In the quiet room of the underground base of the Executive Office, Alan sat quietly cross-legged on the clean ground, breathing long and deep, like the strong wind sweeping through the deep valley, with a whistling power.

The sheathed knife given to Allen by Ms. Kelly was placed smoothly on Allen's knees, as if it was transformed into one with Allen.

Alan put his hand in the scabbard and the hilt of the knife in the other hand. His heart was clear and empty, and he was in line with the long sword in front of him.

If someone carefully observes Alan, he will find how extraordinary the sword on his knee is.

Buzz!

The sound of swords that are so indifferent that they are not like the human world come from the illusion, as if they come from the void.

The long sword placed on Alan's knee trembled in a posture that could not be detected by ordinary people, gently and softly, and was breathing with Alan, as if the long sword had come alive and shared the same fate as Alan.

However, Allen knew that this was not the case.

The long sword that Ms. Kelly gave him was precious, but it was just a silver-level weapon, not a despicable existence.

Although it can be said that iron is like mud, you should not develop your own consciousness.

Judging from the knowledge he has learned and exposed to, the golden-level magic tool cannot do such a miracle.

It is estimated that only higher-level magic tools can have their own consciousness.

This scene now is just Alan holding a knife.

This is a secret technique obtained after his long sword skills reach the master level. It can improve the fit between the weapon and the master, make the two more tacitly cooperate and exert higher combat power.

Of course, Allen's current knife-raising technique is just incomplete.

It’s not because the secret technique he obtained is not complete, but because he is not really silver and cannot use his soul to nourish weapons and strengthen the long sword with his fighting spirit.

Because when this secret technique was first developed, it targeted people above the silver level.

After all, most of the strong people who can reach the master level in swordsmanship have become gold levels. Even the genius has at least reached the silver level and has never considered the situation like Allen.

So situations like Allen are extremely rare, even the strong man who developed this secret technique probably did not expect it.

However, Allen didn't care about this. Although the effect of the sword breeding technique was a little worse because he had not achieved the silver level, the search was a little worse, at least it was better than none.

After learning about his father's great achievements back then, Allen also felt a sense of urgency and began to seize every opportunity to improve his strength.

Let’s not talk about the big talk of avenging your father, but at least you must have basic self-protection ability.

This is Allen's most important and pragmatic idea at present.

Exhale...inhale...inhale...inhale...inhale...

The surging air flow surged out from Alan's nose like a mad dragon, and disappeared invisible under the action of the spell arranged in the quiet room.

The long sword on Allen's knee began to scream sharply. The originally lofty and indifferent sword sound suddenly became high at this moment, and a surging murderous intent overflowed, mixed with the surging "momentum" of Allen's body spread towards release.

Wow!

The magic circle engraved inside the quiet room began to count and resist the surging momentum of Allen.

The transparent air in the air began to twist, like an invisible monster stirring up the wind and waves in the air.

Alan, who was originally sitting on the ground, his skin had gradually become red, his body temperature began to increase rapidly, and the blood rushing inside his body became as hot as lava.

At this moment, in Allen's mind, in the battlefield of Allen's meditation, he was accumulating strength.

...

The tall ancient trees stand on the earth like wilderness, covering up the little brilliance of winter Japan.

The canopy that covers the sky and the sun is like clouds hanging from the sky. Under it, there is only a quiet and deep depth, as deep as a bottomless abyss.

The spots of light fell on the ground with heavy snow, and on the faces of the two people standing next to the ancient trees.

The snowflakes are still floating between the heaven and earth, freely and wildly, dyeing the earth a bit white.

Alan, who was fixed by the spell, stood in motion unable to move, his face calm.

The puppet master who had long been lost was standing intact in front of Allen, repeating the stories he had already experienced.

This was the scene when I was in the Frozen Fortress, and it was also the moment when Allen came to this world to die.

All this was preserved in Allen's powerful memory and treasured in his mind.

And now, Alan is fighting with the other party again through meditation, hoping to continue to improve his skills through this method.

This method of meditation has existed since ancient times. At the beginning, it was just a method for mages to sharpen their spirits, improve their mental power, and exercise their magic power.

Until later, a genius in the Warriors genre gave this ancient method a new vitality.

The strong man whose name has disappeared into the lost history allows the warrior to improve his strength through meditation.

However, it is not like those mages to sharpen their spirits, but to meditate, reproduce the scenes you have experienced in the sea of ​​spirit and face those enemies you have witnessed.

This method looks extremely funny, but it actually works very well.

Except for the difficulty in getting started and the poor effect at low stages, it is not much different from the rest.

For those who specialize in this, they will be injured and consume energy in the battle of meditation.

Even, it may also die.

It can be said that this is a real illusion that the warrior himself imposes on himself.

However, because of its wide-ranging effect, very little consumption, and both review function, it is also loved by many people.

Of course, it is basically unlikely for people with the Black Iron Level or below to use such skills. After all, their spirit and realm have not yet reached the basic standards.

Allen was just because he was exposed to his master's long sword skills.

The vision that appeared on him was because he was not real silver, so he could not control his qi, blood and sacred power.

If he had awakened his soul, it would definitely not be so.

However, at this time, Allen had no intention of paying attention to the changes outside, and devoted himself to the crisis that he had experienced long ago.

In the spiritual sea of ​​Allen, Allen was still unable to move, but just like before, he repeated the path he had already walked.

The majestic "momentum" is brewing in the body, and the surging murderous intent is constantly superimposed in the heart.

A little higher, a little more...

Body, spirit, mind, will...

Everything that belongs to the whole of Allen gathers together at that moment, then surges, flows, and explodes.

The brilliant sword light shines in the entire spiritual world, like the eternal light in the endless darkness.

In the battle of meditation, Allen killed the puppet master for the 35th time here.

...

The war in the sea of ​​spirit has come to an end, and the peace has begun to return to life.

The strange phenomenon flowing in the void slowly stopped, and the transparent beast that had never revealed its true form gradually disappeared.

The scorching temperature on Allen's body slowly dropped, and the originally red skin returned to its originally warm luster.

After the end, the magic array in the quiet room finally began to operate without external interference, restoring the quiet room to its original appearance.

Swish!

Alan, who had been closing his eyes for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes.

The light suddenly shone in the dark quiet room, like a silver light wandering in the air, pulling out a straight arc.

Alan, who had completed his daily practice, breathed a long breath, and the straight white air shot out like a sharp sword, and then collided on the magic array in the quiet room and dissipated.

Allen stood up, slowly moving his muscles and stretching his body.

At the same time, he also looked at the system prompt below the corner of his eyes.

【Cold Weapons·Long Sword Master 1】

When Allen saw this, he twisted his neck casually, and continued to look at the skill bar item in the attribute panel, and sighed.

[Cold Weapons·Master of Long Swords (290): In countless battles, you understand the true meaning of swords.

Effect: When using the cold weapon long sword, you will get a 50% related bonus.]

After he added his long sword skill to the current level through his skill points, the natural growth rate of his skills has become slower and slower.

Not long after he woke up after he was unconscious for half a month, he just recalled the sword that killed the puppet master and gained 10 proficiency points.

Now, he insists on meditation every day and keeps his knife. After so long, he only improves by 5 points.

Moreover, he could clearly sense that the foundation left by the killing sword he had cut out at a critical moment and was about to be consumed.

From the beginning of meditation two or three times, I only had one skill point, but now I only had one skill point after meditation nearly 10 times.

He was sure that he had fallen into a bottleneck.

If it weren't for a life-and-death battle, he probably would have kept his long sword skills in such a slow process.

However, he was actually prepared for such a thing and was not very worried.

What he really sighed was another thing.

After moving his hands and feet, Allen carried a long knife in his hand and paced slowly in the quiet room.
To be continued...