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The city of Dilno, among the Augustus family, belongs exclusively to the study of Augustus's patriarchs.

Dalton was sitting behind the desk, his face was pale, but his expression was extremely calm and condensed, and he was not dissatisfied with the setbacks he had made before.

He coughed softly, wiped the corners of his mouth casually, and then threw the paper towel wrapped with traces of blood into the trash can under his feet.

The white right hand that seemed to be abnormal was opened, and a bright magical brilliance bloomed between the bloodless fingers.

Hum!

It seemed that it was stimulated by some kind, a loud moan that did not sound at all in the material world landed from Gao Wei and landed in Dalton's sea of ​​spirit.

A pocket-sized magic circle with a tedious and incredible agenda emerged from the surface of the drawer, floating in the air.

The lavender magical aura reflected on Dalton's face, making his face even more weird and terrifying. Like a twisted ghost, there is a natural madness.

However, such a scene existed for a moment, and disappeared without a trace.

Dalton's face was still pale, with some abnormal sallow, as if everything was just an illusion.

Wow!

Dalton's slender index finger stretched out, and a flaming magical light was suddenly lit on his fingertips.

He lowered his head to condense his palms, but the focus was not on the brilliant magical aura, the surging magical light, but his palm that had changed its appearance.

He was once a heroic soldier and a hardened soldier. His palms were well-knitted, strong, and naturally masculine.

But now, his vigorous and powerful right hand, which once held a gun and held a sword, has become slender and white.

It was as if the owner of these hands was a pampered sloppy gentleman.

Dalton pressed the corner of his mouth slightly and shook his palm.

The veins violently violently, the intensity remained the same, and the familiar feeling made Dalton laugh silently.

Very satisfied, very satisfied.

And this sense of satisfaction made Dalton directly ignore the strangely colored veins on his palm, and some abnormal cracking marks under his seemingly fair skin.

He tapped his index finger lightly, burning the dazzling magical light and touching the magic circle in the air.

Click!

As if the suitable key was inserted and the switch was finally turned on, the mystery array of rotating lights in the air suddenly changed.

Layers of complex spell prints are crisscrossed and crisscrossed, and they are cracked layer by layer under the advancement of Dalton's index finger, turning into pure magic particles and dissipating in the air, leaving no trace.

And in the process, the magic pattern floating on the surface of the drawer became simpler.

The dense lines are slowly pulled away, the complex overlapping patterns are driven out layer by layer, and what is left is the purest and simplest hole.

The appearance of this hole is a bit familiar, glowing with chaotic colors, like a void exposed in front of people after being blocked by an urgent space, leading to another world.

However, Dalton was not in a hurry to reach into it with his right hand.

He tapped his forehead lightly, dragged a crystal clear blood drop like a ruby ​​from his forehead, and then placed it on the hollow again.

Immediately afterwards, invisible cracks climbed along it, densely packed and even and neat. It's not like natural shape, but think of design.

Chaos Chaos does not know the specific color of the void suddenly shattered, dissipating like a phantom to no trace.

A potion bottle with layers of dense magic patterns engraved on its surface, exquisite and gorgeous like a work of art, emerged from the void and fell into Dalton's hands.

Pop!

The moment the potion bottle fell into Dalton's hand, his right palm suddenly closed, his five fingers pressed hard, and his bones were distinct.

However, after this subconscious reaction, Dalton quickly adjusted, and his right hand, which seemed a bit hideous because of the force, suddenly calmed down.

This is true, but Dalton's importance to this potion bottle is not diminished.

He just put his right hand on the potion bottle and rubbed it gently, enjoying the tranquility and peace of mind.

However, it is also understandable that anyone who sees Dalton's previous operation will not think that this potion is a simple commodity.

After all, being able to exist in the study of Augustus that belonged exclusively to the owner of the Patriarch in all dynasties in itself meant an extraordinary kind.

Moreover, this potion is not simply placed in it as a decoration, but is tightly protected.

Even after it was sheltered by the initial magic circle, it still had a concealed camouflage.

This kind of treatment, this kind of attention, really makes people not look down on it.

To be honest, if the average person sees the exposed space hole after breaking the protection of the first magic circle, they may subconsciously think that this is the final entrance to the treasure, and indeed they will not think about whether there will be anything in it. Other mysteries.

Of course, he might test if this is a trap, but he rarely thinks that this thing is just a cover.

After all, surpassing the hastily blockade of the Augustus family, penetrating the various traps of the Augustus family, under heavy besieged, in the race against time, it takes strength and courage to seize the treasure.

Under such circumstances, the thief who can enter here is naturally extraordinary, but in the same way, he is also restricted by time.

He was able to crack the magic circle in a short time, it was already very impressive, how could he have the mind to think more.

Even if it does, what can he think of?

In the absence of necessary preconditions, all he can do is make a decisive decision and leave.

Besides, this is not a loss.

If the original circle can be cracked, there may not be much left in the space hole, but it is definitely of extremely high value.

After all, in the case where the thief has already entered but cannot catch the opponent, it is correct to give the opponent a certain advantage so that the opponent does not want to destroy the truth because of nothing.

Of course, when the Augustus family originally designed this storage place, they might not have thought this way.

They may just think about classifying the treasures according to the degree of preciousness, and hiding the most precious to the deepest.

It's not that there is an idea of ​​cutting meat to feed the eagle.

But this does not prevent it from being seen from such a design that the potion, at least in the Augustus family, is the most precious.

Although it is not clear where this potion compares with those treasures in the Augustus family secret vault.

But things that Dalton valued so much were by no means ordinary.

Dalton's right hand rubbed the magic lines, his eyes were nostalgic, reminiscent, and more, but determined. Love Literature Network

Suddenly, a magic spell flashed through, and a cumbersome repairing curse imprinted from the void, directly submerged in this exquisite potion bottle.

The yellow-gold luster illuminates for the first time on the concave-convex bottle body, converges into a sacred luster at the mouth of the bottle, and then suddenly converges.

Bom!

The sound of a cork pulling out of a wine bottle resounded suddenly, echoing in this silent desk.

Dalton looked down, and a golden thread suddenly appeared at the mouth of the potion bottle that was originally integrated and exquisite as a work of art.

Dalton's thumb was light, and it didn't take much effort to remove the cork.

However, unfortunately, the potion in this potion bottle is not complete, it seems that only half is left, as if it has been used before.

Shaking gently, the golden potion rippled with magnificent ripples, wishing to enchant people's minds in it.

On the liquid surface of the potion, the golden circles suddenly opened, and then hit the bottle again, superimposing the endless golden circles to create a beautiful scenery.

However, Dalton did not mean to indulge in it.

The smell of the potion is sweet and pleasant, but it has a quiet, but not irritable.

It's like a mellow white wine. When it was first tasted, it just felt mellow, and the warmth was enough to make people squint. Until the end of the drink, the heat that swept the whole body was felt.

And the burst degree of this potion was much greater than that of drinking.

In Dalton's perception, under the golden potion, what hides is not the violent temper like strong wine, but the fiery heat and rage like lava.

That surging and powerful meaning is enough to make people "drunk to death" the moment they drink it.

However, Dalton just shook the potion bottle and watched the golden ripples.

Then, suddenly raising his right hand, he raised his head and drank a whole tube of potion.

Rumble!

As if lava penetrated into his lungs, Dalton only felt a blazing line of fire falling from his throat, igniting his whole body in an instant.

That kind of hot temperature, that kind of extreme heat, almost the same as magma.

Dalton's body began to heat up rapidly, as if his whole body was burning.

No, this is not an illusion.

Dalton's body was indeed being burned by the extreme high temperature, and his skin became red, like a cooked prawn.

Not only that, but Dalton's skin seems to become dry because it cannot withstand such high temperatures, lose its luster, and may crack at any time.

Immediately afterwards, the cold air in February was the moment Dalton's body came into contact, and the remaining moisture in the air was suddenly evaporated, making a noise.

A strong white mist suddenly rose over Dalton's body, spreading in all directions, but within a few moments, it enveloped the entire study.

The white mist billowed, without seeing people, it seemed like a fairyland.

However, Dalton, who has endured everything, does not necessarily have the heart to appreciate such a spectacle.

But surprisingly, although Dalton did not have the beauty in his mind, it was not because he fainted.

It was because he was busy paying attention to the changes in his body.

In the white mist, Dalton's forehead eyes became brighter and brighter, blooming with a fascinating light.

Dalton's clothes had been burned by the high temperature and turned into black ashes, which drifted away in the wind, all naked in the air.

It can be seen that his skin has cracked, and dense golden red cracks spread throughout his body, revealing **** skin and flesh and blood. But it is not scary, but has a sacred attitude.

He can feel that his body is undergoing transformation, undergoing sublimation, and completing a qualitative leap.

The extent of this progress, the speed of this leap, even if he had already experienced it once, still amazed him.

However, his eyes were still clear and clear, and he was not bewitched by this sudden and powerful force, but maintained the same rationality as before.

Of course, he does not deny that there is such a deep pain in the bones and soul. After all, in the midst of such torment, his mental power that had been almost stagnant began to grow rapidly. It is conceivable to what extent this pain has reached.

Therefore, in such a situation, it is difficult to have the idea of ​​what life will be invincible in the world. After all, it was too painful.

But Dalton was able to stay awake, and the pain was only a small part of the credit. More, it is because of his extremely tenacious spiritual will.

That kind of attitude with the sword and axe added to his body without changing his face is the reason why he can control the strength of the body, not because of this extreme pain and even collapse.

Uh...

As if he had felt something, Dalton's spirit naturally spread out, leaning his attention from the inside of his body slightly outside, and placing it on his body surface.

Immediately afterwards, he saw his hair slowly graying, from root to tip.

The vicissitudes and bleak grayish white spread, covering his original black hair with a slow but extremely firm attitude.

However, although it is slow to speak, this is the level of mental perception.

In the material world, after seeing only a few breaths, Dalton's hair, which hadn't been a problem, had turned into a mottled vicissitudes of life.

Even Dalton himself can clearly feel that this is just the beginning, not the end.

Above his head, his hair that had turned grayish white was being rendered pure white, turning into an irreversible white color.

And this is not only a change of color, but also a symbol of vitality.

But Dalton's face didn't seem to be panic or uneasy. After all, this was the result he had expected long ago.

Dalton withdrew his mind and never explored outside, even if the surface of his body was cracked like broken porcelain, he did not hesitate at all.

Taking a deep breath, he silenced his converging mind into the depths of his body again, and fully controlled the terrifying power of the roaring and roaring in his body.

In the next moment, in this tumbling white mist, a sacred, immortal breath suddenly appeared, purging a blank area.

Immediately after ~lightnovelpub.net~ a stigmata like [Immortal Stigma] emerged from Dalton's forehead, bright and radiant, and sacred to the extreme.

However, it is a pity that this stigmata has only a few thick lines, which do not constitute a complete shape at all, and it is extremely simple.

But at this time, after Dalton drank the potion, the broken stigmata was filled up at a rapid speed while it was brightening up.

The sacred lines spread, linking together the broken stigmata that was originally scattered, sparse, and fragmented, with only a few immortal auras, connected to a whole, and marched in a complete direction.

At this moment, a magnificent vision like advanced gold appeared in this world.

The grand and majestic fluctuations escaped from Dalton's body, as if a violent current swept past, suppressing the world, but in the end it was still constrained in this world, tied around Dalton's three feet, No leakage.

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