"Promise him!"

The eye that was redder than blood and darker than darkness turned into a raven. With a flutter of wings, it passed through the porthole of the battleship and landed safely on the desk not far from Calvin.

.

Calvin turned around subconsciously, and then keenly realized from the puppet-like stiffness of everyone around him that he was in some kind of time gap.

"Who are you?" Calvin asked.

His spiritual energy swept across the opponent's body, but he could only vaguely see a shadow.

The darkness made Calvin feel instinctively uncomfortable, but he did not see any power representing corruption in it.

The instinct of the divine soul allows Calvin to take advantage of his own advantages and subconsciously peek at the other party from the perspective of the long river of time;

But the person in front of him also did not belong to a mortal, and its completeness was also ridiculously high, leaving no trace for Calvin to analyze in time.

what is it?

Enemy conspiracy?

Or is it some kind of subspace creature that appears unexpectedly?

There are countless speculations swirling in Calvin's mind, but no matter which result it points to, it makes him more and more resistant to this unknown existence.

Subspace does contain everything, and even without a fixed concept of space, it is far broader than the real universe;

But goodwill also does not exist in subspace. This "garbage pit" corresponding to the real universe has everything, except that there is no thing called kindness.

Watchful little guy...

A trace of human approval appeared on the bird's face, but it disappeared under the cover of some kind of power.

"That's not important! What's important is that I can help you survive and take your heirs with you."

The raven slightly tilted its head and squinted at him, and what it said was an offer that Calvin could not refuse;

And Calvin also instinctively sensed some subtle details - at least from its appearance until now, this weird thing has indeed not shown the madness unique to subspace.

But it was still just an appearance, and it couldn't make him let down his guard.

"What's the price?" he asked.

Everything has a price, and Calvin needs to know whether this "goodwill" is something he can afford.

Unexpectedly, his defensiveness did not arouse the other party's disgust or discomfort, but instead aroused its exclamation.

"Yeah..." The raven's voice was indescribably old, and the irony in it was beyond words.

"Everyone knows that there is a price for transactions, but there are people...

Forget it, this has nothing to do with you, I probably haven’t spoken for too long..."

The raven looked at Calvin, and in the latter's vigilant gaze, it opened its long beak humanely:

"The price is that I will follow you for a long time, and you are not allowed to tell anyone around you!"

"...Deal!" Calvin thought for a while and finally chose to agree.

"A long time" and "not allowed to tell anyone".

This broad "wording" undoubtedly made Calvin put down most of his vigilance.

Because any conspiracy that can arouse occult reactions should not be so vague on the key words "time and space".

This is almost a gentleman's agreement, and there are no rules at all to enforce it.

"Very good, let's get started. After all, we can't keep them waiting too fast..."

The raven nodded with satisfaction, and then at the moment when the original body was completely defenseless, it turned into a black line and merged into Calvin's shadow.

boom!

The Serpent's Lin's steel boots were as heavy as an elephant's foot. While bringing up a cloud of smoke and dust on the ceramite deck of the Vengeful Spirit, it also awakened Calvin from the "time rift".

The original body subconsciously tensed up its whole body and used its spiritual energy to explore the nearby space.

But the hiding methods possessed by that dark shadow are obviously not simple, at least they are not subconscious tricks to mislead people.

"Stop looking...I'm here."

A sudden voice sounded in Calvin's mind, and following the prompts of that voice, Calvin's pupils widened slightly and he looked at his own shadow from the corner of his eye.

He actually saw the other party "get in" there with his own eyes, but what he just focused on using his psychic energy to scan was his own shadow!

"It's not that simple, little one."

The voice was slightly smiling, and he was obviously quite satisfied with his abilities.

"A shadow is a shadow, it's always there.

Even it is not limited to physics, even the mind has its own shadow..."

"Fuck! The shadow of the soul? What the hell!"

Calvin complained in his mind, but he already believed the information given by the other party.

He instinctively tightened his soul, not letting any thoughts have a chance to escape.

In front of such a person who knows neither friend nor foe but can master the way of shadow to such an extent, any amplification of emotions is tantamount to telling the other person his or her own thoughts face to face.

One way leads to the other, hundreds of ways lead to it.

The so-called way of shadows that this guy talks about has reached this level, which is almost philosophical. No wonder he will get nothing using ordinary psychic exploration.

What the other party said after almost "showing off skills" meant that its mastery of shadows had gone beyond simple witchcraft and was close to the Tao.

And this kind of "person" who specializes in a certain "concept" and field and has embarked on an extremely far-reaching path greatly shocked Calvin, and at the same time, it also opened up a new path in front of him.

path of!

Can you still play like this?

Calvin put his thoughts out there, and as expected, received a response from the other party!

"Of course! But...trust me, the price is something you never want to experience."

"Pretend I didn't say it!" Calvin followed suit and immediately stopped asking about the other person's background.

The grief that overflows from the "language of consciousness" alone does not seem to be fake;

And he has absolutely no intention of accepting an "unplanned" spiritual baptism at this critical moment...

He looked at Abaddon, who was walking towards him and stood at the edge of the aura between the two, and released his thoughts again in his heart:

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "What do you think about this guy?"

In response to his consciousness, after a brief pause, the shadow said harshly to Calvin:

"Kill him! You are much stronger than him! But I'm not sure if he has a back-up plan. That crown doesn't give him all the power. He will only become stronger the next time he meets you!"

"Understood!" The Imperial Truth in Calvin's hand seemed to be motionless, but it whimpered strangely in the air, making Abaddon frown.

That is the result of Hyperion's blessing being fully released:

Under the terrifying weight, this long sword, which originated from the same origin as Draconion, is using its finger-strong blade to cut the surrounding air with an invisible amplitude.

boom!

The deck of the Spirit of Vengeance was overturned again, and from a perspective that no one could see, the entire battleship's flight posture became unstable for a moment.

Calvin, who disappeared in place, instantly appeared above Abaddon's head with terrifying gravitational potential;

Abaddon, who was reminded of the danger by his instinct, subconsciously took half a step back and used his swords in both hands to parry!

Bang...

Carrying a terrifying load that had never been imagined since it was cast, the Giant Snake Lin disappeared at the other end of the bridge hall in a burst of dust.

And as Calvin subconsciously glanced at him warily, Mortarion, who was being pushed into the shadows, could not hold back under his mask and quietly bared his teeth.

"What the hell is this!"

Mortarion suddenly touched his beloved weapon with some distress, and finally understood why this guy kept complaining during the battle just now.

Of course he knew that Calvin's power was somewhat abnormal, and he indeed used his rich battlefield experience to "control" Calvin's rhythm.

But no matter how perfect the "squeezing" and "control" are, there will inevitably be a frontal physical collision;

And under Mortarion's rare "dimensionality reduction suppression" on Calvin just now, the Silent Scythe and the Imperial Truth were only ignored and scratched by him a few times...

This is just power...

It is the result of muscles, bones, blood vessels, and even the entire body.

The father he abandoned had indeed not wasted these decades.

Amid the suffering of seemingly sitting on the Golden Throne, His "new works" have once again approached the limits allowed by the physical universe...

"Kill him...must kill him! We can't wait until he matures, let alone until he has his own legion!"

The malice in Mortarion's eyes was so real that even Calvin, who was preparing to pursue him, was afraid.

Just as he personally abandoned the man who gave him life, he would never allow that man to create a brother who was better than himself!
To be continued...