too.

Of course, the alien woman obviously came to Melova City with some purpose, and the Westmarks are not a weak alien race, so it may not be that simple to continue bedding wool.

However, Ryan is not afraid of trouble.

As long as the income is high enough, there is nothing he dare not do.

After a long time, Ren climbed out of the bathtub, wiped his body with a towel, and returned to the bedroom wrapped in a bathrobe.

Ren wanted to sleep, but after strengthening his body, he was full of energy and full of energy. He wished he could hold the Valkyrie under his body and fight for [-] rounds.

The woman's body fragrance still lingered on the pillow, but the beauty had already left.

Ren, who tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, sat by the bed, opened the bedside table, and took out a stack of black and white photos from it.

On the top of the mountain, she leaned on his shoulder to enjoy the sunset and dusk; next to the waterfall and flowing spring, the two embraced and kissed each other; in the city that was just lit up, they walked together hand in hand amidst the crowds at night... One after another, the photos recorded each other's love. smiley.

He once traveled with her to many cities and towns in Faroland with the traditional love ceremony between men and women of the Norcman Empire.

From the south to the central region, from the plains to Melova, on the train, on the road...accompanied carefree.

Ren reached out and stroked the last photo.

She was wearing a white wedding dress, her amorousness made the bright moon in the sky eclipse, her flawless pretty face was covered with an intoxicating smile, and she was held in his arms...

miss her.

Ren carefully experienced the feelings at this moment, the emotions he had never had before... and fell asleep without knowing it.

Three days later, that is, on December 12th, the Sun King Festival, you should be able to see the Valkyrie again in the name of the Feuerbach family of the Norckman Empire.

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Clover Hotel.

"Captain, are you okay?"

In a certain room, Michelle frowned and stared at Gonzalez, who was a little fluttering, and asked aloud.

Gonzalez wiped off a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, looked up at the moon outside the window, and shook his head slightly:

"I'm fine, it's just a small injury, but the power of the demon-killing formula left by the conqueror is somewhat beyond my expectation. If the cultivation is not too difficult, Farolan's overall strength may be much stronger than today."

Every generation, there are very few people in the entire Kingdom of Farolan who can practice the "Devil Killing Art" to great success.

The threshold and difficulty are too high.

Carl, the butcher of purgatory, is 138 years old this year. He is one of the few successful practitioners of that generation. In this generation, only Princess Sophie has achieved great success, and the rest are not successful.

"There are indications that the Demon Slaying Art is William the Conqueror's exploration of the third cultivation system, which also received the help of natural school scholars, is that true?"

There was little expression on Michelle's straight face, but there was a hint of curiosity in her voice.

Gonzalez smiled slightly, as if recalling something:
"The path of the totem taps the power of the bloodline, majoring in the physical body. There are various career paths and evolutionary routes; while the magic-killing formula is to skip the meridians and flesh and open up the body's acupoints... Unfortunately, it succeeded and failed."

Success means that the road is feasible, as evidenced by William the Conqueror, the most powerful man, and failure means that it cannot be popularized.

Except for William Henry Clement, in the past 800 years, only a few people with great determination and courage have succeeded in cultivation, and the rest either failed to achieve success or exploded to death.

Even so, Gonzales was still amazed when he recalled the scene where he and Karl triggered the tide of psionic energy in the void with every move.

"There are rumors that this training method is not original to the Conqueror, and it is incompatible with the path of the totem and the path of the professional."

There was an inexplicable color in Michelle's eyes.

Gonzalez was silent for a while before saying:

"800 years ago, Pope Francis left a record. It originally came from a broken secret realm. It was obtained by conquerors and improved with the help of scholars... The name of the Demon Slaying Art gives people a strange feeling."

As the head of the Knights Templar, he knows more secrets than Michel.

Originally, in this world, there has never been a name similar to what tactic, and "Devil Killing tactic" seems to be a weird name chosen to cover up something.

The two discussed a few more words.

Seeing that the leader was fine, Michelle went back to her own room next door.

The light of the stars and the moon flowed in from the window sill, and Gonzales sat on the sofa, staring at the scene of the night sky with deep eyes.

"Come out."

His steady voice echoed in the room, the embroidered purple curtains suddenly became windless and automatic, a strange scarlet whirlwind swirled by the window, and the chandelier began to shake.

The lights in the house flickered and then went out.

On the wall on the side of the window sill, shadowy black silk threads outlined a graceful figure.

"Josefina, have you found the Son of the Stars?" Gonzalez said indifferently, with his hands on his knees.

"Hehe, don't talk to me like this in such a tone, I'm not your subordinate." A sweet and charming voice sounded, and a pair of beautiful blue eyes emerged in the dark night.

A head of the Knights Templar and a witch from the underground world, the two apparently hostile people did not fight.

Gonzalez looked coldly at the seemingly real and unreal shadows on the wall:

"The Pope doesn't have time to talk to you, but it doesn't mean that the church can't spare some time to find trouble with the 'Twilight Witches'. I don't believe that other witches can hide like you."

Josephine, one of the leaders of the Dusk Coven, an underground witch organization that has existed for nearly 1500 years.

"Hmph, what a stinky man with no manners! No wonder Helen liked to bully women when she didn't like you back then."

The witch's voice gradually turned cold, and she was very unhappy about being threatened.

She wasn't afraid of Gonzales, so what if she couldn't beat him, what she came out to do was just a special alchemy biological puppet.

It would be distressing at best if it was destroyed, and it would not hurt her body.

The name Helen caused slight ripples in Gonzalez's heart, but he still asked calmly:
"Josephina, is the Child of the Stars the Child of Destiny?"

He didn't ask who the child of the stars was, so she probably wouldn't tell.

"Child of destiny?"

"Hehe, with the poor power of luck on that young man, let alone being favored by the power of the world, it's not bad for him to drink cold water without clogging his teeth, and walk without being struck by lightning."

The witch's extremely mocking words were full of schadenfreude.

It's not that she looks down on that young man, he has nothing to do with Destiny's Child.

Gonzalez frowned slightly, remembering what the Pope said.

'The theory of luck is illusory and unbelievable, but it is not unfounded, especially since the world has been filled with spiritual energy for thousands of years. Everything has animism, and the world naturally... In a certain era, there are always some people... '

"Crimson moon, son of the stars, the saints gather, and the catastrophe will never stop!"

Gonzalez recited the prophecy passed down from the School of Nature, and looked at the witch with sharp eyes like blades:

"Is the prediction given by the scholars wrong?"

"Haha, hahahaha..."

Seemingly hearing something funny, the witch Josephine laughed wildly, but the strange thing was that Michelle next door didn't notice the movement here.

"Do you dare to believe what the people of the natural school say?" The witch's body twitched, and she almost threw herself back and forth with a smile.

She wasn't sure before, but after seeing that young man...

"Gonzalez, I can tell you responsibly, those few words are bullshit! The scarlet moon may be arranged by scholars, as for the children of the stars, haha..."

Regardless of Gonzalez's somewhat ugly face on the sofa, the witch covered her stomach with one hand and smiled recklessly.

"The Son of the Stars is at most a variable, used to confuse the public, no, it is used to dig a hole, someone should want to force the deduction, I don't know if he died, haha!"

The trajectory of that young man's fate is difficult to determine.

She has a medium, and divination for him face to face is exhausting, and even suffered a bit of backlash. If someone is overconfident and wants to use astrology or celestial skills to force deduction... Ha ha, ha ha.

Digging?

Gonzalez's expression suddenly became very strange.

(End of this chapter)