Holy Calendar 8284, September 23.

Hongshou, who had settled down, took the elderly from his mercenary group and followed a group of residents of Xiguang Society to the place where the barbarians in the northern region were located.

The origin of the barbarians is the Frost Ice Field and the Cold Land, which is almost desperate. Even the most bold adventurers will not set their targets there at will. Only the brave men with ambition to die, the evil people expelled from the mainland, and the Manchus who are even more terrifying than the evil people will live there.

Hongshou has heard many legends about barbarians and ice fields. He also knows well what the concept of bitter cold in the ice field is about minus 200 degrees below the ice field - the aftermath of many ice spells with divine artistic conception is this level. Living in the ice field is equivalent to living in the aftermath of countless ice spells at divine intention level.

However, recently, the red hands standing on the deck of the warship and going deep into the ice field did not feel the biting cold that should have been.

A warm wind was spreading in all directions, and in the middle of the sky that was supposed to be the dark curtain of eternal night, a ball of light that could not be flashing lightning illuminated the world, bringing light to the entire Frost Ice Field.

Without the severe cold, the northern ice fields are not a dangerous place. Even if there are continuous mountains on the outside as barriers and obstacles, they cannot stop the strong people who are determined to open up a path.

Just halfway through the battle and entering the mountains, Hongshou saw many amazing scenes.

He saw a red-haired lady driving a huge steel golem, breaking mountains with explosions and flames, melting rugged cliffs with fire, and opening up a straight road among the winding mountains.

He saw a huge silver warship sailing back and forth between the snow fields, dissolving the ice and snow, solidifying the frozen soil, and casting a black rock avenue among the endless white plains.

All the barbarians, all the demonized people, and all the people who heard the echo and wanted to enter the ice field were moving along this avenue in the mountains and the road between ice and snow.

At the same time, Hongshou also saw many northern barbarians.

These northern barbarians are fully armed. When they encounter people who are not the same clan on weekdays, they will start fighting if they have any disagreements, and they will treat anyone without any false color.

But now, they are the pioneers of guidance. Tribes act as beacons, lit torches, and extended a path of flames among the snow all over the sky, guiding many warships back and forth to move forward in the ice field.

Hongshou has the honor of having seen these people with him before, but in the rumors, they are like demons and only know how to kill barbarians, but they find that as long as they show a kind scene, they are all very peaceful and friendly. They even have their own poetry, and in terms of literary and artistic level, they are not inferior to the best artists in the empire.

Hongshou never knew that he had never tried to understand the barbarians before, and naturally he never understood their thoughts and culture.

He is a demonizer, he has no chance, but what about the others?

Hongshou had already talked with his old brother Cicero, and when they met, they hugged each other tightly, sighing about the changes in the past year.

Red Hand praised Cicero for becoming powerful and following a real strong man. Cicero humbly said that everyone can do what he does, and everyone can learn the skills taught by that adult can learn. With Red Hand's talent, as long as he studies it carefully, he will definitely be stronger than him in the future.

Hongshou expressed doubts about this, and he suffered enough of the pain of not inheritance.

If the demonized person is not surprised, it is impossible for the demonized person to learn any source energy skills from normal channels. Their guiding techniques and their source energy use methods must be obtained from their bloodlines, or they may be obtained from various relics accidentally. In short, there will be no normal strong man in this world who will teach his inheritance to a demonized person.

But facts are better than words. The Red Hand is now heading to the center of the Ice Field to witness the professor explaining his inheritance and principles to everyone in the world.

Soon, they arrived at the center of the ice field, a huge metal hall.

The hall is simple in style, but because it is too huge, it is full of ancient solemnity. Its outer structure is supported by sixteen giant pillars, and its base is rooted in the earth. It has a structure like a tree root that penetrates into the crust and even the depths of the mantle. You can tell at a glance that it is strong and unshakable.

The beams and pillars hundreds of meters high are almost as tall as the peaks, and the sixteen beams and pillars are engraved with various unique source energy skills, densely packed and different.

From major elements to body-building skills, from the secret techniques of specializing in spiritual and soul-summoning natural elves and raising divine trees, all the inheritances that humans once possessed and imagined are engraved on these mountain-like beams and pillars, and anyone can freely refer to and learn freely.

The mere pillars made Hong Hand’s eyes dull and incredible. He could tell at a glance that these inheritances were all false, and all were unfathomable, with superiority and mystery that he could not match the guidance technique he practiced today.

Anyone, who has a little talent for source energy, has the opportunity to achieve the light of his mind as long as they practice these skills. Even demonized people can have the basic strength to resist the erosion of demonized diseases.

After getting off the battleship, in the flat square outside the hall, Hongshou saw a group of neatly lined up.

Among those teams are young demonized people. Most of them are strong, have a long breath, and have strong qi and blood. They train between light and wind and snow, fight each other and engage in actual combat. They start with extremely ruthlessly and have no intention of stopping.

Seeing this scene, Hongshou was shocked. Even if it was the training of their mercenary group, they would be able to reach the peak of sweating. Where could they be trained to the point of blood and bones? You should know that if you are injured in training, you will only need to take ten days and half a month to recover. At that time, you will have to spend time to recover, which is not worth the loss.

But he also saw that under the illumination of the thunder tree in the sky, which looked like an arm, endless vitality turned into blue star chips, hanging towards the injured crowd - in just a few breaths, those injured due to training were healed.

They shook their arms and bodies, and after confirming that there was no problem, they shouted and started the battle again.

Training has reached this point, and it is no different from actual combat.

Hongshou observed it carefully for a while and had to admit that even his own mercenary group, he might not be much better than those trained people in combat performance, and at most he would be more adaptable to various completely different combat environments.

"Huh?! Why, why are there still children?"

And this is the one that surprised Hongshou the most.

In the training team closest to the hall, he saw many children in their early teenage years. Most of these children are demonized people, but they are quite well-organized when they are trained in actual combat, and they are extremely skilled in controlling the origin energy. They are like veterans who have experienced the airport seal.

"That was one of Professor Svetre's first disciples." said a member of the Xiguang Society passing by. She noticed the direction of the red hand staring and explained to him with a smile: "Professor Svetre was originally the dean of an orphanage. Those children were orphans in the orphanage, and they were initially taught by the professor."

"Their strength is very good, and the most powerful ones are already approaching the Heart Light Level."

Hongshou was more than just surprised, he was stunned. He was simply stunned - a teenager began to approach the level of the heart light?

He, an old mercenary who has fought for the rest of his life, is just a high-level Xinguang!

"Look at that one."

Interested in the surprise of the Red Hand, the passerby stopped and explained to him with a smile: "The young man who is taking care of everyone's training and looks very beautiful is one of Svedre's three strongest students, Chief Seneca."

"He has actually reached the level of the Heart Light, but his practice is quite special. He needs to "organize the source energy organs" one by one before he can condense the heart light body and completely enter the level of the Heart Light."

"This method of practice can greatly improve everyone's resistance to source energy erosion. As long as Chief Seneca completes this step, Professor Svetre will summarize the process of his practice and impart it to everyone after optimization, so that all of us can practice according to this method."

Resist source energy erosion and teach it to everyone.

Red Hand could understand every word, but he didn't want to believe it was true... He raised his head and looked at Seneca, the chief disciple who looked comparable to an elf. Red Hand could even sense a dangerous aura from the beauty who looked even more beautiful than the imperial princess.

This shows that although Seneca's strength is not as strong as him, it can already pose some threat to him.

An ordinary demonizer who has only been practicing for more than a year can pose a threat to a demonizer mercenary who has fought for a lifetime...

“No need to be depressed.”

One hand stretched out and patted the shoulders of the somewhat lost red hand. The resident of the Xiguang Society smiled. She said cheerfully: "After all, it's just that their practice is better than you and me."

"But look, all the essence of practice is engraved on the beams and pillars of the hall. The practices of Seneca and several other chief disciples are also on it. As long as they are suitable, you can practice!"

——Everyone can practice, regardless of race or class.

This resident of the association used the clearest and clearest sentence to inform Hongshou of the core concept of Xiguang association.

The red hand calmed down slightly.

The mercenary with a somewhat old face couldn't help but look up and look around the hall.

The three most powerful students under Professor Svetre are Seneca, Loya and Gasha.

For these three disciples, Seneca is actually the lowest, but his personality is the safest. He has always followed the professor and managed other children from the orphanage at the beginning.

Some people say that Seneca is the heir chosen by Svedre. Although it is just a rumor, its credibility is not low.

The other two chief disciples, Loya, followed another strong man around Professor Svetre, and Master Suiguang from the Zhuguang Cultivation Group to go to the headquarters of the Zhuguang Cultivation Group for notice and discussion. Professor Svetre is willing to share many secret techniques with the Zhuguang Cultivation Group, provided that the Zhuguang Cultivation Group also has to make its skills public.

Both sides should be open and honest and face the disaster that threatens the entire design together.

Among all the disciples, Jiasha, the strongest, is now patrolling the entire ice field with the Chuyao battleship.

They did not drive away those source-energy beasts. As long as the wise source-energy beasts are willing to cooperate, the professor is willing to educate them so that these beasts called barbaric can also share the light of civilization.

There is no difference in teaching, and the journey of the great way.

After knowing the actions of these Svetre disciples, Hongzhang no longer had any jealousy in his heart. He just sighed, feeling that their teachers did teach them carefully, and that they were excellent enough as disciples to take on such a great task.

Moreover, most importantly, the oldest of these children, Seneca, was only less than seventeen years old, while the youngest of Loa was only 145 years old.

When they reach the age of twenty, wouldn’t they all break through the ultimate will and even reach the threshold of the disaster situation?

In another ten years, the orphans under Professor Svedrey will probably be all powerful people in the disaster realm?

Although it was incredible, when Hongshou thought that there was indeed such a possibility, he couldn't help but scare himself.

If there were disasters all over the family, no matter how powerful the Asmodai Empire was, it would not be possible to fight against groups of human-shaped natural disasters.

Even if the Sun Emperor is really powerful enough to be incomparable to the most powerful people in the disaster realm of all generations, then there is an incredible Professor Svedre, who is equally strong and incredible. No matter how you think about it, the outcome has been decided.

At least, with the strength of the current Asmodai Empire, it is impossible to defeat that future.

He walked along the way with everyone in the mercenary group, and finally, Hongshou followed the silent crowd and entered the metal hall with reverence.

The main hall is nameless, and Professor Svetre did not name it, but according to the members of the Xiguang Society beside him, they called this hall the missionary hall.

Standing at the center of the northern ice field, at the extreme of the world, the interior of the mission hall is as warm as spring.

As soon as they entered it, gentle light lingered all over their bodies, fatigue and hunger disappeared, and the demonized people led by the red hand even subconsciously straightened their spines. They felt that all the pain caused by the erosion of the source energy disappeared, and the deep soul, the hot sting and twisting feeling disappeared instantly, as if they were driven away.

This was not an illusion, because when the popular hand raised his arm, which was no longer entangled with pain as if burned by flames, he was shocked to see wisps of black smoke scattered out of his arm.

Those chaotic souls and twisted source substances all separated from his body.

Although his strength will decline in a short period of time, his real combat power will be improved more than a few times?

The red hand was even confused for a moment - the pain that had been entangled with him for decades disappeared in an instant, which left him without even a little bit of defense.

And in this confused state, Hongshou was brought into the interior of the hall by his excited companions.

It was an incredibly spacious lecture hall.

It is far larger than the Empire Arena, which can accommodate 100,000 people and hundreds of thousands of people sitting at the same time, almost full of people. Because everyone in the hall will not be hungry and tired, the hall is silent, just waiting quietly.

Waiting, in the middle of the lecture hall, the white-haired old man spoke.

Under the guidance of a ray of light, Hongshou and others sat in their seats, and they also became silent and waited.

Time passes, maybe it's long, maybe it's a moment.

【today.】
To be continued...