Chapter 93 Who is laughing?

Chapter 93 Who is laughing?

"I want to use the reward from this duel in exchange for basic knowledge of the secret world, such as information about the major secret forces in the world today, the characteristics and weaknesses of various types of secret messengers, the styles and characteristics of mainstream magic tools, etc. information."

"Are you actually just planning to exchange for common sense information..."

Of course, Yannings did not forget that the moth phase duelist in front of him, whose real strength had probably reached the second level or above, was actually a semi-monk, with no family inheritance, no religious sect professor, and no knowledgeable person. Guide.

This is not the first time that he has received such self-exploring secret transmitters. However, most of the new people he has come into contact with in the past have felt the mysterious power beyond common sense in the secret transmission, and the desires in his heart have increased and become even more uncontrollable. Desire for forbidden knowledge, crazy pursuit of deeper forbidden knowledge.

Yannings does not think that these newcomers are ignorant or short-sighted. It is not easy for mortals to be lucky enough to come into contact with the secrets under the surface of the world, to come into contact with the power that can turn the world around, to abandon everything and continue to pursue it regardless of their own safety... This is In line with conventional practice.

It should be noted that knowledge is power and power is knowledge!

Beginners of secret transmission should focus on climbing upwards. Only when the power in their hands is strong enough can they be qualified to consider other things.

Only members/reservists of the Grand Order, members of the forces who control a safe path, will ask the club for rewards other than worldly money and forbidden knowledge items after winning the first duel... just like the complete throat bone just now The lion-faced man was shattered and even his spinal nerves were twisted and alienated. The opponent was a reserve member of a mysterious military organization with a long history in Great Britain.

However, Yannings can also deduce from the performance of John in front of him that he has at least the second level of Moth Secret Transmission, and there should be someone standing behind the opponent to lead the way.

London, Moth Hunter... It seems that John's guide is most likely the man from the Shedding Club!

Seeing that Yannings had not replied, Watson asked: "Mr. Yannings, do you have any questions? Or is my reward for this competition not enough to exchange for this information?"

Yannings thought he had deduced the identity of the person behind John, and the false smile on his face became even more enthusiastic.

"Of course, no problem! According to the amount of bets before the game, Mr. John, your prize for this duel is worth two bronze coins, which is enough to exchange for the basic intelligence information you want." He continued: "I would like to trouble you first. Take a moment here and I will go get the corresponding information for you."

"Okay, thanks."

After Yannings left, Watson began to calm down and examine the changes in his soul.

After the moth inside the skull drank the cup of phase, only the secret scriptures of the moth and the blade remained in his soul body... The moth phase that penetrated the intestines and stomach occupied the head position of the soul body, but had not yet condensed into a specific phase. The secret scriptures of the blade are wrapped around the heart of the soul body.

It seems that only less than half of the secret scriptures of the blade were originally decrypted. It seems that because the lion-faced man was an opponent who practiced blade skills, he drew a lot of power of principles from the death of the opponent. The decryption progress can be said to be rapid. At this moment, it has suddenly It is completely decrypted to perfection.

At the moment when the lion-faced man fell, the blade-like scriptures trembled violently and shook off the rusty secret shell, revealing metal fragments with sharp light flowing inside. The fragments circled and merged, turning into a The blade has a sharp and slender handle, shaped like a bayonet mounted under the barrel of a gun.

The bayonet shook and screamed, seeming to sing an epic poem of courage.

But it's not just the blade that has changed, even the moth inside the skull seems to have undergone some kind of change.

Just now, Watson punched the lion-faced man in the throat several times, but the tip of his fist was curled like a shovel. In fact, besides pure kinetic energy, it also contained other forces... It was the scale powder scattered by the moth inside the skull during its free time. , which is the magic power of the moth phase.

After he was promoted to the second level from The Secret of the Moth, what he gained from that weird and bizarre illusion was not only an unusually strong body and an increasingly sharp vision, but also some knowledge that was difficult to explain but could be easily grasped... That was about The secret method to activate the power of the moth phase.

Just as the lion-faced man was charging towards him, Watson had already sensed that the opponent's collision was bound to contain terrifying power, but the only reason he dared not dodge was because of the strange secret method inside his skull. He used his mind to activate it. The moth inside the skull vibrated its scale wings, and dots of broken scales spread along his pupils into the waking world.

The crumbs of scales are formless and invisible. They are not real objects and do not need to follow the restrictions of physical rules. They are as fast as whims, as sinister as malicious tricks, and as hidden as the longing in the heart... In an instant, they are already stuck to the lion. The skin of the masked man's thighs peeled off his skin, corroding his flesh and blood, deceiving his senses and making him forget about his legs.

It should be noted that the strength starts from the ground, and the muscles of the legs and feet have been eaten away by termites, so how can one exert strength?

The lion-faced man could keep sprinting all the way without falling to his knees, so his physical strength was far beyond that of ordinary people.

Then Watson repeated his old trick, transmitting the magic power of the moth-like scales into the opponent's body through the tip of his fist, corroding and twisting the opponent's arteries and spinal nerves, twisting and breaking the blood vessels and nerves, ensuring the opponent's complete death.

At that time, he watched the young lion fall with a frightening expression on his face, and the auditory hallucination-like whisper sounded in his ears again, "Tsk, what a weak little lion...the quality of the meat must be very poor, in terms of taste, or... The newly transformed golden lion looks like a human but not a lion, and it has the aroma of flesh and blood and the texture of metal. It tastes really good!"

At the same time, a certain taste of reminiscing about the past also began to appear in the depths of his mind. It was the taste of sharp teeth chewing fibers as tough as iron, and the sweetness fed back by the taste buds on the tip of the two tongues with three flaps... He seemed to taste it. The fragrance of blood, the taste of iron and the sharp tingling sensation.

This made him unconsciously lick his tongue and lick the canines that seemed to be getting sharper. His face was hidden under the mask and no specific expression could be seen, but the waiting room began to reverberate with weird laughter filled with evil taste.

Hehe, hehehe...

Watson woke up instantly. This time he finally captured the source of the laughter. This weird laughter did not come from the outside world, nor from his vocal cords, but from within him...from the moth inside his skull. The flutter of wings!

At this moment, he was sitting on the seat in the waiting room of the club, staring intently at the moth curled up like a pupa in his skull, and couldn't help but murmur to himself in his mind:

"who are you?"