Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Harmonious Cloak of the Line of Dominion
Before encountering the giant beast, Tang Ping had guessed that the golden thread growing from his brain should be the ability he obtained from Chao Xun.
But because this ability is a passive ability that is activated at all times, it can be activated directly without training.
The ability is manifested as golden threads emanating from Tang Ping's mind.
When Tang Ping pays attention deliberately, these threads will appear. If he doesn't pay attention, these threads will disappear and will not affect Tang Ping's other things.
Just like breathing, when you don't care, it is automatic transmission, and when you care, it is manual transmission.
Tang Ping had seen in the python man's memory that Chao Xun's own ability was that when the energy from Chao Xun in the demon's body reached a certain share, he could give absolute orders to the demon.
Therefore, his three evil slaves first caught the evil demons and fed them with their own power for a period of time before obeying his orders. This cultivation method was very energy-consuming, so the upper limit of Chao Xun's control of evil demons was three.
The dome creations hatched by Tang Ping all contained Tang Ping's harmonic energy, which naturally met the conditions for Chao Xun's ability, so these thin lines appeared from the beginning.
But this new ability is not as overbearing as Chao Xun's ability.
At least judging from the feedback from Wangcai, this thin golden thread only makes Wangcai trust and obey him more. If Wangcai is hostile to himself, the thin thread may only make his mouth lighter.
To put it more simply.
Chao Xun's ability is to turn qualified targets into slaves, but the upper limit is only three.
The golden thin line increases the target's favorability by a certain amount, but there is no limit to the number.
For Tang Ping, who possesses harmonic energy, this golden thread is the most suitable ability for him!
"What should I call this ability? Well...well...the golden thread is too featureless, and the thread of harmony is not too domineering. Hey, let's call it the thread of control!"
Regardless of whether the name and ability are appropriate or not, the most important thing is that it sounds good, and who says that if this ability continues to develop, it will not become a true dominion over all harmonious creations.
Tang Ping focused on the thread of control connecting the cloak, and some cold information came into Tang Ping's mind.
All the parameters of this cloak were spread out in front of him.
The size of the cloak can be freely expanded and retracted. When it is small, it just fits, and when it is large, it can wrap around a truck. It has four abilities: 'protect the master', 'giant strength', 'cloth gun' and 'cover scales'.
The abilities and effects are to automatically respond when the owner of the cloak is attacked, to have the strength of a low-level strength demon, to curl the cloak into thorns to attack like a spear, and to have scales appearing on the cloak to provide defense similar to that of Chao Xun.
Tang Ping even suspected that if this cloak had its own will, he might not be its opponent now.
With this cloak, Tang Ping's actual combat ability has more than doubled, and he can almost ignore bullets.
According to the rating of the demon's strength by the Civil Affairs Bureau, what a well-trained tactical team can deal with is accident level. So Tang Ping estimates that he has reached the limit of accident level and has reached the 'low risk' level.
And the most important thing is, this cloak is really handsome enough.
A cloak that can change size and shape, it can completely cover itself, walking like a wriggling shadow in the dark night.
Tang Ping fell in love with the cloak and named it "Huogui Cloak".
Regardless of his injuries, he ran around in the warehouse wearing a cloak. While testing the cloak's abilities, he occasionally put on some poses that he thought were cool.
The level of childishness is comparable to that of an elementary school boy who uses his sheets as a cloak.
After the excitement passed, Tang Ping suddenly stopped, frowned and looked at the cloak, a golden thread flashed between his head and the cloak.
The Cloak of Humor was too cooperative with him, which made him feel that something was wrong.
Even with the favorability bonus from the Line of Control, Tang Ping could not completely control other harmonious creations. As for the abilities of those things, he could only rely on guessing and testing, and occasionally there would be things that wanted to bite him back.
But Huogui Cloak, like a super honest man, spread everything about himself to Tang Ping, so that Tang Ping could give him orders.
What's the difference?
He found a nail clipper and tested it repeatedly, but in the end he couldn't get a result.
I just feel like the nail clippers, the black stone tea tray and the legs, although these things cannot speak, they still have a sense of spirituality.
The Cloak of Humor is just a tool, a tool without a soul.
Tang Ping fell asleep with doubts, but elsewhere, the story in the darkness continued.
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"Ha, Ji Hu!"
The tentacle pushed the card in his hand and reached out to ask others for money.
The banker opposite him smashed the table angrily: "My thirteen is almost done, Jitei, you little ass... you don't want to play anymore."
The four people playing mahjong all have tentacle heads, but the colors of their tentacles are different, with some interesting embellishments such as teeth, eyes, and pustules.
The red tentacles on Jituo's head who made a deal with Chao Xun actually looked cleaner.
"By the way, your Experiment No. 64 failed, right?" Across from Limto, a man with teeth on his tentacles asked. His name was Kong Kong.
Jitori shook his head helplessly: "Compared to his wife, this guy is a waste, but I got his soul."
Qiang Kong took a step forward and asked, "After you got the soul, did you do something else?"
The tentacles on Jitei's head paused for two seconds: "I just... made a small hint."
"We cannot directly interfere with reality, at least not now. The Saint already knows it, and he will personally punish you tomorrow."
The mahjong players dispersed and Jitori sat on a chair, feeling that winning money was no longer so enjoyable.
He stood up and walked some distance, stopped at a stop, and uncovered a cage covered with black cloth. Sitting in the cage was a beautiful woman with a somewhat sad face.
"Lin Zi, your husband has always wanted to see you, but I couldn't resist him, so I had to obey him. You and your wife have missed you for so long, and it's time for you to meet."
Lin Zi looked surprised, holding her hands on the railing, looking at Jitori expectantly.
Then Limtori took out an illusory ball from his pocket and threw it into the cage.
Lin Zi looked at the materialized soul ball, was silent for a long time, then walked over and picked it up.
Warm liquid dripped from Lin Zi's cheek.
Not tears, but saliva.
She gasped, biting the ball, and her body quickly became deformed, turning into a monster that exuded a lot of black energy.
Chao Xun's body was only partially demonized, while every part of Lin Zi's body had the characteristics of different demons.
After eating Chao Xun's soul in several mouthfuls, the aura on Lin Zi's body became stronger. She stood opposite Ji Te and said, "Where is the person who killed my husband? I want to bury Chao Xun with him."
Jitori shook his head: "It's not yet time, but... there will be a chance." This chapter has been completed!