With sharp eyes, Yarlin saw that some of the roots of those black hair were connected to the black wire drilled out of the sand, as if the connection of the wire had been connected, and the air flow at the edge of the connection increased sharply. A gloomy and strange force swirled around in a cyclone.

Brood Guard: Accelerator!

The information about the second guard appeared in Yaerlin's mind. The corner of his mouth grinned. The second guard's ability is closely related to the ability of the devil fruit, and it can provide an acceleration.

He is now passing through the touch of his hair, transmitting an acceleration of nearly 20 times to the mother nest, and promoting the excitation of the mother nest to expand the radius it extends under the desert at 20 times the normal rate, which is the radius field that the mother nest devours.

Yaerlin's eyes gradually focused on the snake-shaped birthmark on the other's neck. He could feel a cold and strange power coming from there, which was echoing with the tattoo on his body. But it hasn't fully manifested yet.

Jarlin

mental strength 20

Nerve conduction rate 20

Bone hardness 70

Muscle activity 70

Blood Density Flow Rate 40

maturity period

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ability:

Evil: The crimson Evil Spider composed of resentment resides in your pupils, which can evoke the deepest fear in human hearts. After swallowing up the resentment of a female ghost, it can obtain the ability to mark death and curse.

Yin traces: traces of shadow and death intertwined, the current attribute is low-density pollution, incomplete state.

Yaerlin blinked his glasses and had the answer in his heart, "It should be because the Yin mark is still incomplete. If you want to upgrade the Yin mark to the next complete stage, you still need nearly 100 absorbing points."

He sometimes guesses, if he had chosen the evolutionary path of "individual" direction, what kind of qualitative breakthrough would the acquired ability will produce, instead of staying at the current stage permanently, of course, this is only an occasional appearance. , He firmly believes that the "Legion" will be a more promising path and more suitable for his own development.

Yaerlin stood in front of the console, and the entire naval branch appeared in front of his eyes. He slowly opened his arms, and the sound like a dream seemed to come to the ears of every navy, and the sound seemed to come from far away. The place reverberated, and it seemed like someone was whispering in a low voice in his ear.

"Feel it, gather under the banner of the Legion, this is an unprecedented new life!" Yaerli suddenly opened her arms, and the dark lines in her eyes were flowing.

Dangerous and strange breaths permeated the ground, and sandstorms suddenly surged in the branch base, black silk threads surging out of the sand layer, and the "hissing" spread to the buildings shrouded in darkness.

Chi!

Chi!

Chi!

In his sleep, the navy was pierced by black threads, and then he sat up from the bed like a marionette, his body crackling and the sound of bones and muscles rubbing and stretching, and there was a sinking black line in his pupils. Hidden very deep.

Occasionally, there were a few fragmentary screams, which were quickly annihilated by the silence. Sendu opened his eyes suddenly, he heard a frightened scream, and then saw a black thread sneak in from under the crack of the door. He swallowed hard, and then forced himself to suppress the fear in his heart. He recognized the black line, which was Colonel Arlin's ability. He stood up, with a frenzy in his eyes.

"We are the last justice, and we will walk through the dark abyss until we devour the light of the old era and bring about a new order." Morito read the oath of "Freemasonry" in his mouth, staring at the black line slowly The ground pierced into his eyebrows, and he seemed to see Yaerlin's figure walking towards him, and the dark and deep shadow walked into his body step by step and merged into one.

"That's it, interesting!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Yaerlin's mouth. He felt all the information fed back by the black lines. All those who resisted the transformation were eventually directly erased their original memories and personalities, and they were completely transformed into loyal killing machines. For those who obey or even accept transformation, the memory seems to have been screened, and the fanaticism imprinted in the depths is preserved, and the improvement of this part of the transformation body is even greater, it seems that it is because of the loss in the transformation process. to be reduced.

The only unfortunate thing is that, limited by their own unique qualities, none of the transformants in the middle have any potential for evolution. All the transformants are all "non-evolvable", which makes Yaerlin's face slightly. A bit dark and aware of the preciousness of evolvable units.

"The improvement of transformation is to tap their original potential to the extreme at one time, but there is no way to break through their own boundaries. The potential for evolution means the potential for evolution. If there is no, there is no, and it cannot be given out of thin air. From the current point of view , because of the devil fruit, the ability person must be a unit that can evolve." Yaerlin quickly came to a conclusion with a high probability: "But the good thing is that it has the core advantages shared by the legion, as long as I As the strength of the mother body continues to improve, even if there is no non-evolvable transformation body, it will eventually get a terrifying bonus effect, and it will eventually rise to a terrifying height."

"One person is a legion!" Yaerlin licked his lips and muttered to himself.

In the dark night, countless black threads pulled away and slowly retracted under the sand layer on the ground~lightnovelpub.net~ The entire naval base fell back into a dark silence, but the aura floating in the air seemed to be more and more deep and dangerous.

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Under the gloomy night, obviously not everything seemed really quiet.

Standing on the top of the building, with a light lift of his broad palm, the notebook he got from Kelum was scattered in the air, and then torn into crumbs by the sand surrounding him and scattered in the night with the wind.

"What does it feel like to touch and see?" Shack Rockdale looked down at the city beneath his feet.

"The attack failed. Although Kerum was killed as soon as possible, I am afraid that the replacement Colonel Yarlin already knew the existence of the Baroque Studio." The woman who was shrouded in darkness said lightly: "It's just, The attitude of the other party is still unclear for the time being, and mr2 did not find any useful information from the other party's mouth. Obviously, this colonel is much deeper and more difficult than the waste city of Kerum."

Crocodile was silent, did not speak immediately, and said quietly after a while: "I hope he is really smart enough!"