The Devil Inside

【Intelligence: 100】

[Free points: 5]

[Mark: Doomweaver (rare level).]

[Inherent Talent 1: Brute Force. ]

[Inherent Talent 2: Ancient Tree Prophet. ]

The Ancient Wood Prophet can double Han Solo's strength and break through the upper limit, increasing the strength to 500 and doubling it to 1,000. One sword strike can destroy the world, so don't miss it.

Agility is linked to reaction speed and flexibility. The Chrono Demon has unparalleled sword skills, and Han Solo has completely inherited his abilities. The higher the agility, the more fancy the attacks.

After adding a hundred points, more practical skills emerged. Han Solo's face was serious and his eyes flashed, and he stood still without moving.

After a long time, he came back to his senses.

A simulation in the brain enters a whole new realm.

I don’t know how much time has passed, after simulating three or four thousand games in my mind, Han Solo thinks--"

His sword skills are already "top-grade".

As a rare mark, after Doomweaver successfully condensed, it almost overturned everything that had come before, granting four new abilities:

[Spiritual Silk: Your silk spinning has been improved to an unprecedented level. The silk threads you shoot out have more mysterious effects.

After piercing the target's body, it can cause more impact on it. 】

[Greasy Moss: Infected by bad luck, your moss has more functions. ]

[Flagship: When you are fatally injured, you can overdraw your good luck to avoid this injury. ]

[Fortune: You can change your fortune through some unique means. ]

Doomweaver grants Han Solo a special skill that allows him to avoid death, plus three basic abilities.

Using them in combination can produce wonderful effects.

For example, after triggering a "blame", because Han Solo's good luck has been overdrawn, he will inevitably suffer from many disasters and illnesses and worries for a long time.

However, he can transfer his bad luck to others through "spiritual silk".

If you think the speed of the silk thread transfer is too slow, you can transfer "all the bad luck" to special moss and trick others into eating it.

This way, he would no longer be the unlucky one.

For the Doomweaver Marker, "good luck" is not something illusory, but a kind of energy that can be controlled and used in battle.

Or.

The energy that Han Solo can mobilize, its nature and its function, are similar to what people understand as "good luck".

Strong fortune can be a torrent that destroys everything, or it can turn into armor to protect you.

The reason why Doom Weaver is named "Doom" is not because of bad luck, but mainly because a mature Doom Weaver engraver will usually absorb the good luck of others and store it in order to exert stronger combat effectiveness.

But not all battles go as planned.

Often walking by the river, how can there not be wet shoes?

In a sudden battle, the enemy is strong and vigilant, so it is impossible to collect your luck. In order to defeat the enemy, it is common to absorb the luck of your teammates.

So to say.

Although the demise of the Fate Weaver Society was most likely due to the cruel evolutionary method of the "Bloody Weaver", it seems doubtful whether the Marker of the Doom Weaver has sucked away the future of the entire organization.

"Master Han, are you still there?"

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped and Monica's voice rang out.

Han Solo stood up, walked to the bathroom, and saw Monica's head sticking out the door.

I have to say, she is really a beautiful person.

She is not wearing any makeup, but her lips are still rosy and her eyes are bright. Her wet black hair falls in front of her eyes, adding a bit of broken beauty, which is extremely attractive.

Han Solo stopped seven steps away, his face alert: "What's going on? Did you forget to bring bath coins or did you run out of shower gel?"

"If you want to come in, you don't have to find these awkward excuses. You can come in any time. I didn't lock the door."

Okay, okay, let’s play it this way.

Han Solo thought for a moment and asked, "Any news from the witch hunting agency?"

"Yes. I just received news that the investigators sent by the witch hunting agency will arrive today. At 1 pm,

Meet at the Deer Horn Coffee Shop in the outer city. The leader is called 'Victor Mauricion' and this is what he looks like."

Monica held out two fingers, holding her high-waisted panties between them.

As the arms were raised, the high-waisted underwear disintegrated and deformed, eventually turning into a piece of emerald green silk.

The Black Mage's power and prestige are certainly not in vain. Her gift, "The Book of Klein", contains all the proven knowledge of mysticism and is a book of inheritance.

It was very easy for her to disassemble and reweave silk fabrics into silk sheets.

Drawing portraits on silk is a piece of cake.

Han Solo walked forward, looked at the silk piece, and hesitated to speak.

Monica held her head high and said, "Don't worry, sir. I changed this pair of underwear after I came back. It was only touched briefly, so I don't think it's dirty."

".·Did you change it after you came back?"

"Yes. When I realized you were in the tea room, I went back to my room and changed my underwear."

Why change your underwear?

You are weird!

"Please ignore the details, they are not important." Monica said seriously, "What is important is the appearance of the person who came."

""..-·you're right."

Monica's magical power outlined a human face on the silk.

Although there is only one color, it looks like it was drawn with a pencil, but it is so lifelike and vivid!

The only drawback is that the piece of silk is too small.

It was broken down and rewoven into a whole pair of high-waisted underwear, and in the end it was only slightly larger than the palm of your hand. Did you change into this kind of underwear after you came back? It was really well-intentioned.

Han Solo looked at the portrait drawn on the silk and said, "I know this person. My encounter with him in Fort Collins was not pleasant."

Chapter 114 #113 Alley

Fluffy medium-length hair, gloomy gray eyes, and a very three-dimensional chin.

Victor Maurichon is not only handsome, but also has a unique temperament that can easily attract other people's attention.

The maids in the Antler Café kept looking over and noticed this foreign man.

The Black Mage is very cautious and is a man who does big things.

She didn’t plan to come in person, but sent a “confidant” to take over. Calculating the time—”

It’s about time.

"Ding-ling-one"

"welcome."

The door of the cafe was pushed open, and the wind chimes on the door rang crisply, and a--"

Why, it's him?

Morixon looked at the black-haired Han Solo with some surprise in his eyes.

Han Solo walked straight to the front desk and said, "A cup of black coffee, no sugar, lots of lemon juice,

The more bitter, the better; the more sour, the better; and I want another durian cake, and I’ll take them all away.”

"please wait."

The waiter behind the counter got busy and quickly packed up the items Han Solo needed.

Han Solo paid the money, picked up the paper bag, and walked out.

Moli Xiong hesitated for a moment, then stood up and followed quietly.

His goal is very clear.

Did you come all the way to Arendelle to find out the truth hidden in Arendelle?

Really not!

If it weren't for the remaining soul of the Sword Saint, who would come here?

The coming of the evil god in Arendelle was just a "side quest", something that happened easily.

The real target person was right in front of him, and he could tell the difference between the important and the unimportant.

"Why-..-"

Someone sighed in the corner, but Morixon didn't hear it.

He pushed through the dense crowd on the street in front of the cafe, stared at the figure in front of him, and hurried over.

On both sides of the narrow streets, pointed-roof houses are lined up one after another, and the narrow alleys are full of filth. The stone walls are dotted with ivy, which looks like a noose in the dim light.

Han Solo turned and found himself in a very secluded place.

"Gooji."

The alley was extremely damp and covered with moss.

Morichion held his breath, reached into his arms, and pressed down a flying knife hanging on the lining.

He looked at Han Solo fifteen meters ahead, raised his hand and shone a cold light, aiming straight at the back of his neck.

"puff!"

The flying knife was about to pierce Han Solo's throat, but at the most critical moment, he squatted down to tie his shoelaces and somehow avoided the killing intent.

Fortunately, there were wooden boxes piled up in front of the alley, and the sound of the flying knife piercing through the rotten wood was not loud.

Moli Xiong's eyes were focused, and he cleared his mind of all distractions.

He reached his hand into the lining of his shirt again "Hiss?!"

As if he was electrocuted, Molixiong took a breath of cold air and quickly pulled his hand away.

He looked down and saw that there was a small cut on his index finger and blood was oozing out.

Was I distracted or too focused?

I actually got my own flying knife cut my finger, really...

Weird!

Faintly, Moli Xiong felt something unusual.

His flying knife skills were not unrivaled in the world, but at least he could hit the target accurately from a hundred paces away. He could also launch sneak attacks from the dark and never fail.

it is good.

Even if Han Solo was very lucky, he accidentally avoided the attack.

How do you explain the wound on his finger?

After all, he was an elite member of the witch hunting agency at the captain level, and he got his hand cut by his own flying knife?

and···

"I've long wondered why this 'Han Solo' would come to such a remote place."

Morichon looked up at the strip of sky above the alley.

"It's as if they were deliberately luring me here—"

Molixiong became alert and decided to give up the action immediately. Just as he turned his body, his feet slipped for no reason. He suddenly raised his hand and pressed the wall to stabilize his center of gravity.

"Snapped!"

The impact of palms and walls made a crisp sound that echoed in the silent alley.