Since being released from prison and "drawing" soul fragments from the devil's body, Boluogo has never been sick again. He even said that due to the filling of soul fragments, he mastered the etheric power of "Ether Amplification" in advance.
Skills.
But with the success of the implantation ceremony, all the soul fragments were consumed to maintain the implantation of the alchemical matrix, so that his barren soul could gain this extraordinary authority.
This also caused the hole that had been filled to be exposed again, directly triggering the outbreak of mania.
Fortunately, the debtor is not a demon. Bologg still has a little bit of his own soul. He just has an endless hunger for the soul. In addition, Bologg is very good at enduring, especially pain, so Bologg has already learned a set of skills.
Ways to deal with mania.
Lock yourself up and as long as you endure this period of hunger, everything will be fine.
Hunger and pain once again tortured Bologo's tired mind. When he gradually recovered from consciousness and coma, Bologo looked quite haggard.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the gray ceiling again, and everything felt like time starting over again.
But this time Boluogo did not get up, but pretended to be asleep on the hospital bed. Now that he was a condenser, he could clearly feel the surge of ether, and he needed to think about what was going to happen next.
"Drain" is a very useful ability. At present, it can absorb soul fragments, fill holes, and suppress mania. More importantly, in the subsequent promotion, Bologo seems to be able to consume soul fragments.
In the form of crumbs, the alchemical matrix grows.
He didn't know the specific method of promotion, but it seemed that Bologo could easily accomplish all this as long as he killed enough demons and accumulated enough soul fragments.
If this is really the case... everything seems to be clear.
Then Boluogo sat up slowly and looked up, seeing the same people standing around him.
"How long have I been unconscious this time?" Bologo asked.
"In about an hour," Badr said, "we asked the doctor to give you some sedatives to stabilize you."
"Is that so? Why do I feel like my head hurts so much?"
Boluogo raised his hands and covered his head, and the pain in his mind became more intense.
"Ah...this..."
Bailey's eyes wandered, looking embarrassed.
"What's going on?" Bologg stared at her closely.
"Ah...because your agitation was a bit severe, I asked the doctor to slightly increase the dose." Bailie rubbed her hands and said in a hesitant voice.
"so what?"
"Drug overdose death..."
"..."
Boluogo felt that this was not a medical error, but that this woman wanted to experiment on herself, and she would not let him go even at this time.
He even wondered if he would be slapped on the way to get off work one day. When he woke up, he would be on an operating table, surrounded by this woman's ghostly laughter.
Boluogo ignored this guy for the time being and turned to look at Badr.
"Can I leave?"
"Not yet, you still have the most important thing to do." Badr said.
"What?"
"Don't you realize it yet? You need to shape your secret power."
These words woke up Boluogo.
Secret energy.
The secret power of the Overlord.
Looking at the other people beside the hospital bed, Jeffrey and Lebius had expectations hidden in their eyes. No wonder these people have always been by their side. They care more about the power of the overlord than their own life and death.
Although it is not the full strength of the "Glory One", in his own hands, he can still see a glimpse of the power.
"Shape...how do I shape it?"
Boluogo asked. He tried to drive the alchemical matrix. He could feel the ether rushing along the path of the alchemical matrix. He was full of power, but he did not have the authority to control the extraordinary.
"The Condenser has been constantly correcting and optimizing our alchemy matrix throughout his life, so that it can achieve different effects, the most ideal effect."
Jeffrey said at this time, "The alchemy matrix is alive and grows with the soul of the condenser."
"What you need to do now is to correct and optimize your alchemy matrix so that it can obtain the power you want. During the process of correction and optimization, it is time for the 'seeds' to germinate and determine the growth tendency of the 'backbone'
.
We are like gardeners pruning a growing tree."
Tendency, Bologo heard this word more than once.
At this time, Badr continued to explain after Jeffrey's words.
"Secret energy has its own tendencies, and this tendency is divided by us into 'narrow and sharp' and 'broad and blunt'.
These two words are easy to understand, one is 'narrow and sharp', the other is 'broad and dull', which will determine the 'sharpening' and 'dulling' of our secret energy.
The alchemical matrix is like a specific wish-making machine, which uses ether to call the "secret source" to make wishes, but the wishes may be easy or difficult.
The 'narrow' tendency has clear and unambiguous instructions, with many additional conditions. Correspondingly, the clearer the instructions, the clearer the reply from the 'secret source' will be, and it will take effect quickly, and the amount of ether consumed will be smaller.
will decrease.
Just like mailing a letter, a clear address and house number are its 'restrictions'. Correspondingly, only one postman is needed, and he will deliver the letter quickly and accurately.
Fast, precise, narrow and sharp.”
Boluogo probably understood what Badr meant. To put it simply, "narrow sharpness" means putting countless restrictions on oneself. The more stringent the restrictions, the more precise the effect will be achieved, the activation speed is fast, and
The amount of ether consumed is extremely small.
To use Eugene's secret power to explain, the restriction he set for himself is "line of sight". As long as you are in his line of sight, you will be hit hard by him.
"'Broad Blunt' is the other extreme. The instructions are not clear and very vague. There are very few conditions. The activation speed of secret energy will be very slow and consume a huge amount of ether.
To use the postman as an example, you send a letter, and the letter only has a rough address. Therefore, the postman needs to deliver letters to every household in this rough address, dispatching a large number of postmen, which consumes a lot of time.
But it will also lead to everyone receiving the letter.”
A faint glimmer of light rose under the protective clothing, and the ether surged around Balder. He raised his hand, and the light outlined a sharp trajectory in the palm of his hand. Along with bursts of iron sounds, an iron sword appeared out of thin air in front of him.
in hands.
"My teacher and I both belong to the 'School of Illusion', but the difference is that the 'path' taken by the teacher is extremely classical, pure 'fantasy creation', and its tendency is 'broad and dull'.
In the teacher's field, there are no restrictions on his secret power. As long as he can understand and conceive, he can easily create entities. However, this takes an extremely long time to activate and consumes a large amount of ether.
And I take the "narrow and sharp" approach. The limits I set for myself are metal entities that I understand and can conceive, so I can consume very little ether in my field and quickly generate various
made from metal."
As Badr finished speaking, Bologg's bedside was already piled with various metal weapons, from spears to war hammers, from sharp swords to daggers.
"'Broadness and bluntness' means no restrictions, making the secret energy as broad as possible, but correspondingly, it will also become clumsy and dull."
Lebius approached Boluogo and he continued.
"Bologo, close your eyes, feel your alchemical matrix, correct and optimize it, determine your tendencies, and thereby release your secret power."
Listening to Lebius's words, Boluogo slowly closed his eyes. He tried to feel the existence of the alchemical matrix, and then in the darkness, he saw the main body that squeezed through the soil and grew out.
Saplings with green awns.
It is rooted in one's own soul, waiting for oneself, the gardener, to prune it and determine its future.
So how to choose?
Boluogo thought, what he needed to prioritize most was how to use the secret energy to coordinate with his "absorption" and "resurrection from the dead".
Narrow and sharp? Or broad and dull?
He thought about it.
Yes, the style of accumulating a strike doesn't suit me at all, just like those fantasy movies I dream about.
Bologo is a chariot on fire, carrying a violent band on board, crushing everything in its path to pieces in the roar of song.
The alchemical matrix grew, the abandoned parts withered, and the guided parts began to extend, just like a painting painted by Bologo, it gradually became what Bologo had in mind.
Right, that is it.
The buds are growing, slender and twisted, and the branches are like sharp swords made of iron...
Boluogo opened his eyes, and this time there was a dazzling green light in his eyes.
Everyone remained silent, even Bailey. She stared carefully at the lines on Boluogo's body, trying to firmly imprint everything in front of her in her mind.
Boluogo stood up, pulled off the infusion tube on his body, and stood staggering on the ground in a white hospital gown.
He stretched out his hand and grasped the metal bracket on the side. The ether began to surge and entangled in Boluogo's palm. The bracket began to twist and shape under his will.
It turned into a ball of twisted steel, with green light and faint red light flowing on the surface of the metal, just like a craftsman wielding a hammer, hammering the metal out of thin air, making it stretch into a rough shape, a handful
The shape of a sharp sword.
Boluogo stared carefully at this crooked and ferocious iron sword, which glowed with the same cyan glow, like the bright moonlight that had been solidified.
"Speaking of which, you don't know much about the power of this overlord. You probably don't even know the name of the secret energy," Boluogo said to himself, "Then can I give it a name?"
No one spoke, everyone acquiesced to this. A smile appeared on Boluogo's face. He turned his head and punched the wall. The next second, the indestructible wall began to collapse, collapsed, and turned into a huge semicircle.
The removed material accumulated on the edge of the arc, extending out one after another sharp soil thorns.
"The School of Dominance."
Boluogo whispered, raising his palms, which were covered with complicated lines, like wearing a pair of exquisite gloves, exuding bursts of dazzling green light.
This is the limit that Boluogo has set for himself. He uses his hands as the medium of activation to control the solid objects he touches, changing and plasticizing them.
Narrow and sharp, it turns into a throat-sealing sword blade.
"Secret Power: Recruiting Hand."
This is what he calls his secret power.
Just like a tyrannical king, whoever is within the territory will be recruited by the powerful.
