The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

After more than ten seconds, Perlis discovered something unusual.

The factor energy storage efficiency inside this redstone is far lower than that of normal redstone.

Combined with the turbid impurities seen in previous observations, a terrible guess emerged in Perlis' mind:

Could this be redstone "manufactured" by the Federation?

But...whether it is Vo1d-type crystal ore or "redstone" as a special variant, they are actually products of mines. There is talk of refining, but creating it out of thin air sounds like a fantasy.

Moreover, the origin of redstone has always been a mystery... No one knows why this special substance, which is thousands of times stronger than ordinary Vo1d crystals, is produced, and there is no way to reverse analyze its composition.

Could it be that the federals have overcome this difficulty?

As Perlis thought about this, she continued to inject destructive factors into the redstone module of the Silent One, preparing to test its limits.

But at this moment, a red picture suddenly flashed before her eyes——

——A face that has been corrupted to the point where only a skull remains!

That face seemed to have gone through the steps of decay and melting in an instant, which made Perlis' eyes shrink and her heart beat faster and faster.

The amount of information at this moment was still increasing - through the red vision, Perlis saw a boy and a girl, and a burst of intermittent whispers:

"...There is still half of the firewood left in the stove. No need to change it. I will continue to burn it in the evening..."

The more information she received, the more overloaded Perlis felt her mind became. Her pupils shrank and the halo in her eyes grew brighter.

Instinct told Pearlis that she had to stop!

"Well..."

Using all her strength, Perlis controlled her muscles and threw the redstone module in her hand fiercely.

"Clap."

The redstone module fell to the other end of the cabin. At the same time, Perlis felt the red in front of her eyes suddenly disappear, and the feeling of overload disappeared with it.

She felt something flowing down her philtrum and across her lips. She wiped it with her hand and found that her fingertips were stained bright red.

3) Ocean currents and tides (Part 2)

I actually have a nosebleed...When was the last time you had a nosebleed?

Perlis closed one eye, rubbed her head gently, and panted slightly.

What do those images mean? It's like... seeing things through another person's eyes...

Could it be that...the source of this redstone...

As if realizing something, Perlis's eyes narrowed slightly, and a series of terrifying thoughts emerged in her mind:

"...In the mines, a disease called 'crystal wrist disease' is rampant..."

"...the infected person will have their blood and spinal cord drained by the blue crystals growing on their wrists. When the host dies, the crystals will turn a horrible red..."

"...The bodies of the deceased will be collected by federal officials and handled in a centralized manner..."

Thinking of this, Perlis felt an inexplicable urge to dry heave and vomit out the dinner she had just eaten.

For a moment, she didn't want to pick up the redstone module anymore, and even wanted to throw it into the sea.

If the truth is what Perlis thinks, then Laplace will be charged with another crime.

The [Silent] troops are a type of military force that has only appeared in recent years. Perlis was originally speculating where the redstone needed to arm this mass-produced type of military force came from. What she never expected was that the truth would be so horrifying.

This is not redstone, it is clearly human lives.

"..."

After a moment's silence, Perlis slowly walked to the other end of the cabin and picked up the redstone module.

She didn't even look at the thing again, but put it in her bag and never took it out to use again.

"So tired..."

Perlis rubbed her temples gently, feeling her strength gradually draining away, and took a deep breath.

According to her intuition, her strength is far from reaching its upper limit. In terms of the tolerance that factors can control, there is still a lot of room for improvement.

But how to improve it remains a mystery to Perlis.

The last time my bloodline awakened, it was provided by [Black Cape] Mercury who injected me with a "catalyst", but it seemed to only accelerate the process rather than bring about a qualitative change.

So what can we do? Can we become stronger by eating three meals a day on time?

As Perlis was thinking, the poet's face and his inexplicable words suddenly flashed before her eyes:

"Have fun, little girl, and remember to eat on time."

Well...

Perlis was silent for a moment, and recalled more of the poet's words:

"...your talent has reached a new level..."

Ladder... is it a level of renewal or something like that? If you can climb to the next step, you will get more powerful power?

But how to reach the next step, or even which step she is on now, Perlis cannot find the answer. There are still many mysteries about the power of the Hafurgard, and perhaps the answers to these mysteries can only be found in [Inmotarus] mentioned by Ikan Geller.

"..."

Perlis shook her head slightly, temporarily suspending her clueless thinking, and instead planned to finish the last thing of the day:

Examine the jet-black sword that once belonged to Ivar.

"..."

Perlis placed the blade of the katana on her knees, gently stroking its patterns and observing it carefully.

The scabbard of this sword is made of a material similar to obsidian. The surface is uneven with some irregular lines, smooth and delicate, reflecting a little light.

Holding the hilt, the light in Perlis's eyes lit up, and then she gently pulled out the sword -

"Om-"

Just as it was unsheathed, several red electric currents burst out from the blade, causing the candlelight in the cabin to flicker several times.

Perlis immediately felt some of the pressure: her head was slightly tingling, obviously she had overexerted herself today.

Enduring the fatigue, Perlis exerted force and pulled the sword out of the scabbard.

"bass--"

The blade, so sharp that it seemed to be able to cut through space itself, made a slight rumbling sound as it cut through the air, and a faint red glow covered the black blade.

The difference from when Ivar used this black sword before was that it was attached with more violent strong factor energy in Perlis's hand. The boiling light was jumping on the dark surface of the sword, and it was obviously more powerful.

As expected, this black knife is most likely related to the Hafurgaard tribe.

"call..."

Perlis carefully looked at the black blade without any scratches on the surface. It was obviously made of some powerful material, not like the federal military material.

Just by looking at the blade, Perlis had a feeling——

——This sword really has the ability to split space.

I have one too...Perlis muttered, and waved it gently, feeling the resonance between the sword and the space.

At this time, the pitch-black sword changed - as the time it was pulled out became longer and longer, the red light attached to the blade gradually faded and turned back into pitch-black.

It seems that, unlike the butterfly knife, what gives this sword its strong factor energy is not the sword itself, but its scabbard... Thinking so, Perlis put the sword back into the scabbard inch by inch and held the handle again.

Perlis's intuition told her that she couldn't draw her sword again today, or she would be exhausted.

"Um..."

After careful consideration, Perlis roughly figured out the best way to use the black sword in battle: do not unsheathe it at ordinary times, and draw the sword when a high-intensity burst attack is needed, and then fight during the period when its attachment factor is the strongest.

Wait until the red light dims, then take back the black knife, re-energize it, and look for the next opportunity to use it.

Pulling it out and swinging it around like we did today in the naval battle might be fine for dealing with a few pirate minions, but it would still be too much of a strain on the body, making a fuss out of nothing...

As for the power to control the red thunder that Ivar displayed on the top of the Tower of Babel, Perlis didn't dare to think about it, and tried not to think about it for the time being - it was most likely some kind of cooperation created by the black knife and the core of the Tower of Babel. Unless Perlis could make thunder fall from the sky, it would be too early for her to possess this kind of power.

What a trouble... Thinking so, Perlis took out the butterfly knife from her sleeve, and twirled it lightly and casually on her fingertips. Suddenly, she felt very happy.

Butterfly knife is better!

"..."

At this moment, Perlis felt dizzy, so she stopped forcing herself and fell onto the bed.

Although it was just sunset, she still chose to go to bed early to prepare for tomorrow's trip to Xilin Island.

——Due to the damage suffered in the naval battle, the "Blue Reef" will anchor at Xilin Island for a day to replenish resources.

"..."

Perlis lay down on the bed. The setting sun outside the window had completely sunk into the seabed. Not long after, the entire sea became dark and deep.

The stars in the sky gradually lit up, and among the stars of the White Flame constellation, Perlis once again saw that special star.

The star blinked at Perlis, as if wishing her a good sleep.

But just looking at the star, Perlis thought of so many people, so many people.

"......"

Perlis forced all her emotions into the little black box in her heart, not allowing her thoughts to wander at all.

In the embrace of the sea, the hull of the "Blue Reef" swayed slowly. The sound of the waves and the "creaking" sound of the swaying hull was gentle and deep, like a lullaby.

In this gloomy sea atmosphere, Perlis's thoughts gradually faded away, and finally she arrived at the sea of ​​flowers.

She lay down in the sea of ​​flowers, looking at the starry sky, without saying a word.

......

3) Ocean currents and tides (Part 3)

On a foggy morning, Perlis stepped onto the deck of the Blue Reef and walked to the bow.

There, a tall and majestic figure was standing in the gray fog, and the three-legged hat on his head looked serious and old-fashioned.

"..."

Perlis walked silently to the side of Captain [Hammerhead Shark] Furukawa Wataru, and looked at the horizon in front of the "Blue Reef" with him.

Although shrouded in gray fog, the outline of the island gradually emerged behind the curtain-like gray tone:

Xilin Island is a transit station on the ocean currents.

"..."

Neither Furukawa Wataru nor Perlis spoke to each other. They just stared at the gray mist, listening to the waves slowly rolling and the sea breeze blowing.

After staring for a long time, Furukawa Wataru finally spoke in a low voice:

"You are strong, little girl."

He glanced over and saw Perlis's indifferent profile. He continued with a serious expression:

"It's cold around you."

"What does that feel like?" Perlis didn't look back, just looked at the horizon.

"Oh, jump into the ice cave in the Misty Strait and you will feel it."

Furukawa Watari squinted his eyes slightly, trying to see the outline of the island on the horizon:

"Have you seen Bai Peng Falcon recently? I don't know what his current title is."

White Peng Falcon... [Giant Warrior], the White Peng Falcon in the eleventh seat of [Blade of Babel]? Perlis finally turned around and looked at the serious-looking Furukawa Watari:

"You know him?"

"An old friend, just on a different path."

Furukawa Wataru murmured, his dark green eyes were cloudy and deep: it was as if countless flames flashed through them.

Could they be comrades? But in the history of the [College War], I have never heard of this name... Thinking of this, Perlis pondered for a moment, and then spoke:

"He is a real fighter, but he is inferior to me (in Dila)."