It was February, and Dilno City was still at the intersection of winter and early spring.

Although the temperature in Dilno City is milder than that in the northern region during the same period, without the biting cold wind.

But according to common sense, the streets of Dirno City should not be such a noisy and lively atmosphere at this time.

After all, it is not until the time comes, and the cold winter has not yet passed. Although there is a bit of spring, the climate outside is still not suitable for long-term movement.

However, the noisy crowds walking on the street at this time did not consider this issue at all.

When facing a life-threatening danger, how many people can stay calm and calm can really be seen when the time comes.

Besides, even if someone can keep calm and maintain the right reason when he faces such dangers, how long can he stay sober when he is surrounded by a mob who has lost his ability to think about himself?

Alan sat quietly in the courtyard, his strong spirit spreading in the air, listening to the sounds sent by the breeze.

After more than ten minutes of rest, Allen was already out of that tired state.

Moreover, after drinking a high-level [Healing Potion] in time, Allen's fatigue has been greatly relieved.

To be honest, this usage is a bit of a waste of resources.

After all, Allen's injuries were not serious, or rather, Allen was not hurt.

Allen is more physical and mental exhaustion, and is a negative effect brought by the state of [weakness].

In this case, it is actually enough to take a break and there is no need to consume precious potions.

But there is nothing to do.

Allen knew his situation at that time, and to put it bluntly, Allen was a paper tiger at that time.

It would be fine if Buck and the others didn't leave, but he could also use the other party's protection to paddle.

But as soon as Buck left, he had to shoulder the burden of protecting both Renard and Austin.

Although Allen was confident that even if there were any monsters, after sensing the terrifying power of the sword before Allen and the sacred majesty that Buck had, he would definitely stay away from this place wisely, so as not to end up in ashes.

But if you are not afraid of ten thousand, you are afraid of if you are not afraid of it. If some stupid guy hits him head-on and sees through Allen's reality, then the fun will be great.

So, even if Austin and Renard can come out in less than half an hour, Allen dares not bet on the possibility of being in a million.

Compared with the possibility of extremely low probability but extremely risky, a high-quality [curing potion] is simply a good deal.

Besides, even after Austin and Renard came out, Allen would not be able to rest immediately. After all, they had other things to be busy with.

If you don't drink potions to speed up recovery and let Allen recover slowly, you will probably have to rest for at least one day or fall asleep.

If you calculate this, it will be extremely correct for Allen to use the potion.

This is not considered to be Allen's own decision, nor is it considered to be flexible and flexible.

Because when Austin asked him and Renard to go south to help, he had already given Allen the corresponding authority.

To be honest, compared to the wartime rations Austin gave Allen, a mere bottle of high-level [Healing Potion] is nothing.

The vigorous branches were like swords that stretched across the sky, extending to the sky above Alan's head, and the branches bloomed with scattered green buds were full of vitality, blocking Alan's light and casting a large mottled shadow.

And in this shadow, Alan sat on the stone bench, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

But unlike ordinary people who are sleeping like chickens pecking at rice, Allen's back is straight, like a javelin, and the index finger of his right hand is still knocking out an unsystematic rhythm on the long knife that has been sheathed.

The sound is extremely subtle, like a breeze blowing across the lake, rippling layers; it is like heavy rain falling from the sky, composeing a masterpiece in the world. It is both gentle and bursting, both light and urgent, contradictory and unified, chaotic and orderly.

Gradually, even Alan himself was immersed in this strange rhythm.

The index finger tapped lightly, as if thunder fell into the sky, hitting the sky between the sky and the long sword returning to the sheath made a clear tremor.

This sound seems to be in harmony with the heaven and earth, and each sound is incompatible with the invisible existence and resonates with the chaotic void.

The space around Allen's body was rippling, like a stone falling into the water. The water waves were rippling, and the beauty was endless.

However, in such beauty, there is an extremely terrifying murderous intent and a danger on the verge of life and death.

At this time, every inch of space in the small courtyard where Allen was in, began to fluctuate and began to tremble. If someone accidentally stepped into this field, these seemingly gentle ripples would turn into violent and domineering space turbulence in the next moment, crushing all enemies who dared to invade into powder.

This is an extremely terrifying vision, and it is also an existence that exceeds the limits of the imagination of ordinary transcendents.

To be honest, it is beyond common sense that Allen was able to create such a grand scene.

After all, no matter how powerful and terrifying Alan was before, he had to rush all his energy and blood, and his combat power could shake the void.

If you need to cut through the space with one sword and see the void, you must have Allen slashing with all your strength to do this.

This full strength is not only the full strength of the body's qi and blood, but also the condensation of spiritual and will. Of course, it would be even better if [Bloodbreak] can be activated for a period of time.

Although this kind of power is astonishing, it can still be explained and theoretical support can be found.

But now, Alan just sat there, tapping his index finger at the long knife, creating such a terrifying scene.

This situation really makes people wonder what to say.

After all, until now, Allen has not truly achieved glorious silver.

The breeze caresses gently, bringing noise in the distance and loneliness in the alley.

But no matter what it is, Allen has no sense of perception.

At this time, Allen seemed to be in an extremely wonderful situation, his body was filled with blood and rushing like a big river, making a rumbling sound.

Blood as heavy as lead and mercury flows continuously in the blood vessels, providing rich nutrients to every part of the body. Bright red blood beads like gems roll in the blood vessels, making a crisp sound like jade beads rolling on hard disks.

The blood beads as round as gems rolled in the body, spreading throughout Allen's entire body, reaching every inch of skin and every inch of flesh and blood.

And wherever you go, the blood beads are like spring rain falling into the earth, and quietly disappearing from the spot.

No, I can't say it silently, because as the blood beads disappeared, the surrounding flesh, muscles and bones seemed to be moistened, becoming more crystal clear and bright, and bursting with a faint light.

Allen's body seemed to be transforming, evolving, and producing some kind of rising and incredible change.

Flesh, skin, muscles, bones, tendons, veins,...

Every place and every point are sublimating and moving towards a higher level.

However, such changes are not without cost.

At some point, Alan's breathing method had changed from regaining his energy and nourishing his spirit to a posture of absorbing magical particles in the air.

The magical particles that were originally wandering in the air seemed to see honey bees rushing in crazily, rushing to enter Allen's body.

The rapid changes of magical particles are related to the material world, causing a burst of rapid storms.

The strong wind that was rising from the spot expanded, and in just a few breaths, a small tornado that could be seen in the naked eye had already formed.

The small tornado wrapped Allen in it and spread rapidly in all directions.

The dead branches and leaves scattered on the ground were absorbed by terrifying forces and turned into part of the tornado.

The tough branches of the sword also surrendered under such power, were oppressed by such strong winds, and bent into what they hated.

Then, with a crisp click, he was forced to leave his original place and mix into the complex wind.

The wind surging, roaring like a dragon.

Seeing that all this was about to get out of control, a light blue light shield suddenly rose from the courtyard, bounding the strong wind that was about to reach the edge of the courtyard, pressing the bursting "wild horse" back to its original road.

Buzz!

The magic circle buzzed, and the magic energy bases buried underground were running wildly, providing surging magic energy to compete with the terrifying wind direction.

However, although this magic array blocks internal and external fluctuations and blocks the perception of the inside of the outside world.

However, Austin, who went south with Alan and the others, was still living in this big yard, could sense the existence of the waves of this magic circle.

However, although they were excited and even guessed what was happening in the courtyard, they had no intention of going up to check it out.

Because at the beginning, they were entrusted by Austin, and when he disappeared, everything was followed by Allen's arrangements.

When Buck and the others arrived, Allen told others not to come to him without his call.

Therefore, although the magic array was buzzing at this time, they could only see the magic array. As for what happened in it, they were not clear.

And although they were not directly informed of the relevant matters, the elites who were discovered by Austin from Gria City and cultivated by them still guessed what Austin was preparing for.

Therefore, they just showed a decisive expression, then became vigilant, and continued to strengthen patrol and guard against the courtyard.

Fortunately, they did not enter rashly, otherwise Allen's insight would have been abandoned halfway.

However, although Allen was not disturbed by others, Allen's situation was not safe at this time.

Allen's skin lived up to its former crystal clearness, cracking faintly, flowing with abnormal grayish-white colors.

Through the cracked skin, you can even see Allen's blood vessels. However, unlike the usual blood vessels that are as hard as steel and as ruddy as blood jade, the blood vessels are wrinkled with faint wrinkles at this time, which live up to the smoothness of the past and exudes a sense of decay and decay.

Not only the skin and blood vessels, muscles, bones, big tendons, blood, internal organs...

At this time, they all seemed to have withered, revealing a decayed aura. Not only is it not as magical as before when the transformation began, but it is far inferior to the original exhausted scene.

At this time, Allen also faintly sensed the deterioration of his body. The spirit that was originally condensed in the body and the will that spread outside the body began to tremble slightly.

Although it is a good thing to break through the realm and sublimate the essence of life, if you don’t grasp the size well, it is a bad thing.

After all, too much is too little.

However, it is impossible to make Allen give up the opportunity to break through easily. After all, this kind of sudden opportunity is so rare.
To be continued...