??Chapter 345: 207 Anyway, I’m not picky about food (4000)_1
Chapter 345: 207 Anyway, I’m not picky about food (4000)_1
The unceasing traffic was constantly overtaken by a black sedan. The car drove very smoothly and fast.
Both sides of the streetlights passed through areas of black phantasm, and the buildings also receded in large chunks. In no ti, the view outside the car window was already the suburbs, mostly undulating hilly terrain, green grass spreading, with flowers blooming occasionally.
Casio crossed his arms in front of his chest, quietly watching the scene outside the car. He had already reached so consensus with the old steward Franz. Franz agreed to let Casio try it. After all, even if it failed, it wouldn’t matter if it didn’t have the effect Casio ntioned. At most, they would just continue to imprison these dark creatures.
But if it could really succeed.
The Black chanism might gain a special executioner, able to deal with dark creatures that are impossible to kill, difficult to kill, or abnormal. This would simply eliminate so of the risks that the Black chanism’s branches had been accumulating for the past twenty years, which would clearly be a good thing for the Black chanism.
Furthermore, Grim Reaper Amos, the new steward of the Black chanism, happened to be present. This could prevent accidents from happening on Casio’s end.
Therefore, Franz didn’t find it troubleso.
He had already notified the North Flow Country branch of the Black chanism by a special phone line half an hour ago, and they were now directly driving there. With Amos present, there was no need for any elaborate preparation. If anything unexpected happens, he would be there to pick up the slack.
The comfortable genuine leather rear seat.
The clothes that Casio wore were a bit mismatched. The lower half of his body was clad in a light yellow linen trousers, and the upper half in a large black suit. This was Franz’s suit, with a silver watch chain hanging from the pocket, swaying with the movent of the car.
After watching the window for a while, he lowered his head to look at the unscathed palm of his hand. The bloody traces of the battle he had just been cut into were completely gone—it had all been restored.
This was the body recovery ability gained by the Golem Secret Martial Art. The efficiency could be said to be extrely fast. Minor skin wounds heal in just a few seconds, and even large-scale skin damage takes at most one or two minutes. In theory, all injuries except amputations can be quickly recovered.
Although it can’t compare to the terrifying recovery power of the Blood Clan, which can recover even if they’ve had their heads chopped off, it’s already very powerful and useful. This is difficult to achieve without a special Secret Martial Art.
And this is just a side effect of the Golem Secret Martial Art.
Also, Casio felt a change in his physique during his battle with Amos.
His strength, stamina, and defense have indeed stepped up a notch. The power and stamina needed no further explanation.
The defense wasn’t as bad as the bloody ss when cut by a tal wire. This was mainly because Casio’s body had just been born and his skin was tender, like a cicada that had just crawled out from its molt. It was soft on the outside. He needed ti to contact the air, to undergo changes from the inside out a little by little.
This process could take several days, or maybe one or two months. Casio’s skin would then beco tougher than rhino skin while appearing delicately smooth.
It’s very deceptive.
Furthermore, there’s another point that’s certain. Amos’s Gale Silk has strong cutting power, it felt more destructive than bullets.
Casio’s skin couldn’t block it, but his dense muscles underneath could. His arms were dripping with blood earlier, but it was actually just skin damage, a minor issue. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to recover these injuries in just a few seconds.
Casio could feel that there were more potentials to this Golem Secret Martial Art that he created, which hadn’t been tapped yet. He even couldn’t comprehend the whimsical ideas he had when he was in the state of nine spiritual blood units. Casio put his hand on his right chest.
The dull and powerful heartbeats kept coming and going.
The thick blood was circulating throughout his body like fine nectar in another bloodstream, and so kind of invisible magnetic field naturally spread outwards, tempering his bones and muscles at all tis.
A complex 3D circulation diagram of the blood flow, a completely different dark creature’s golem heart from humans. How did he take its essence and discard its dregs bit by bit and transplanted them into his own body?
Casio couldn’t figure it out now, he couldn’t understand it.
“I’m really too strong…” he exclaid in his heart, then began to guide his Life Field according to the rhythm of the Golem Breathing Art, seizing every mont of practice.
The car quickly drove through a tunnel and entered the eastern suburb of Northern Flow City. After driving for more than half an hour, it finally arrived at a secluded small town. Square, pale yellow and white buildings that looked like building blocks filled the view, the planning was quite regular.
It looked a bit like a unified residential house, not ones built separately by villagers. Obviously, this small town was not as simple as it appeared – it was probably a branch of the Black chanism.
Under the disguise of a small town’s appearance, it was actually the violent chanism of the Hong Li Federation deployed in North Flow Country, dealing with supernatural operations.
Casio rolled down the car window, there were people in the small town’s outer group of buildings dressed as villagers. So were working, so were chatting, so were resting under a tree. As the car drove in, so of these villagers imdiately turned into the alley and disappeared.
After another minute or two.
The car stopped.
Casio was the first to get off.
The weather was quite clear today, and due to the rain last night, the entire sky was azure blue. So cotton-like clouds were scattered around, surrounding half of the sun.
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