blueteamnovel Chapter 3936 Hunquan
Chapter 3936 Hunquan
Chapter 3936 Hunquan
Outside, the night is almost coming to an end. The morning star is about to break the shackles of darkness.
In the experimental workshop, Ingres and Benber experienced failure again.
At this time, the ghost flame was like a candle in the wind.
Fortunately, Ben Bo noticed it in time and replenished its aggregation energy, allowing it to glow with new flames again.
But even if the flame was rekindled, the sense of eeriness given by the ghostly flame did not disappear.
Obviously, after a day and a night of full-scale refining, even Youyan was a little dazed.
Not only the ghost flame, the light emitted by the Olha steel on the experimental table was also retracted to the limit, leaving only a thin layer of faint light.
No matter how excellent Olha Steel is, after being enchanted and recast more than ten or twenty times, its potential is almost exhausted.
"We can't keep going on like this." Ben Bo sighed, "Let's do this, this is the last time. If it still doesn't work, we'll try again another day."
Angel nodded.
He looked calm on the surface, but actually he felt a little tired inside.
Moreover, it was almost dawn and the Secret Waters would be connected with the Companion Lake again, and he would need to make some arrangements by then.
"I was the one who selected the auxiliary materials each time before. Since we have decided on the last time, I will leave this time's selection to you." Ben Bo said this and joked, "You can find a way out for the various tribes in the Mirror Domain under the threat of the Disaster Puppet. Maybe you can also bring about a miracle in this selection."
Angel: "The two are not comparable. Besides, I am not creating miracles, I am just following the trend."
Having said that, under Ben's instigation, Angle began to select the final auxiliary materials.
Naples brought a lot of auxiliary materials, which were now placed in a transparent grid on the side of the laboratory table.
Dozens of transparent grids are stacked together, and each grid contains a piece of auxiliary material.
These transparent grids were created by Angell using magic while he was sitting and waiting. The auxiliary materials were also sorted and placed in the grids by Angell.
Therefore, Ingres was very familiar with these auxiliary materials.
He walked around the wall cabinet made of stacked transparent grids, and finally, with a slight flick of his hand, an inconspicuous transparent grid appeared out of thin air.
"That's it."
Seeing that Ingres had made a decision, Benbo looked over curiously, wanting to see which auxiliary material Ingres would choose.
There was only a gray rag in the transparent grid.
Blue lines can be seen faintly on the rag. These lines are not energy lines, but patterns painted with paint.
"This looks like the face curtain of the Ersi tribe?" Benbo opened the transparent lattice and took out the rag.
Two porcelain-white hands unfolded the rag, and what appeared before their eyes was a square piece of cloth with a pattern of a turbid mountain spring and two faint bloodstains on it.
It turned out to be the face curtain of the Ersi tribe, which is also a face-covering cloth.
According to the rules of the Ersi tribe, their name is determined by the pattern on the face curtain. This face curtain is painted with a turbid mountain spring, so the owner of this face curtain is most likely called "Hunquan".
Hunquan? Benbo recalled that when he came to Napoli before, he said in order to gain sympathy, "When I was looking for relics in Hunquan's house, I was punched by Hunquan's brother Duanque."
If nothing unexpected happens, this face curtain is the relic of Hunquan that was obtained in exchange for a punch.
"I remember that Hunquan was once a hero of the Ersi tribe, but he seemed to have fallen later and was sentenced to death by the Ersi court."
Ben Bo looked at the curtain in his hand and said, "However, for the Feiersi people, Hunquan is not considered corrupt. He just has a friend from the Rongshi tribe."
"Although the Ersi and Rongshi tribes are enemies, they actually have many opportunities to cooperate. It is not difficult to understand that they become friends during cooperation."
"Just because of a friend from a hostile force, a hero in the tribe was executed. I guess there are some unknown stories behind this..."
Because it is said that Hunquan shed tears of blood before he was executed.
The two bloodstains on the face curtain are evidence of blood and tears.
She was crying bloody tears, and her emotions must have reached the extreme. It was because Naples heard the news that he went out of his way to find this face curtain.
"It seems that Hunquan's death may have been framed by someone, which caused him to die extremely aggrieved... Then it is very likely that emotional memories remain in the relics." Benbo looked at Angel: "You should have chosen this curtain because of this, right?"
Angel was silent for a moment and nodded: "...Yes."
This is certainly not the case.
Ingres knew nothing about the story of Hunquan.
The reason why he chose the Hunquan face curtain was simply because it was a piece of cloth, which could be melted and forged faster than other auxiliary materials.
This also allows him to "get off work" earlier.
However, these words cannot be told to Ben Bo. The question is: there is something strange about Hunquan’s death.
……
Hunquan's veil was handed over to Youyan.
Youyan seemed to know that this was the last smelting today and the efficiency would be much faster than before.
In addition, the face curtain was still "cloth" after all, and it did not last long before it turned into strands of flaming silk threads. These threads weaved out a chip slot on the "messy" Olha steel shell that had been melted.
The whole thing took less than three minutes.
Bumble and Angel returned to the experimental table.
"It's pretty fast this time..." Benbo muttered, turning to look at Angel: "Shall we start?"
Angel nodded and cast a spell in the chip slot very skillfully.
The enchantment is over, and I return to the reception room outside temporarily.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, the smelting at Youyan's end was over again. As usual, Angel needed to go over to check the results of the enchantment.
Every time we reached this step before, there were no accidents and we directly recast it.
This time, no matter if there are any accidents or not, there is no need to recast it. After all, it is the last time.
"If this time it doesn't work, I'll just shape something randomly." Ben Bo thought for a moment and said, "How about shaping it into the shape of my eyes? I'll give it to Pu Fan as a souvenir."
"Pu Fan?" Angel asked curiously as he followed Benbo to the experimental table.
"My other incarnation has a bad relationship with me." Benbo laughed strangely.
Angel: "..."
Because they don't get along, so you just give it a big eyeball?
Is this to disgust it? If it is disgusting, then doesn't that mean you are admitting that you are disgusting?
Angel wanted to complain in his heart, but in the end he kept silent.
Just shape the eyes. There is no need to think too much about it. Besides, with Benbo as the "model" by your side, the shaping process will definitely be fast.
Just in time, the hard work of the day can be ended after the shaping is completed.
Angel came to the experimental table and prepared to start shaping, but when he saw the lump of Olha steel on the experimental table that looked like "colorful slime", his expression suddenly froze.
No, why is there an extra line?
I saw that there was a small patch of dark patterns on the place where he had enchanted before. At first glance, these patterns seemed to be the "Colorful Slime" itself, but when I looked closely, I found that they were almost exactly the same as the patterns of the Nightmare enchantment next to it.
It’s just that the patterns of the Nightmare enchantment are “bright patterns”, while this one is “dark patterns”.
This situation had occurred before when Angel was refining Sorrow.
Could it be——
Angel's pupils shrank and he had a guess in his mind.
Benbo next to him was still muttering about Pu Fan's possible reaction when he received the eye shaping: "Whenever he logs into Dream Crystal Origin, he will have to see my eyes. My eyes will accompany him online and become his nightmare!"
"When I think about this development, I can't help but want to write a script to celebrate it."
Angell: "Is it possible that it doesn't need to use the eyeball login, and can choose other logins. After all, logins are very cheap now."
Ben Bo was stunned: "..."
Angel: "Also, I think there's no chance of shaping the eyeball today..."
Benbo: “Huh?”
Benbo didn't react at first, but after a moment he suddenly realized something, and the horizontal lines in his pupils turned into trembling waves!
"Do you mean...?"
Angel nodded: "If nothing unexpected happens, [Emotional Drainage] will appear."
Benbo's eyes burst into intense joy, and he wanted to express something, but Angel interrupted him and said, "Whether the characteristics are manifested or not depends on whether I can see the corresponding emotional memory."
Benbo suppressed his excitement and said, "Okay, you watch first. I will talk to the main body about the situation here."
Angel nodded, his eyes fixed on the quiet dark pattern extending from the pattern of the nightmare enchantment.
Whether there will be any feedback on emotional memory depends on this time.
Angel controlled his mental power and slowly explored the dark patterns.
At the moment when his mental power touched the dark pattern, a familiar feeling of detachment appeared, and Angel felt as if his thoughts were being detached from his body.
Then it sank into the silent deep sea.
My consciousness keeps sinking...sinking...
Throughout the whole process, Angel could easily break free and regain his consciousness, but he had a vague feeling that once he broke free, this "deep sea" would also break, and this break would be irreversible.
In other words, after Angel broke free, this [Emotional Absorption] was equivalent to a failure.
Not to mention the subsequent [return of love].
Therefore, during the sinking process, Angel did not dare to move at all, and let the "current" and "undercurrent" push him into the unknown abyss...
He didn't know how long he had been sinking. When Angel found that he was surrounded by misty fog, he knew that he had entered the memory space.
However, compared to Flamingo’s previous memories, the fog here is obviously thicker.
Although this was only the second time that Angel came to the memory space, a lot of information was like inspiration, and he could vaguely know it as long as he came into contact with it.
For example, the fog around us, if nothing unexpected happens, should be the "wear and tear" of the memory space.
The newer the memory space, the less fog there is around it.
On the contrary, the longer the time goes, the more fog there is.
This is just like the memory of ordinary people. For things that just happened, the memory is very clear, and even some details can be remembered; but if it is a long-term memory, it is already good enough to be able to remember the main body.
Similarly, the same is true for memory space. The longer the time is, the more it will wear away until it completely disappears.
"It seems that it is better to choose the latest relics. In this way, the memory space will at least be clearer?" Angel thought to himself.
Then he looked around at the fog.
If nothing unexpected happens, the main body of the memory space will appear soon.
Sure enough, a moment later, Angel saw a vague outline behind the fog in front of him.
A huge figure, in a space that was about to break apart, was confronting another shadow.
Because the fog was too thick, the picture was extremely unclear, but one of the figures should be "Hunquan" of the Ersi tribe. As for the other figure, he looked like a member of the Rongshi tribe.
They seemed to be talking about something, but Angel couldn't hear clearly.
This also made Ingres realize that the thicker the fog, not only would the picture become more difficult to see, but even the voices would become vague.
Fortunately, although he couldn't hear their conversation clearly, from the picture, Angle could still vaguely guess some of the story's threads...
The scene kept changing, but the protagonists were still Hunquan and a member of the Rongshi tribe. Because this Rongshi tribe member had a purple gem between his eyebrows, let's call it "Purple" for now.
Hunquan and Zi seemed to have met in the mirror space many times. One wanted to maintain the stability of the mirror space, while the other wanted to break the space to create gems, which naturally formed an opposition.
Moreover, perhaps they were of the same generation and the mirror spaces they frequently visited were also similar, which led to their encounters being very frequent.
However, from the current images, Hunquan and Zi are completely enemies.
But as the battle went on, the relationship between the two seemed to have some subtle changes.
Not love.
It's more like a mutual respect between heroes.
Even though we are enemies, it doesn't mean that our souls cannot resonate with each other.
At least from the current scene, Angel saw a pair of enemies fighting, and his souls resonated with each other.
However, this did not make them go easy on each other. They would still kill each other when they met. They even had a consensus: they must kill each other or die at the hands of the other.
But in the end, Zi died first, not at the hands of Hunquan, but in the internal strife of the Rongshi clan.
Coincidentally, Hunquan met Zi who was about to die.
Before Zi died, he gave the purple gem on his forehead to Hunquan, hoping that he could take it to the Kingdom of Rongshi and give it to Zi's brother.
Hunquan agreed.
But it was precisely because of this incident that Hunquan fell into an irretrievable situation.
…Somehow, this matter got out.
Even though Hunquan was a hero, his collusion with the enemy still aroused public outrage. Most importantly, the identity of "Zi" seemed a little subtle, and the Rongshi tribe and the Ersi tribe had many conversations.
Angle was not sure what the conversation was about, but the final result was...
Hunquan was made a target, pushed to the forefront, and sentenced to death.