Book of Gods and Demons

　　 Joe stayed in the training room all night, resisting the terrible stench of the room and belly, and insisted on practicing breathing.

　　 During this period, he took three potions of strength.

　　He can feel his own power sea expanding slightly, and he is constantly absorbing the blood energy that the power potion transforms into.

　　Perhaps, it's because of "Blush"

　　 Regardless of kinetic energy, static energy, or rhythm of breathing, in just one night, his breathing method has been in the room.

　　 Joe is now unable to observe his own power sea.

In a place he couldn't see, his power sea was filled with crimson blood inflammation. After the blood gas transformed by the basic power potion poured into the power sea, the blood gas with a large amount of drug impurities was quickly burned and purified by blood inflammation, and all impurities were directly Annihilated, completely vanished.

　　 Only the purest blood energy, with the strange breathing rhythm, bombarded the newly created sea of ​​power little by little, and merged into the sea of ​​power little by little.

　　 The powerful blood rushed through his body, and the gray sweat on Joe's body was flowing down in a row, and the air in the training room became abnormally turbid.

　　 Joe was immersed in a strange state.

　　 Laplacian murmured faintly: "Crimson, it's amazing... the absolute pure sea of ​​power? Ultimate perfection?"

　　 After the three power potions were exhausted, Joe felt a tingling pain in his heart. According to the warning in the "Imperial Army Basic Breathing Method", this has reached the limit of the body, and the newly opened sea of ​​power can no longer withstand more exercises.

　　 You must rest, let the sea of ​​strength adapt to its current state, and absorb the blood temperature to restore it before starting the second practice.

　　 Joe slowly stopped his strange breathing, slowed down, and walked to the stone table.

　　 The sea of ​​newly born power was empty, and all his blood was exhausted, and Joe felt the emptiness in his body.

　　 Grabbing a potion of strength, Joe pinched his nose and drank the potion.

　　 The medicine entered the abdomen, turned into blood, and was absorbed by the sea of ​​strength. After being purified by Xueyan, it turned into a cloud of mist and suspended quietly in the sea of ​​power.

　　 There is no urging of breathing method, these blood qi is very stable and accumulated in the sea of ​​strength.

　　 Laplacian suddenly said: "The gift is ready, is it a surprise? Ah, what a shocking talent, your cultivation talent is simply inhuman. But think about it, you are scarlet, then everything is taken for granted."

Joe burped with a fishy and unpleasant burp, and the crimson light in the depths of his eyes flickered: "My talent is good? Thank you for your praise, but it has nothing to do with crimson. If my talent is good, it is of course my father and mother's credit ."

　　 Joe burped again.

　　 Laplacian coughed: "Then, give up this problem. You have a little trouble, and my gift will help you solve this trouble... But I want to know your understanding of cultivation."

　　 Understanding of cultivation?

　　About the sea of ​​power?

　　 Joe remembered the roaring ‘Tor’ giant gun last night, and remembered the scene of his visit to the workshop of the Tulum Port Artillery Bureau when he was young.

　　 Hot red copper water was poured into the mold, red sparks splattered randomly, and the newly-cast cannon was red all over, exuding a suffocating sense of power and artistic atmosphere.

"Sea of ​​strength, it's a cannon." Joe wiped his sweat and walked to the door of the training room: "The process of training is to make the caliber of this cannon thicker and longer, and the barrel longer and longer. From a field gun to a Thor cannon."

　　 "After being cast into a cannon, our remaining blood is the propellant. Our body is the cannonball."

　　 "Caliber is truth, and range is justice."

　　 "It's thicker, longer, and harder. This is the true meaning of training and fighting!"

　　 Laplacian coughed violently. This description is very good and fits Joe's style very well. He muttered in a low voice: "Shallow, the wisdom of the ignorant."

　　 Joe opened the heavy stone door of the training room, before he heard Laplace’s words: "What are you talking about, what is the gift for me? What's the trouble with my practice?"

　　Plachy...

Then, in the next moment, Joe saw a square transparent light curtain with several lines of squiggles written on it. The handwriting was fascinating crimson, just like the crimson of the three-circle six-pointed star magic circle in Wutie’s eyes. .

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　　Existence: Joe·Rong·Witu

　　Magic: Crimson

　　 Favored: the wise and omniscient Laplahi, the hypocritical Lord of Silver Gui, Mutesthe, the sinister King of Hydra, Helinger, the daughter of greedy trade Hermeto, the master of the forbidden sword

　　Ignore: Mu, the lord of the double-sided golden oak

　　Evil thoughts: the chaotic Corrupt Spirit Laga, the chaotic killing obsession Tuxi, the timid Highland Wolf King Wall

　　 Energy level: Sea of ​​power (normal state: 0.015%) (perfect state: 0.0012%)

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　　 Qiao quietly looked at the light curtain that suddenly emerged.

　　 These names inexplicably brought great pressure to Joe.

Laplace'squeaky', with a shrill smile: "My little gift, take a look, it's clear at a glance. The benefactor, who is kind to you, pay the price, you can get their help. Ignore He will not care about you. Malicious people, when given the opportunity, they will try their best to kill you."

　　 Joe drooped his face, looking at the name behind the "Ignore" column.

　　 "If I remember correctly, Hesse will donate many, many shiny golden marks to this St. Hild's Cathedral every year."

Laplace laughed more quickly: "However, he ignores you. The world is so cruel. You, your family, have paid for their faith and paid a high amount of worship, but those who are superior are still qualified to ignore you. "

　　 "So, he is a complete bastard. In comparison, his sister is much better than him."

　　 Laplachi stretched her voice, and smiled shrillly: "Life is long, dear Joe, you will suffer more blows in the future. You will find what a **** world this is!"

　　 Joe licked his lips and walked out of the training room.

　　 In his heart, he is full of resentment towards the supreme and only existence.

　　 Thinking of the golden golden marks that Hessen worships St. Hild’s Cathedral every year, Joe feels heartbroken.

　　 In just a few breaths, Joe went from being a shallow believer with a great existence to an unbeliever.

　　 Even, he was angry with that great being.

"So, one of my patrons, the wise and omniscient Laplace, how can I get help from you?" Joe remembered Laplace's words, his soul was hit hard, he wanted to find someone A little bit of comfort.

　　 "Pay the price!"

　　 "What's the price?"

"Oh, it's common in your human society, with a trace of obsession, faith, good thoughts, and evil thoughts attached to you. It can call the wind and rain, and is almost omnipotent. It can turn chastity-martyr-women into slut-women-*** A little bit of insignificant'general equivalents' that can turn heroes into villains and rogues, can benefit the world, and can also mess up the world."

　　 "Are you good at speaking?"

　　 "Money!" Laplace spit out a word cleanly: "Knowledge is priceless, but as an omniscient person, in my place, knowledge can be measured by money!"

"All knowledge, including how to speed up your cultivation and how to achieve perfect cultivation results." Laplace smiled softly: "You have seen it, according to my calculations, based on what you learned last night. Achievements of cultivation, you want to complete the cultivation of the sea of ​​strength normally, it will take nearly 20 years?"

　　 "And you want to complete the cultivation of the power sea of ​​perfection, oh, that's really a long process."

　　 "The reason why your cultivation progress is so slow is because of your talent."

　　 "According to what you just described, your sea of ​​power is a cannon in the process of casting, and your talent is the mold of the cannon. Your talent is too good, and the mold is too huge."

"Three power potions, three power potions, each power potion is equivalent to ordinary people's blood energy obtained by eating and drinking for more than ten days. It is enough for ordinary people to increase the forging progress of the sea of ​​power to 1%, 2%, and 3. % Is even higher, and you...oh, what a happy tragedy!"

　　 "Crimson makes you super talented, and super talent makes you almost unable to grow."

　　 "Do you want to speed up your cultivation? Do you want to grow quickly? Money is priceless, knowledge is priceless, dear Crimson, knowledge is priceless!"

　　 "Let me think about it, let me think about it!" Joe bit his lower lip, left the training room, and returned to the ground.

　　 Laplacian's words were like a blow to the head, making Joe a little dizzy.

　　Because the talent is so good, so the mold for self-made cannon is too huge?

　　 Joe fully understands this problem-cost, resources, efficiency...

　　 He pondered this question painfully, his eyes straightened, and he walked toward the main building of the Ritto House instinctively. Familiarly walking into the family restaurant on the first floor, Joe sat down in his usual dining seat.

　　 Practice overnight, Joe came to the restaurant too early.

　　 At breakfast, the small dining room was small and dedicated to the daily use of Joe's family. Only Hessian sat at the long table, reading the newspaper while eating smoked sausage.

Seeing Joe, Hessen coughed: "Joe, I think it’s a crime to spend time at home. UU reading www.uukanshu.com is a crime. I was wrong. I shouldn’t give you half a month’s sick leave. , This is an escape, I almost made you a deserter!"

　　 Put down the smoked sausage in his hand, wiped his greasy fingers with a napkin, Hessian said solemnly: "Therefore, there is a special investigation team. Your director named you to participate. I agree."

　　 "For the peace of Tulum Harbor, for the dead citizens, for your sacrificed colleagues."

　　 "Joe, work hard. Dig all those **** guys out!"

　　 Hesen slapped the dining table with awe-inspiring violence.

　　 Joe took a deep breath, suppressing the inexplicable anger in his heart with difficulty. Very good, Hessian's decision, he likes it very much.

　　 Tifa, with a disheveled hair, wore pajamas and drifted into the restaurant like a sleepwalker.

Liya grabbed the comb, hairpin and headband, like Tifa’s shadow, followed Tifa step by step and walked in. As she walked, she quickly tamed Tifa’s long hair that was raised like a hundred reeds on her head. , Weave her a big shiny braid.

　　 Tifa expressionlessly grabbed the milk jug in front of him, raised his face, opened his mouth, and made a ‘gu-dong’, and a liter of milk disappeared.

　　 put down the milk jug, grabbed ten peeled eggs, and swallowed them in their mouths.

The wind swept away the clouds, and the expressionless Tifa continued to kill a pound of smoked rabbit meat, two pounds of bacon, and five pounds of white bread at an astonishing speed. He patted his belly with satisfaction, and then shivered suddenly. Wake up.

　　 "Ah~~~"!

　　 With earth-shattering screams, Tifa grabbed the sterling silver dinner plate in front of him and patted the face of Joe, who was sitting opposite her with an innocent look.

　　 "Joe!!! Did you fall into the toilet?" Tifa villain first filed a complaint and roared angrily.