Unbelievable thoughts flashed across his mind, and Wernerson continued to experiment with the degree of improvement in strength, agility, and speed.
"Well, the current physical condition will not be worse than that of the aggressive priest. After fully adapting to Sequence 3 and carrying out targeted development of the mathematician path, he will definitely become stronger and even obtain new ones. Maybe using ideas..." Weinerson stopped and nodded thoughtfully. He was very satisfied with the feeling after his promotion.
In his original idea, it would take an ordinary Sequence 3 priest, even an offensive type, about half a year to reach this level, and ordinary people might not be able to achieve it after a lifetime of training.
This is the difference between priests who touch the extraordinary and ordinary people.
In a sense, with the blessing of the sequence, the priests have completely surpassed the human level!
Grot of the Diving Abyss quietly watched the various swing movements of the new "mathematician" until the other party stopped completely and gathered his breath:
"Great Master, I would like to ask you again, did you have any special dreams when you were resting recently?"
"Dream of something special?" Weinerson interpreted Golot's words and thought about it carefully. If it was a dream, it seemed that it had really happened before.
"There is a wooden door in the starry sky of the universe, does this count?"
"As expected, I have been noticed. Master, your humble servant dares to make a request to you. Do you agree?" Golot's voice came from the void. This time, it lost the lightness before and was replaced by a touch of solemnity.
"Tell me about it." Weinerson didn't respond immediately, so he decided to let Gorot continue.
"Great Master, when you were sleeping in the God Realm, there were many other gods who were sleeping together. Among these gods were allies, betrayers, and enemies. Although they were sleeping, their eyes were always around you. The purpose is to monitor your recovery at all times.”
"Now, you have awakened and are in the process of regaining your power. Although those enemies who were sleeping in the ancient times cannot directly and effectively respond, they will never let you gain power smoothly. That’s why I’m asking you if you’ve ever had any strange dreams.”
"That's a strong psychological suggestion, and it's also the way they influence you to a certain extent. They can't project it in the real world, so they can only guide it in dreams, so the murmurs you can hear or the pictures you see may be full of... Malicious content.”
"Full of malice? In the dream before, I was not curious. It seems to be correct." Weinerson's expression darkened, and he nodded gently:
"I know, I won't be tempted by those babbles and shouts."
"Great Master, if you hear or dream about similar events in the future, you can call me out. Although those existences have a certain influence, there is no shortage of useful information to be found from them."
Calling Gorot? It sounded like an interesting thing. Weinerson walked to the extraordinary bonfire and did not immediately answer Gorot's words. He fell down on his head, simulating the feeling of falling, and left the old royal court.
After a period of dizziness, Weinerson opened his eyes again. Golden light pierced the clouds and fell down. He moved his hands and feet to determine whether the "Mathematician" sequence was completely absorbed in the real world. After all, these extraordinary powers are cunning. Quite frankly, those who were obedient in the royal court in the old days may not be so obedient in real life, but seeing that the situation is stabilizing now, I feel completely relieved...
Weinerson glanced at the lifeless Antel people lying on the ground, walked sideways to the ruins not far away, and picked up a withered yellow leaf.
His eyes darkened, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw the leaves away.
boom!
The rough and fragile yellow leaves were like flying knives, instantly piercing into the thick walls of the ruins!
"Sure enough, this power comes from mental power, not physical power. Judging from the use of ordinary items alone, this power is not enough. More training is needed." Weinerson retracted his attention on the withered yellow leaves. He took out his silver pocket watch, clicked it open, glanced at the time, then turned around and walked back where he came from.
...
003 Ruins, Rena's city-state, southwest corner!
Gray fog shrouded one ancient cemetery after another, with only a faint dusk light shining in the sky, which could barely make out the outline of the horizon in the distance. On a certain high slope of the cemetery, four figures were sitting on the ground. , leaning against the tombstone and breathing heavily.
"Those group of dead souls were really scary. If I messed with one, a group of them came, but luckily I didn't miss it. I'm sure this cane is a very rare magical item." One of them was wearing a tuxedo and holding a silver-white cane. said the young man. At this moment, his face was covered with sweat and dust, and his embarrassed appearance was in sharp contrast with his clothes.
"Gerson, you are too reckless, don't forget the purpose of coming here this time." Ollie Henry, who was fat and fat and covered with freckles, said viciously, as if there were fire coming out of his eyes.
"Henry, I can't figure it out. According to your noble status as the third prince, what kind of beautiful lady can't be obtained? Why do you have to be like a pariah?" Gerson said, and another strong man named Caron also nodded. The prince in front of him is unpredictable.
"This is not a matter of getting it or not. The lady named Avril is so beautiful, elegant, and holy. What kind of rubbish is Vinassen Vandero? He dares to compete with the person I like? And he actually passed the talent test. , and he has gained so much limelight, there is no one in this world who is more talented than this prince, is he worthy? He is not worthy!"
"Well, that's true. Compared with His Highness, Venusson Van der Rohe is nothing! And judging from his hair color and eye color, he shouldn't be a nobleman. He won't have any burden if he is killed." Mori responded as he took out his handkerchief and wiped his cane.
"There are still some. This kid seems to be favored by Professor Wright. I heard that he is already Professor Wright's student. We need to be more careful when planning this matter. After all, Professor Wright is a famous weirdo."
Ollie Henry smiled slightly, "I have considered this. The list of professors at Hornavitch University says that Professor Wright is an angel. Well, angels. There are many angels in the Henry family. I don't believe that Professor Wright dares to do it for an angel." Students are at odds with the entire Ghent royal family!”
"It's hard to believe that a commoner has such a talent. I'm a little envious of him, but genius is destined to be a stepping stone for His Highness!" Caron took out a box of cigars from his pocket and handed it to Ollie Henry.
"By the way, Your Highness, I heard that His Highness Conrad has recently become very close to Connie, the youngest daughter of the Duke of Oro's family. I remember that the appearance of Duke Oro's little daughter is not ideal."
"Caron, if you are a smart person, you don't need to inquire about this matter. My elder brother can't even see through me now. I can give you advice, be careful about that woman named Connie."
