After confirming that he heard correctly, Simon was still confused.

Cooperate with the flesh and blood magic outfit?

Recalling the vicious murderous intent of the Disintegrating Sword Emperor Sentegut.

is it possible?

"What kind of cooperation law?"

"Even the best smelting method can't completely wipe out the consciousness of the beast, it just smashes the consciousness of the beast, it can't be aggregated, and it can be completely fused with the flesh and blood magic outfit. If the flesh and blood magic outfit is always awake, the scattered inside Consciousness will slowly converge to form a new consciousness.

If a new consciousness has been formed, communication is possible. Communicate with it and cooperate with it for mutual benefit. "

"Is this possible?" Simon couldn't believe it.

"It's very difficult, because the beasts are fused alive, and there must be endless resentment and killing intent before death, and this resentment and killing intent and consciousness are broken and fused together into a flesh-and-blood magic outfit.

Resentment, killing intent, and consciousness are completely intertwined. After forming a new consciousness, it must be filled with endless resentment and killing intent towards the user. It is extremely difficult to communicate, and few people have succeeded. "Max said.

"Has anyone succeeded?" Simon was very curious.

"Of course, if it's not possible, I wouldn't say this method."

"In today's society, there are people in the major religions who have fully mastered the Flesh and Flesh Magic Clothes. They are more likely to master the Flesh and Blood Magic Clothes than us. Do you know why?"

"Is it faith?"

"Yes, Faith. In religion, their seed knights will raise monsters, and they have raised monsters since childhood, treating monsters as their partners and relatives. When the monsters become adults, they will create abnormal accidents, which will seriously hurt both the seed knights and the monsters. , Warcraft is basically a state of frequent death, not far from death.

Then, with the righteousness of religion and the kindness of its master, the beasts who died frequently took the initiative to devote themselves, and melted into the flesh and blood magic sword.

In this way, the monster does not die with resentment, and can naturally be completely controlled by its original owner after death. "Max revealed a secret Simon didn't know.

I go, there is such a way?

People can really come up with any method.

"It's not just religion. Now various countries and some superpowers use this method to master the flesh and blood magic outfit. It's just that religion is more demagogic and easier to succeed."

His disintegrating sword is full of resentment and killing intent, and Simon is thinking about how to communicate with it, which is probably enough.

"That Mr. Max, I don't know if the potion that suppresses the flesh and blood magic outfit can be sold to me."

"What do you want it for, don't you have no flesh and blood magic outfit?"

"Research research."

Max shook his head: "That thing is a contraband, and it is strictly prohibited. It cannot be flowed outside. You want to study it unless it is in the Mechanical Academy."

Hearing this, Simon sighed, and it seemed that he couldn't get the suppression potion.

"Thank you Mr. Max for clarifying my doubts." Simon sincerely thanked.

"Just a little thing."

Simon left the room, then picked up the old cat and left the Academy of Mechanical Sciences under the guidance of the staff of the Academy of Mechanical Sciences.

Looking at the closed door, Simon sighed, not knowing when he would have a chance to come in again.

Simon returned to the ninth inning, and as soon as he entered the ninth inning, everyone he met greeted him with a smile. They all knew that Simon had made the antidote and solved a major crisis in Fossa City.

When Simon returned to the residence, the three dogs first asked about Simon's smell, ran out to greet him, circled around Simon, barking non-stop. Orissa and Paul also came out quickly.

"It's okay." Orissa worried.

"What can be, it's alright."

"Simon, you... but... come back... come..., you... not... in, Paul... Eating... meals... are... not delicious... anymore."

Simon laughed.

"It's almost time for dinner, and I happen to be hungry too. Let's go and eat."

"Paul...ro...just...good...and... hungry..."

Paul was undoubtedly the most excited. He sent the old cat to the basement consultation room. At this time, there were only a few left-behind doctors in the consultation room, and the rest went to support the ward. The three dogs came to the cafeteria talking and laughing.

After Simon came back, Paul's appetite was wide open. He was so happy to eat it, and his stomach swelled up, like a pregnant woman who was pregnant in October. Simon was really afraid that he would break his stomach.

"You rest for an hour or two, then go to the training ground to contact martial arts and digest the food."

"Okay... well... so!" Paul nodded happily, but asked with a tilted head: "But... it's... Paul... Paul... don't... know... training... field... where... where?

Simon had to take Paul to the training ground. They estimated that they would stay in the ninth inning for a while, and the training ground would be a place where they often came.

I don't know that Green Sun Church won't know this time. It's the antidote he 'researched'. If he knew it, he would probably hate Simon to death.

Simon doesn't even think about returning to the outer city.

With the ability of Green Day to teach, you don't have to think about it, you will definitely know.

By the way, tell Paul over and over again on the way back and forth, and let him remember.

But I guess I can't remember what he looked like. Well, Simon decided to take him there when the time comes.

After Simon returned to his residence, he took out the sword of disintegration and watched it carefully, a few minutes later.

"Let's try it, maybe it will be successful."

Simon closed the door tightly and let the three dogs guard outside.

He held the disintegrating sword, and the magic energy slowly poured into it~lightnovelpub.net~ The disintegrating sword began to wake up, and he felt the erosion of the disintegrating sword.

His vision began to distort, the disintegrating sword was resurrected, and the hilt turned into a black tentacle wrapped around Simon's arm.

A ferocious eye opened on the blade, it was the disintegrating sword emperor Sentegut.

"You still can't help but use me." Dissentegot sneered grimly.

"Dicentegut, I want to talk to you."

"Talk about your horse!" Desentegger roared, the eyes on the sword dissipated in an instant, and an evil magic energy rushed into Simon's spiritual world.

The dark world began to erode Simon's spiritual world, and Dicentegut hid in the dark world and made waves.

"Dicentegut, I really want to talk to you." Simon shouted to it.

Desentegert didn't reply, tentacles penetrated into Simon's spiritual world and attacked him directly.

Simon just resisted.

"Dicentegret, we should have a good talk, you can't erode me." Simon kept shouting, let Simon shout, he just didn't answer, Decentegert didn't stop at all, and the attack became more violent .

Its actions proved that it didn't want to talk at all.

It was impossible for Simon to let it erode all the time. In the end, he had no choice but to fight back and beat Desentegert in a thrilling way.

Dicentegut fell into a deep sleep again.

But the infestation it left behind slowed Simon down for a long time.

"This guy doesn't want to communicate at all, what should I do?" Simon was in pain.