Chapter 127: .Intermittent

Near noon, Eamon leaned against the outer wall of the entrance of the lounge, looking at the two figures jumping on the front ring, seemingly focused, but in fact, he had already sent his thoughts to the sky.
Gloria took advantage of the time he was waiting to play, and had already sat on the big cat that Kony had transformed into, and rushed back to the workshop to make an advertising cloak. At this moment, he was standing alone under the scorching sun, the golden light scalded his skin, but it was difficult to let the burning sensation go further. He could only vaporize the blood potion remaining on his body that was difficult to wash away, and diffuse into one. A pungent smell.
This strange smell was exactly the same as the red mist released by Melunie when he was duel, making him feel quite anxious in his heart-this feeling usually only appeared when he finished cooking a good meal, but no one came to support him. Case.
Just imagine, after sprinkling the special spices prepared by hand, the meat skewers kneaded into pellets slowly turn golden under charcoal fire. Zizi Youxing is mixed with the dry safflower that is unique to the desert, and the fragrance is gently swayed in the night breeze. , Enough to reach kilometers away. However, no one can smell this intoxicating aroma, no one will ask for a sip, and no one is willing to praise his proud craftsmanship, or even criticize a few words... This is more than ten thousand ants scratching his heart. unbearable!
At this moment, this untimely impulse is particularly difficult to suppress: the final is underway, how can he leave the court without permission to do a few barbecues and have been addicted? As soon as he thought of this, he felt that the anxiety in his heart became more and more intolerable, and even made him a little restless, so he simply walked out of the dim lounge and leaned against the wall to bask in the sun. By the way, he turned his attention away by judging the competition of the other contestants.
After several rounds of hard competition, the atmosphere in the arena has been heated up, and the cold scene like that just now has disappeared. The radio sound with electronic noise was mixed with the cheers and laughter of the audience, like a ball of churning miscellaneous soup rushing into his ears, and even his eardrums were filled with soreness.
He actually doesn't like such a noisy place, but if he wants to seriously find a good opponent to practice swordsmanship, the entire Rock City is probably the only place to choose from-unless the admiral who retreats in the cliff castle Is willing to condescend and invite him to try his skills at the legion exercise field.
Speaking of the Red Lion Salerno, Eamon remembered what Leah and the others talked about at the dinner party last night, the Lord's incarnation Hongyun suppressed the audience. Since he got his foothold in Rock City, he has never seen Salerno personally take action. Judging from the astonishing momentum as yesterday, this monk is probably not far from achieving the Flame Body and ascending the lord's position. Up.
Lord Rank... His diverging consciousness suddenly stopped, and he glanced up at the sky thoughtfully. The dazzling golden fireball reflected in his dark red eyes, like a pulsating light, indicating the unstable fluctuations under the indifferent expression.
He looked directly at the fire in the blue sky, and imagined how he would deal with it if his opponent was completely transformed into a ball of fire like the sun, how he would crack the omnipresent heat of terror... He wanted to be fascinated. It wasn't until another horn was blown that he instantly regained his senses, and looked back on the stage like a reflection, only to see a spear warrior in heavy armor stepping onto the ring.
Staring directly at the sun for a long time did not have any effect on Eamon's eyes. He instantly recognized the samurai, who was the foreigner "Mittel" who had impressed him during the preliminaries. Leah originally called him "Black Iron Bull", but this person actually changed his armor today, the color is closer to iron gray, and a huge energy chip is embedded in his chest, which shines brightly under the sun and flickers. .
What a luxury... This is probably the sigh that everyone can't help but sigh after seeing this gun warrior today.
Eamon lives in the "Carlo" workshop on weekdays, so he knows the price of customized power armor, not to mention two completely different sets of armor. Although this kind of special armor can be said to be invulnerable to fire and water, even a mortal who is completely powerless can control it freely, but in front of high-level cultivators, it can't be regarded as much defense bonus. Therefore, most people who are willing to spend a lot of money to buy this kind of armor are wealthy businessmen who only seek safety. Even as a mortal, as long as he wears the armor, he is hardly hurt by ordinary people.
It's just that this samurai wields a long-gun with mellow tactics, such as finger-arms. Obviously, he has worked spears and is not a mediocre person. Why should he choose such an armor whose cost and profit are not proportional? His cautious gaze stopped for a second at the golden shimmering tip of the heavy gun, and he looked at the other contestant who was standing on the opposite side, feeling that his eyes were shining even more.
That was also a heavily armored warrior, wearing a snow-white armor with gold patterns, and a bright gold sun emblem painted on his chest. The same white cloak embroidered with gold patterns wrapped around the sides of his body, with a handle inlaid in his right hand. The silver short hammer of the big magic stone with fist. The same strange foreigner did not wear a helmet, and showed neat gray-blue short hair, lined his white face, looking from a distance against the light, it looked like a ball of blue ice needles on a pile of pure white snow.
The sign of the sun... The man dressed up like an ancient church knight, but after thinking about it for a long time, Eamon didn't find any deity with the sun as the sign. It was probably a secret sect... He didn't care either. Seeing that the game hadn't started, he glanced at the audience again.
The "Ice Bears" team stood in the front row stand not far away, each holding their wine glasses and talking in low voices. From time to time, the audience from the back crowded up to say hello. By the way, they took out their own container and smiled and took some cold ale from the big wooden barrel beside them. The action was natural, not thinking that this would cause dissatisfaction, as if that barrel The word "free" is posted on it.
He stared straight at the half-person high wine barrel, somehow he felt a little thirsty, and his heart was itchy. The female lord quickly noticed his gaze, thinking that he wanted to say hello, she raised her glass and smiled to greet him. He still didn't say a word, his eyes paused on the barrel for another two seconds, and then he slowly looked away.
Go back to the room to eat something? Eamon remembered the special luxurious bento that Leah had prepared for him in the morning, and was hesitating whether to wait for her to come back and eat together. He felt a commotion outside the gate of the arena in front of him, and subconsciously glanced there.
The crowd of people did not know when to evade a passage, two rows of armored puppet soldiers escorted a young man in a black bachelor's robes into the arena slowly, filling in like ice water everywhere they passed. Roll the pan, silence.
This defiant arrogance was naturally extremely uncomfortable, but no one was seen to stop shouting, just because this man was not someone else, it was the special envoy of the elders from the imperial capital: His Excellency Leodor Turing. I heard that this arrogant envoy has been accompanying Miss Leah’s father, Your Excellency Vera, on a tour of work recently. I don’t know what medicine I took today, and he was "expensive and cheap". Watching the game in a place he called "the place of barbarism"...
The puppet soldiers formed a square formation next to the entrance, guarding the Leodore envoy in the middle, almost completely blocking the not-so-wide gate. This made it bothersome to get in and out. There was another whispering complaint in the crowd, but the black-haired man turned a deaf ear to his ears, pointed his finger to unfold a portable chair, and sat down in such a big form.
Eamon looked at the black mechanical formation indifferently. Although Leodore's figure was almost blocked by the puppet, it didn't prevent him from drawing the picture left in his memory. Leah didn't like this person... He remembered the girl's unintentional complaints a few days ago, and his heart was upset. Suddenly he had the urge to kill: Should we find a chance to solve this guy? He was dazed for a few seconds, just thinking about whether it was feasible, this impulse quietly disappeared under Gu Jing Wubo's face, as if it had never appeared before.
Something's wrong... Finally he felt that his body seemed to have changed a little, and he mobilized his divine power to circulate throughout his body, but he did not find the slightest impropriety. Is it really hungry? If he realized something, he was just about to turn around and go back to the lounge, when the horn sounded in his ear, he stopped and glanced more at the stage.
The spear warrior still played smoothly without any rush, but looking at it today, it seems that he was a little more sleek when he exerted his strength, leaving a lot of surplus, it seems that most of the experts have pointed out. Looking at his opponent again, the hammer warrior, who also wore heavy armor, was actually immovable and calm. The trajectory of the short hammer was completely natural. Without wasting half of the effort, the realm seemed to be better than the opponent.
The two of you came and I played fairly well, but it was also very dull. There was almost no obvious collision between the lights, and the audience in the stands was even so bored that they yawned.
As if feeling this impatient resentment, the gun warrior suddenly jumped out of the battle circle one by one, and then the iconic circular saw suddenly appeared from the tip of the gun, and he slashed towards the opponent with the golden light.
The hammer warrior stood there unmoved, seeing the golden zigzag attack, stretched out a silver ripple with one hand forward. The silver light hit the tip of the gun in an instant, but it didn't seem to have any effect. After a few flashes, it quickly disappeared.
The hammer samurai couldn't help being stunned for a second because of this miss. The circular saw was close to him and struck him straight at his shoulder with a buzzing sound. He didn't panic, raised a short hammer, and didn't know what mechanism he pressed. The short hammer suddenly opened after a few shocks, extending into a silver light tower shield almost the same height as him, covering his entire body. They are all blocking the rear.
The golden gun was piercing the center of the shield, causing an explosive wave of divine power, but it could not break through the barrier of the shield wall. With this momentum, the hammer warrior took a few steps back to get out of the opponent's attack range, the silver shield in his hand flashed, and it shrank into a short hammer shape, and the hammer surface did not leave any signs of damage.
The silver light, I don't know what attribute it is... After this fight, Eamon had a rough idea of ​​the strength of the two of them, and he didn't want to look any more, turning his head and taking two steps and then stopped. He noticed that the familiar wave was rapidly approaching from the air, and when he looked up, Gloria was sitting on the big cat in the alloy armor, and several big jumps along the arena wall fixed beside him.
"I'm back!" The girl leaped off the cat's back with a smile, and shook the new cloak in her hand at him. "You're done, I'll change it for you later."
The Great Swordsman glanced at the indistinguishable slogan on the cloak, nodded stupidly, and was about to continue walking to the lounge, but Leah grabbed him.
"Don't worry, don't worry, I still have an account to settle with the'Black Iron Bull'! How he bullied the Lapis this time!" She confidently patted Kony's new suit of armor in exchange for it. The cat boy also called out a "meow" with confidence. The two of them stunned each other and turned around in unison, staring at the two cumbersome figures on the ring, their expressions serious as if they were about to reunite with their rivals.
Although feeling a little boring, Eamon stood with the girl outside the passage, quietly waiting for the end of the competition. Fortunately, they didn't wait long. The white armored hammer warrior seemed to be unable to exert any effect because of his divine power. After several attempts, he finally gave up. Before he stepped down, he beat his chest and bowed to his opponent, which seemed extremely open-minded.
"It's over! Lay cat, let's go! Give him something to taste this time, huh!" Leah happily took the cat boy straight to the ring, as if she wanted to challenge the gun warrior face to face. Although this violates the rules of the competition, I believe that none of the referees present will easily refute the face of the eldest lady, unless the other party does not want to fight.
Eamon still leaned against the wall and didn't move. This should be a one-on-one duel. He doesn’t want to be around and cause any pressure to the opponent-although in his opinion, a power armor user with a hidden head and tail may be difficult to detect that only exists among the strong. Subtle aura.
He wanted to stay in the sun quietly for a while, but to his surprise, the hammer warrior had just stepped off the ring and walked toward him as if he had planned. The snow-white armor studded with gold thread flashed a holy light in the sun, wrapped around the samurai body, and turned into a strong light, so dazzling that people did not dare to look directly.
The man got closer and closer, and Emmon could already see the delicate features on his pointed melon seed face. He was so delicate that he didn't look like a man. He even seemed to wear a little light-colored lipstick... The Great Swordsman stared at the oily face. Red lips, inexplicably thought of grilled sausages, slightly in a daze, the person who came had already stood in front of him, comparable to his head down.
"Eamon J..." As soon as the other party spoke, Eamon instantly understood the reason for that sense of violation. The voice was clear and crisp. Although it was so straight that it didn't have any emotion, it didn't have the low magnetism that must be in a man's voice. He glanced at the neck of the opponent without a trace. As expected, there was no Adam’s apple. It turned out that this seemingly mighty and heavy armored warrior was actually a woman...
"Eamon J..." The female warrior clearly noticed the other's distraction, squinted her eyes and shouted again. The slanted bangs were blown up by the hot wind, and there seemed to be an aura of irritability and prestige.
The Great Swordsman retracted his eyes, but did not confide a word. He didn't know this woman, and no matter what the other party wanted to say, for him, there was no memory worth referring to. Then, naturally you don’t have to bother to answer...
The two stood in a stalemate like this, no one said a word, and they both looked at each other silently, until the female warrior asked a weird question: "How old are you?"
How old... Emmon was taken aback for a moment, and then fell into a lasting thought. Why do you ask this? Does age... matter? He began to think back to all the evidence that could determine his age, and finally found that he could not find anything usable except the list registered when he became a mercenary...
"The mercenary record states that you are 17 years old. You look a little old... Is it really 17?" The female warrior said something that offends people, but she didn't feel wrong at all, she seemed to care about the truth.
The Great Swordsman remained silent, without even moving his eyes, he was still searching intently for the vast ocean of memories.
The female warrior waited for a while with her cloak, and when she noticed a change in his eyes, she unceremoniously continued to ask: "Have you been to Tapaz?"
Tapaz...The Great Swordsman immediately found the salty blue sea in his memory, his eyes dimmed for a moment, and he was captured by the opponent's blue pupil focusing like a searchlight.
"Sure enough, you have been..." The female warrior got the answer she wanted, and finally showed a very shallow smile. She watched Emmon regaining her indifferent face, but did not ask any more questions. She just said like an old friend in a private conversation: "I'm looking for someone. Your Highness tells me that the key lies in you... If you think about the Tapaz Coast Your memories, please be sure to tell... I will be grateful."
After she said, she lightly beat her breastplate to say goodbye to the warrior. She turned around and was about to leave. Then suddenly she turned her head and looked straight at Emmon's red pupil and whispered, "My name is Messiah, I live in the south of the city temporarily. ', I'm always waiting for you."
The female warrior stepped on the heavy sound of gold and iron, wrapped in light and walked to the opposite lounge, leaving the big swordsman leaning against the wall in a daze, unknown.
What does this woman mean... He is full of question marks at the moment, except that he knows that the other party's name is "Messiah", and he lives in the "Yunlaiju" hotel run by a native of Takura, and there is no clue. thing.
She is going to Tapaz... to find someone? Still looking for someone in Rock City? Who is "His Royal Highness"? Does it matter to me? He felt simply inexplicable, and the anxiety in his heart became more and more prosperous, and almost burned out the flames. Fortunately, Gloria's sudden return made him a little relieved.
The girl dropped her head and flat her mouth, and moved back with a displeased face. Behind her was the same listless big cat, her armor was as clean as new, without the slightest sign of collision-apparently the other party had very wisely refused the challenge invitation.
"It's a coward... I'll call him ‘don’t be brave’ from now on..." Leah mumbled unwillingly, and couldn't help but glanced back at the iron-clad figure in the distance, and spit out her tongue in anger. But then she immediately stared again, staring at the puppet army in front of the gate in astonishment: "Why is that annoying ghost here? It's actually blocked at the front door, so that people are not allowed to walk! What a shame!"
She wrinkled her nose in disgust, and was about to step forward to curse the unscrupulous fellow when the horn sounded at the ring. She glanced up reflexively and saw the two new players saluting each other. They looked a bit strange and didn't look like mercenaries. Jesse’s resounding introduction followed on the radio. The two players on the stage were the last group of 15th and 16th players. It turned out that the first round of the finals was almost over.
"Then after this is over, isn't it our turn again!?" Leah felt that time was pressing, and there was no way of thinking about it. She turned around and grabbed Eamon and ran to the lounge." Eat first, eat first, get enough energy before playing, we have to fight until the evening!"
When the young cat heard that there was something to eat, Tian said he wanted to follow it, but was rejected mercilessly by the girl. The reason was simple: he had never prepared for it! He wore that valuable tiger-shaped alloy armor, but he could only squat pitifully for a long time at the entrance of the passage, looking like an abandoned orphan.
A familiar call came not far away, and he looked back reflexively. The gray eagle was still covered in the big cloak, waving at him expressionlessly, the bag of his favorite baked cuttlefish slices on his wrist was hanging in the wind and shaking.
He suddenly brightened his eyes, snored happily, stepped on a light leap in the gray light, and re-transformed into a human form, carrying the armor that seemed bulky but lighter than the crystal, and went straight to his friends.