After a long time, the ferocious beast in the alloy cage still did not dare to look towards the door.
Su Jinnian slowly came to the guard room.
The old doorman let out a long breath, and his tense muscles and nerves slowly relaxed.
"Xiao Nian, is this your friend?" the old man asked, his voice a little unnatural.
Su Jinnian shook his head, "No."
"Inspection commissioner from Kyoto City?"
"No."
The old man frowned, "I haven't been out for a few years. When did such a freak appear in our Yangcheng city?"
Su Jinnian's eyes were complicated, "Yesterday."
The old man was stunned for a moment, his eyes full of surprise.
"The second middle school student just graduated yesterday and killed a bloodthirsty wolf king and twenty-eight first-level ferocious beasts." Su Jinnian said again.
Although her tone was calm, the slight vibrato still betrayed her mood at the moment.
The old man's mouth twitched, "He's not a freak, he's a monster."
Su Jinnian was noncommittal.
"Remember seven years ago, when I sent you to Kyoto City, the amazing geniuses you saw were nothing more than that." The old man fell into memories.
"Not comparable." Su Jinnian still cherished words like gold.
The old man was slightly stunned.
I recall that back then, the eighteen-year-old girl next to me was hidden in the cold for eighteen years by the city lord and sent to Kyoto City.
At that time, the city of Kyoto was as crowded with talents as ever, and the stars were shining brightly.
Su Jinnian was once a shining star among them.
She has always been proud and arrogant, but she also wants to treat those geniuses and those children of big families equally.
Even look up.
But now, this boy from Yangcheng made her say such words.
Not comparable.
The old man thought carefully about the feeling that the young man had given him just now.
In that quiet and indifferent feeling.
But it contains terrifying power.
It even made him feel the aura of danger.
"Obviously he's just a first-level atavist."
The old man murmured to himself, "What a monster."
silence.
silence lasting several seconds
"What about monsters?"
Su Jinnian's tone returned to being calm and indifferent again.
"Back then, during the beast wave that almost caused the entire city of Kyoto to fall, no matter how genius or evildoer you were, your body and soul were not destroyed."
The old man was silent.
Kyoto City brings together the elites and powerful combat forces from all of Kyushu.
But in that unprecedented and terrifying attack of beasts, most of it was lost.
Countless geniuses have died young, and countless strong men have fallen.
The core of Kyushu almost fell.
After experiencing that catastrophe, the old man took Su Jinnian back to Yangcheng.
Su Jinnian looked beyond the laboratory building to the gray sky. After a long time, his voice was cold and he said, "Over the years, I have been studying atavistic beasts. The more I understand about them, the more desperate I feel."
"Humanity is like a ship, and the atavists are the powerful helmsmen, but what we have to face is a rough sea."
"In the sea, in addition to huge waves that can easily capsize ships, there are also unknown dangers that are more terrifying than huge waves."
"I don't know how long this ship can float."
After Su Jinnian finished speaking, he lowered his proud head and left.
The old guard looked at Su Jinnian's back and felt a sense of desolation and loneliness.
He looked up at the sky and remained silent for an unknown amount of time before letting out a deep sigh.
The future of Kyushu, the destiny of mankind.
These things are too grand, and they are not something that a second-level and ninth-grade young Qi practitioner like him should worry about.
What's more, he was already suffering from a serious illness and had half of his foot in the coffin.
"Live a day and count it as a day."
The old janitor shook his head, picked up the big tea cup, took a sip, sat back on the chair, closed his eyes, and fell asleep slowly.
the other side.
Li Xiang came to the equipment department.
"Captain Li, what's wrong with you?" The person in charge of receiving him was an officer from the equipment department. He had a full beard and a cigar in his mouth, looking very carefree.
He had seen Li Xiang in the military newspaper before. He was a little boy with short hair, but now, his long hair was still a little gray.
As soon as he finished speaking, the officer seemed to have thought of something and his eyes widened suddenly.
"Here, Captain Li, have you improved your level?"
The more powerful the ancestor, the greater the influence on the atavist.
Many people who have returned to their ancestors will be closer to their ancestors in appearance and mentality.
Li Xiang just nodded lightly and said, "I need a sword."
He casually looked at the weapons in the display cabinet, including knives, guns, swords, halberds, hammers, whips, and axes.
The officer still had a surprised expression on his face. After hearing Li Xiang's request, he quickly said, "There should be a sword. Master Zhang is the one who uses the sword."
He came to a display cabinet and took out an alloy sword, "Captain Li, what do you think of this sword? The sword body is made of a special alloy, and the blade is inlaid with the fangs of a second-level iron-eating monster.
It’s really like cutting iron into clay.”
Li Xiang shook his head, "Is there anything else?"
The officer took out several more swords, but Li Xiang was not satisfied with them.
"That's all," the officer frowned, "If Captain Li has any special needs, you can put them forward and I'll ask the factory to customize them directly."
"That's not necessary." Li Xiang said, and found that there was a door ajar next to him, so he asked, "What's in that room?"
"Some abandoned weapons and some old antiques left over from before the Cataclysm. It's a pity to lose them, so I put them away," the officer said.
"Can I go in and have a look?" Li Xiang asked.
"sure."
The officer opened the door and said sheepishly, "I don't take care of it very much. It's a bit messy. Captain Li, don't mind."
Li Xiang smiled faintly, glanced across it, and finally landed on a long and narrow wooden box in the corner. He walked over, leaned over and picked it up.
"call"
He blew away the ashes on the wooden box and opened it, only to see a wooden sword inside, exuding a faint scent of peach wood.
Li Xiang held the hilt of the sword, and a warm feeling came from him, extending from the palm of his hand to his arm, and then spread to his whole body.
"Can I take this sword away?" Li Xiang asked.
The officer nodded quickly, "Of course, but this is a wooden sword. I'm afraid it will be difficult to chop vegetables. If it is used for fighting, I'm afraid..."
When returning to their ancestors, warriors pursue weapons that are sharp and smooth so that they can kill ferocious beasts with the highest efficiency.
This wooden sword is completely useless.
Li Xiang just smiled slightly and said, "It's okay."
The officer is a first-level, third-grade atavist, and the atavist is the swordsmith Ou Zhizi. Six of the ten famous swords in ancient times were made by that ancestor.
Including Jique, Yuchang, Zhanlu, Tai'a, Longquan and Longyuan.
Therefore, even if he was only in the third level, he was still sent by the city lord to take charge of the entire equipment department of Yangcheng.
He just vaguely felt that this wooden sword had a special feeling, so he did not throw it away.
It's as if it's all arranged freely.
Very strange feeling.
Li Xiang used his backhand to hang the wooden sword on his back. The wooden sword clearly had nothing to fix it, but it was stuck diagonally on his back.
Buzz buzz~
The wooden sword trembled slightly.
The officer's pupils shrank suddenly.
"Sword Spirit? How is this possible?"
"No, why can this wooden sword be hung on Li Xiang's back?"
"Is this controlling an object? What's going on? Isn't this something only a second-level Qi Refiner can do?"
