Dean's eyelids twitched and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Squint a little longer?" Catherine's rosy cheeks were still pressed against his chest, listening to the steady heartbeat.
Dean's fingers casually caressed the smooth, silky skin, "What time is it?"
"Six o'clock, still early." Catherine hugged his waist tightly and rubbed her pointed chin on his chest.
Dean smoothed a bunch of blond hair in front of her forehead, and quietly noticed a wrinkle in the corner of her eyes, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes.
Catherine is already in her thirties and is no longer young. She must find an extraordinary way to stay young forever as soon as possible.
There are only two extraordinary ways that Dean masters - the transformation of the snake demon and the transformation of the curser.
But the former is bloodthirsty, and the latter is extremely risky. Even if it succeeds, it will be wanted by the monks of hell. The negative effects are not low, so it is not suitable for Catherine. She must find a safer and harmless supernatural way.
Only when his woman becomes a superpower can they be more in tune with each other.
Catherine touched his lips affectionately, "By the way, today is off. Lena and I have made an appointment to go out to buy some new clothes for Jane. Can we come together?"
"I'm going to run some errands out of town. You guys have a good time."
"Okay, I'll prepare breakfast for you." Catherine said as she stood up and walked to the kitchen, taking out eggs, milk, bread, various side dishes, and frying pans from the refrigerator, preparing to show off her skills in making a hearty and nutritious breakfast.
Then there was a burst of hot air behind my ear, "I'll eat you first."
Catherine's bright big eyes blinked, her blond hair shook like spring flowers in the cold wind, and the frying pan in her hand clicked on the stove, making a cheerful sound.
…
After spending a wonderful morning with Catherine.
All the discomfort caused by the hell monks disappeared in Dean's heart. He changed into a suit of clothes, opened a space node, and roamed from Hawkins to the suburbs of Columbus, hundreds of kilometers away.
Of course, his return to Hawkins was not all about visiting women.
The 6 star arrows that were consumed were temporarily replenished by one, returning to 45.
He comforted Lena and reported on the progress of searching for Lu Guangming, and checked the progress of Jane's superpower training.
He also handed over a new task to Sean and Damien, two of Hawkins Laboratory's subordinates - to investigate all clues about the Serent Rune.
This thing suppresses Hell Monks and Nightwalkers, and must be found before arriving in Midian.
…
Everything next went according to plan.
Dean sent William, Adam, and Aurora's family on the road to New Mexico.
Then he returned to Ohio State University and found a handbag-sized book collection at the place William told him, filled with rumors and research materials about Leviathan and Baphomet.
After everything is put into the fantasy space.
Dean found a remote bathroom and crawled in.
When he came out, he turned into a tall and thin white man with short dark blond hair and a sharp face wearing a large black windbreaker and scarf.
After putting on this new look, Dean passed the patrols and police in the streets and alleys without any hindrance.
It is worth mentioning that while moving, he saw a dashing lady in a black suit and short black hair. Her life energy was ten times more than that of an ordinary person. She was wandering in the area where the battle broke out last night. Her face was extremely serious and depressed.
"Well, these should be members of the special operations department sent to deal with the aftermath."
Dean quietly passed through the crowd behind the woman and bought a copy of the Columbus Morning News from a newsstand on the side of the road. In the center of the newspaper, a striking headline summarized last night's turmoil - "Terrorists raid Columbus, shut down power station , blowing up the Saarinen Building, causing dozens of casualties."
"Ohio's conscience, Columbus's richest man, famous businessman and philanthropist, Frankie Kurlus disappeared in the terrorist attack."
"It is suspected that he was kidnapped, but the relevant personnel have not received any clues."
"Let us all pray for his safe return."
"The capitalist who knocks the bones and sucks the marrow is so loved by others. He hides it so deeply. But if you want to pray for him, you can only go to hell." Dean glanced at the passers-by on the street, "You must choose the right one before fighting in the future. The battlefield cannot be in a densely populated area.”
As his fighting power increases, his destructive power increases. Once a fight starts, it can easily affect innocent people.
…
Next, Dean went to the train station in Columbus and bought a ticket for a regular haul train to New England near Maine.
This is the American version of the "green train", but the surface is not green but silver and blue.
The ticket price was not cheap at all, costing Dean a full two hundred dollars.
The whole process took more than a day, and Dean took advantage of this time to read the information and become familiar with gravity control.
In addition, there are no shelves near the ceiling that Dean is used to, but there are family suites, bars, shops, and entertainment compartments.
There are not many guests.
In the last car that Dean was sitting in, apart from him, there was only a blond guy in a white sweatshirt and a school bag sitting in the back right, who looked like a college student. Sitting directly behind him was a gum-chewing guy wearing a punk-style black leather upper body and a black lower body. A little girl wearing mesh stockings and heavy makeup.
The little girl frivolously crossed her legs onto the chair next to her, flipping through a heavy metal rock magazine with both hands.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your ticket inspector. I am happy to serve you. Welcome you to take the train to Boston, passing through... I would like to remind you that I am ready to check your tickets. Thank you."
With the gentle male voice broadcasting and the slight push on the back, the train started moving, and the fir trees covered with frost and snow outside the window slowly retreated.
Dean's mental power was concentrated on the "gravity manipulation" skill on the panel, converging into a weak mental power.
His butt quietly left the seat, and his whole body floated steadily two centimeters above the chair like a weightless astronaut in a space capsule.
His superb agility allowed him to easily adjust his body's center of gravity, cross his knees and float around in a circle.
After confirming from God's perspective that no one noticed him and there were no surveillance cameras, Dean began to try out this new ability to his heart's content.
Sometimes the gravity is increased, causing the chair to rattle, and sometimes the gravity is reduced, allowing the chair to float and move freely within the seating area. It is a great time to play.
He soon had a basic understanding of this skill.
The adjustment range for its own gravity is roughly between 0-10 times.
When Dean reduces gravity to zero and the clothes he wears and the items he carries are not too heavy, he will float like a balloon.
The speed of floating is far slower than the flight of telekinesis, life energy wings, and snake demon wings, and is similar to that of a balloon.
But unlike the thrilling feeling of flying at lightning speed, floating in zero gravity, every muscle in Dian's body that was originally slightly tense with gravity has entered a relaxed and soothing state, with a light and elegant feeling, like a feather. Falling in the breeze.
If he wants to float in a certain direction, he only needs to push hard and right to succeed, just as comfortable as in the vast ocean.
"In a zero-gravity state, red dragon meditation may have miraculous effects? Without gravity interference, the speed of telekinetic flight should be slightly increased, exceeding the current 210 meters/s."
"In battle, when you descend from the sky to launch an attack, your own gravity is suddenly increased tenfold. The destructive power should be greatly increased?"
Dean rubbed his chin, a lot of inspiration for gravity manipulation rushing through his mind.
"So life energy and telekinesis training under ten times gravity?"
Just do what comes to mind.
He tried using the waist as the dividing line to adjust the gravity magnification of the upper body to ten times and the gravity magnification of the lower body to zero.
Suddenly, under the huge gravity difference, he comically rotated 180 degrees on the spot with his head and feet, his lumbar vertebrae made a slight sound, and every muscle spontaneously performed a large number of movements like a cat falling from the sky and shaking its tail. Subtle and cumbersome micro-movements, slightly heated, tightening and relaxing to achieve a new state of balance.
The body is being exercised every minute and every second.
"Yes, the gravity magnification of the two places is different. The body needs to adjust spontaneously to maintain stability. It is a good exercise for the sensitivity attributes. If you persist, you may increase the sensitivity attributes and improve your control over the body."
"This kind of exercise is called the gravity method."
But the gravity control of lv0 is still very rough at present.
At most, Dean can only arrange two gravity magnifications on his body.
When your skills improve in the future, you can completely put your arms, thighs, chest and abdomen, and head at different gravity magnifications to achieve the largest and most efficient exercise effect.
Dean used the gravity method to exercise like this for a quarter of an hour, and found that the loss of mental power was almost negligible, and it was not as fast as the recovery in the natural state.
Even if he maintains a state of ten times gravity, there will be no problem at all.
"If you keep doing it for a while, your physical fitness and agility may improve."
"It's a pity that it can't be used on other targets at the moment, otherwise it will definitely teach them to fly straight into the sky."
"Let's practice first and see how long it takes to increase one point of proficiency."
…
"Madam, I can't find my ticket and need to make up for it. I'll give you a favor of two hundred dollars."
"Damn muggers!"
A gentle male voice and a crazy female voice interrupted Dean's contemplation. From a God's perspective, a ticket inspector wearing a dark blue uniform was slowly passing through each carriage. He looked about thirty years old and had a smile on his face. With a stiff smile, his eyes were dull and numb, and he had obviously lost his enthusiasm due to the boring work of checking tickets day after day.
The beauty in the white shirt in front of him was very angry because she lost two hundred dollars. She cursed at his butt, but she was still reluctant to pay.
"Excuse me, madam. Ticket?" The ticket inspector quickly walked past the leather-clad punk girl.
The girl crossed her legs high and looked at the magazine in front of her without looking at him.
The man raised his voice slightly, "Miss? Can I see your ticket?"
no response.
The man turned his head and took a deep breath, smiled and repeated in as gentle a tone as possible,
"Miss, ticket, can you put down the magazine for a while?"
The girl then reluctantly took out her ticket from her jeans and showed it, rolled her eyes at the ticket inspector's leaving figure, patted her mesh socks, and muttered "Damn it" in a voice that anyone could hear clearly. Pervert, what are you looking at, you haven’t seen beautiful legs?”
The ticket inspector paused for a moment, pretended not to hear, and continued checking tickets.
The blond guy in front looked back at him and shook his head sympathetically.
"Wow... I'm getting emotional!" Qiantan quietly got out of Dean's pocket, breathed hard at the ticket inspector to absorb his emotions, and urged without hesitation, "Hit her, beat this bitch hard!"
"Hit you on the head!"
Dean sealed the troublemaker into his pocket with a big hand, and then handed the ticket and an apple to the ticket inspector.
"Sir, this is against the rules," the ticket inspector looked at Dean in surprise when he got the apple, "I can't take passengers' belongings."
"It's just an apple. I wish you a good mood today."
"I also wish you a happy life."
The ticket inspector smiled and put the apple in his arms and returned, his steps becoming a little brisker inadvertently.
After this little interlude.
Dean continued the gravity method exercise and took out the information from the handbag at his feet to study it.
"Leviathan is a lord of hell."
"The real location of the hell he rules is below Limbo. Like Limbo, Leviathan Hell is a slave world that belongs to us."
"In addition to the Hell monks leading the way, the souls of people with deep sins and desires after death may automatically enter these places instead of the more peaceful and happy Limbo."
"According to my research, hell is not only the Leviathan Hell. There are also a large number of other similar hells, such as the Abaddon Hell, which is located further below the Leviathan Hell and is inhabited by even more evil things."
"Multiple hells, each hell lord and the monks and demons under their jurisdiction, a large number of evil existences are peering into the world... The dangers in the world are far beyond imagination."
"Tsk, are these really just basic information?" Dean's eyes lit up and he continued to flip through.
"And Midian is different from these hells. It is not a different dimension. It is located in a hidden corner of the earth."
"The origin and growth of Midian are closely related to the massive witch hunts that began in the fifteenth century."
“Due to some unknown reason, during the witch-hunting movement, the government and the church hunted not only witches and innocent girls named witches, but also other lawful, kind-hearted supernatural creatures, and even those with supernatural powers, The demon hunters who took it as their mission to eradicate evil monsters were implicated and persecuted, and some of them had no choice but to surrender to the government and were incorporated."
"The supernatural powers in the Western world have entered a period of apparent great decline. The aliens have hidden themselves from the surface into the mountains and forests, completely hiding themselves."
Um?
Dean became more and more surprised when he saw this, and he was filled with doubts.
The witch hunt hunts more than just witches?
What does the witcher say?
Dean always feels that this witch hunt plays an extremely important role in the supernatural history of the current world.
Unfortunately, in the information, William and his wife admitted that they did not know much about the movement, so they did not write in detail and continued to describe Baphomet.
"During the witch-hunting movement, some of the persecuted monsters with deformed appearances had nowhere to escape. When they were about to be exterminated, they were summoned by Baphomet's dream and found Midian, the legendary monster paradise, and hid there. "
"Then he was branded as Baphomet and became his dependent night species."
"Therefore, a considerable number of nocturnal species moved to Midian after being persecuted by the witch-hunting movement, and they abide by the iron law of not cannibalizing or killing people."
"Baphomet and Leviathan have completely different principles."
"They want to establish two completely different orders that are different from the human world."
"Did we become mortal enemies because of a dispute over ideas?"
Bloodline progress jumped from 82% to 84%.
Amidst the clanging sound of wheels turning.
Dean sank into the information and time flew by.
(End of chapter)
