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"It's interesting!"

In the central city of Dilno, in the ruins of the Public Security Department, a tall man wandered through it, looking around while muttering.

Not someone else, it was Buck who had communicated with Raham before.

"I had already known Willit and the others, so that they would have a long experience."

As if thinking of something, Buck muttered thoughtfully.

But in the end, he didn't do it either.

After all, the current Villette and the others are working with the guys from the Imperial Criminal Department to clean up the scumbags in Dilno City, including but not limited to the blood race, but they don't have much time to hang out with him.

Moreover, this place seems to him a bit interesting, but if the new generation of the Holy See who has not yet reached the silver rank comes here to visit and practice, it really doesn't make much sense.

When the foundation is not enough, they can't perceive the [reality] here at all.

Even if they come, they can only listen to Buck explaining to them, and the knowledge instillation like this is not necessarily better than their participation in actual combat.

Buck walked gently, wandering in a scorched black ruin that shone with a little fire, his figure flickering, he was just a short walk away, and his black clothes were clear, like a ghost.

After strolling around the security department that had no vitality on the ground, Buck did not choose to turn around and leave, into a scorched, crumbling security department building.

Da Da Da!

The footsteps sounded gently in the dark corridor, echoing in the narrow space.

The sounds overlapped and overlapped, as if coming from the endless darkness, terrifying, just like the ringing of a regional bell.

In the darkness, the scorching smell that belonged to the fire was mixed with the air of unknown composition, and entered into Buck's nasal cavity, bringing a violent impact.

There was also some burning breath entering from the nasal cavity, sinking all the way into Buck's lungs, and began to exchange the gas in it.

It was as if the breath after the fire was extremely fierce, choking like a blazing flame.

If it's someone else, I guess I couldn't bear the pain of taking a breath like this, so I chose to retreat.

But Buck just opened his mouth and exhaled a gas with sparks and a hint of scarlet color.

Then he held his breath and continued to move forward as if nothing had happened, completely fearless.

[Hey, this method is really concealed, I almost didn't notice it. 】

Buck frowned slightly, sensitive enough to be able to see through the void, and the perception of the deeper emptiness rose from the body, and tentacles were born toward the surroundings, detecting everything around him.

The air is filled with particles, large or small, which are the remnants of countless objects in the air after they have been burned.

As a result of this, the smell of the air became extremely weird, almost unbearable.

Ordinary people are still like this, let alone a golden rank powerhouse who has sublimated their perception more than once.

However, Buck did not close the five senses. On the contrary, he turned the five senses to the extreme, constantly collecting [information] in the air, looking for possible [traces].

After a few seconds, with the help of spiritual sense, Buck finally found what he wanted.

But his face didn't have the slightest joy, but a look of prudence.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, he found out the clues easily and found evidence of the black hand who burned the Public Security Department and killed countless policemen.

But only he himself understood how much effort he had spent.

After entering the stairs leading to the underground floor of the Public Security Department building, he immediately released his perception and began to explore the surroundings.

But beyond his expectation, nothing was gained.

This is an incredible thing.

As a golden-level powerhouse, Buck, even if he is not a spellcaster who is good at spirit and soul and a variety of methods, but a fighter who has always been outstanding in combat abilities but rarely has various auxiliary abilities, his perception is not It might be worse.

Even, because of the professional characteristics of the Buck Paladin, his perception ability is considered to be the forefront of the combatants' series of occupations, and it is not much worse than the golden rank rogue advanced professional.

Under such circumstances, he didn't notice anything wrong here at the first time.

What is contained in this is simply numb to the back.

And this is why Buck takes the initiative to breathe in such a place.

When he was still on the ground, Buck had already given up his breath, lest he would be devastated by this harsh environment.

It's not unbearable. After all, although the golden level's perception ability has exceeded that of ordinary people who don't know Fanji, the soul and brain dual-core thinking core after sublimation is completely fine, and it can perfectly avoid the frenetic flow of information from hitting the brain. Bring horrible pressure.

The strength of the golden rank is not the deformed and flawed strength, but the all-round strength.

If there are shortcomings, it is not gold.

At least, not perfect gold.

So Buck closed his breath not because he was worried that the flow of information would be too great, he just didn't want to smell it.

Although not afraid, he also wants to take the initiative to suffer.

However, when he entered the stairs leading to the underground floor of the Public Security Department building, he discovered that things had changed.

The air is still turbid, still full of various, large or small micro-particles, exuding a strange and weird smell.

The scorching faint black smoke that seemed to be densely covered with sparks did not dissipate, hovering around in this lifeless building, floating around.

The cold moonlight projected in from the cracks, holes, and holes in the dilapidated buildings, creating a lonely and sad ghost atmosphere.

Under the pale moonlight, these black smoke looked like ghosts who refused to leave, spreading their teeth and claws, which was extremely frightening.

All this is the same as usual, although the moonlight has dimmed a lot because he entered the stairs, and it can even be said that there is only darkness left around him.

However, this is not the reason why he feels abnormal.

The real reason is that after he first entered the stairs, he did not find the clues he wanted for the first time.

After realizing this fact, Buck also frowned, changed his way without hesitation, and began to breathe.

This is not a subconscious reaction after being frightened, but a deliberate decision.

Relying on the golden level keen to the extreme perception and the nuanced absolute control that is almost deeper than the cell level, Buck used his body as a testing instrument and began to test whether the air was abnormal.

Although this method may seem absurd, it is definitely easy to use.

After all, the golden rank fighters' control over their own bodies can completely realize the conversion of human flesh inspection instruments.

Otherwise, Buck couldn't find the clue so quickly.

[There. Fiction 3800

Buck stretched his frowning brows and walked along the clues he felt.

However, Buck at this time had a steady pace, not at all as erratic and random as he was on the ground.

Because at this time he already understood that the methods used by the people who did this kind of thing were more complicated than he thought.

Although judging from the remaining traces here and his speculation about the opponent's technique, the opponent would not be a golden-level transcendent, but he felt that it was better to be cautious.

It’s not that I’m worried about the car overturning, it’s just because I think it’s a bit ugly to capsize in the gutter.

However, beyond his expectation, Buck did not encounter any danger or pitfalls along the way.

He drove straight in like this, and walked to the second basement of the Public Security Department building as if entering no man's land.

The morgue dedicated to the Public Security Department.

In the space of the second underground floor, there is not the slightest light, but only the deepest darkness.

This place is not like the underground floor, with light thrown in from the damaged ground, bringing a faint light, and dispelling the desperate darkness.

At this moment, here and here, there is only darkness, the darkness of despair, the darkness of death.

This darkness is everywhere, wrapping Buck like a tide, like endless sea water, coming from all directions, with great pressure, to drag him into the deadly silent seabed, and let him fall into the abyss forever. Dark.

"Light."

A weird but extremely sacred strange syllable came out of Buck's mouth, and the originally firm and not the slightest fragile space began to resonate here.

In the void, a little light suddenly bloomed.

The light was very small at first, like rice grains, but the next moment it grew stronger against the wind and became huge.

The sacred and pure light suddenly spread, warming the huge second underground floor, covering every inch of darkness, turning this dimly dark place with the slightest light into a sea of ​​light.

Although, Buck is a golden transcendent who rose from the warlord.

But this does not mean that he can only fight and kill like the powerhouses of the Black Iron and Silver Orders, without the slightest singular ability beyond combat.

What he did just now seemed magical, but it was just a little trick.

At the golden level, many things are no longer a problem.

Looking at the surrounding scenery, Buck nodded with great satisfaction, and then, the next moment, the light was hidden a lot.

It was not because of excessive energy consumption, but simply because Buck felt that it was too dazzling and difficult to observe.

Then, he walked in the direction where the remains were originally stored.

However, the place where the victim's body was stored has also become a ruin.

There was only one area of ​​empty space left in front of him, one area was scorched, and nothing else was left.

It seemed that everything was burned out in the surging flames of scarlet blood that seemed to penetrate the sky, and there was no more residue.

However, looking at such a scene, Buck showed no dissatisfaction, but a satisfied smile.

[Here, that's it. 】

Boom!

The violent spirit spread out, madly gathering all the remaining information in this space.

Buck's brain and soul were running at full speed, and they began to process all the information they received, and based on this, deduced what had existed and happened in this space.

At this moment, the space seems to have become still.

The dust and micro-particles in the air began to stagnate, as if frozen for time.

Endless information gathered in Buck's mind and spliced ​​in his soul.

But in an instant, Buck was already in his soul to simulate everything except this space right now.

Then, the still space in his soul seemed to have been pressed the back button.

Time began to flow backwards.

The falling dust began to rise, the surging air recovered along its original trajectory, the scorched ground began to become white, and the broken glass residues flew up and glued to the windows seamlessly...

In Buck's soul, in the space that he fictionalized and deduced by him.

Time began to go backwards, time began to flow backwards, constantly approaching the point in time that caused all of this.

Gradually, the speed of retreat is getting faster and faster, there are more and more things to look back, and the scenery begins to become blurred, leaving only mottled patches of color.

Even the mottled color blocks are not preserved, and they all go back to their origins and become a complex flow of information.

[Stop! 】

Suddenly, Buck stopped the deduction in his soul, saw the gray wall, saw the pale and somewhat strange light, and saw the neatly arranged remains of the victims.

I saw it, the second floor of the dungeon before the change.

He knew that at this time, he had found the right one.

[Start. 】

Taking a deep breath, the spiritual sense blends with the void, and is in harmony with the spirit. With the help of the supernatural premonition after the soul is sublimated, Buck began to fill up the soul space deduced by pure information flow, and pressed the start button.

Boom!

At the moment when the stagnant picture began to flow, a terrifying explosion suddenly burst.

Although all this only happened in the simulated space of Buck's soul ~lightnovelpub.net~, he seemed to be able to really feel the earth-shattering explosion. Hearing the deafening explosion, his expression could not help but become solemn.

The next moment, I saw the body of the victim lying in the morgue in front of Buck's eyes, and a scarlet flame of blood suddenly ignited.

The surging flames of blood burned like a terrifying monster, constantly rising and roaring.

However, in a short time, these blood flames burned out the corpses provided for their birth, broke free from the black remnants, spread in all directions, swallowing all tangible and qualitative things.

Mortuary, wall, floor, load-bearing column, lamp tube...

Everything seems to be just the nourishment of the scarlet blood flame, the prey of those "monsters", which can only be swallowed, burned, unable to resist, and unable to resist, leaving a place after being burned. Ashes.

The scarlet flames of blood burned, turning the entire second underground floor into a sea of ​​flames, burning fiercely.

Under such an attack, the blood flame seemed to have received sufficient supplies, and the more it burned, the more intense the explosion that was originally confined to the second underground floor also exploded again.

The power is amazing and earth-shaking.

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