Crisis

Hilliard knew very well that every psychic was essentially a person with a very tough mind, or even a heart as tough as a rock.

Therefore, he was also a natural sublimator.

Without extremely strong self-will and tenacious spirit, it was impossible to endure the pain of sublimation or deformation of flesh and blood after taking many potions and supplements.

It was even more impossible to continue to control his body in this pain, absorb the essence of many sublimated herbs and magical beasts in the potion, open the divine power of the source seeds in the body, and merge them into "sublimated blood" or "true form path", becoming a sublimator who completely surpassed ordinary life.

Hilliard looked at Ian with expectation. The boy's expression of surprise and yearning was so real that it reminded him of his desire for the path of sublimation when he was young.

The other party had talent, but no one guided him. It was impossible for him to walk the path of sublimation. Even if he was favored by the local sublimators in Harrison Port, he would never reach the second energy level in this life, let alone higher.

But with his guidance, it would be completely different.

"Can the technology on Earth do it?"

At this moment, Ian really felt incredible.

-Perfectly control every muscle of his body, even to the level of disguise?

It sounds simple, but it is actually extremely difficult.

With this level of physical control, even if a hole is opened in the body, I am afraid that muscles can be contracted to avoid bleeding, right?

The genetically modified warriors in the previous life could not do such a thing... Well, it is possible, but an additional muscle control system needs to be installed.

But in the world of Terra, it seems that it can be achieved only through practice and strengthening willpower!

"Strong self-will, even direct control of the body... The world where psychic energy exists is indeed extraordinary." Ian couldn't help whispering in his heart: "This is indeed a seemingly true world, there is no such technology in my hometown."

Ian looked up and looked at Hilliard's familiar yet unfamiliar face again. After confirming that it was difficult for him to distinguish, he couldn't help muttering: "It seems that this identity is not very important to you, teacher."

Indeed, with this ability, there is no place in the world that can't be visited?

"It's not that simple. Disguised as a stranger lurking in the local area, and disguised as a local person lurking in the local area, it is obviously safer to disguise as a stranger, because the former cannot withstand investigation."

But Hilliard raised his hand and shook his finger, pointing out that Ian was obviously thinking too easily: "The border areas may still be able to fish in troubled waters. In the big cities of the empire, you need to have an identity card. It's useless to look the same. The blood type and fingerprints must also be the same."

"And psychics don't need to observe blood and muscles to distinguish people. They observe the 'will field', which are all hidden dangers."

The boy heard it and thought about it carefully, and felt that it was true.

Since the Terra world has this kind of disguise technology, it should also have the same identification technology. Things are not as simple as he thought.

A strange world cannot be judged only by the thinking of the hometown.

At this moment, Ian and Hilliard have come to the vicinity of Ian's house.

The boy, who was originally walking easily, suddenly raised his head and looked at his house.

His eyes were slightly lit, and his gaze was solemn: "There..."

In Ian's foresight, a thick white mist was sitting in a hidden corner of the house, seemingly dealing with something on its feet.

And next to this thick white mist, there were three gray-white mist figures lurking in various corners of the house, as if they were on guard.

The whole house was surrounded by light red mist, but the deepest red was the small shadow next to the thick white mist figure.

That was Elan's breath... a dangerous breath that was extremely close to death!

At the same time, Hilliard also narrowed his eyes - he surprisingly discovered something wrong in the house earlier than Ian: "This breath, the natives of the redwood forest?"

When he and Ian buried the body together, he had heard from the other party that Osenna colluded with the natives, and was not surprised by this.

"It's not particularly troublesome."

Hilliard sensed it slightly, and after realizing that there were four adult breaths in the house, he planned to step forward.

Although he lost his original sublimation power because of the chaos thirty years ago, it was easy to kill these natives even if he only relied on the little strength and skills left in his body.

Based on his heartbeat and breath, the old knight could be sure that the four natives in the house did not have the power of the first level. In the peak period of the empire, they were not even apprentices, but ordinary people who had been trained.

"Please wait a moment, teacher."

But he saw Ian standing in front of him. The boy stared at his home with a serious expression. He said solemnly: "My brother is in the hands of the other party now..."

At this moment, Ian had a little enlightenment in his heart.

"It seems that observing my own future through the changes in other people's fate is indeed incomplete."

With Hilliard, it is impossible for him to be in danger of his life when he went to Hulin. In other words, the changes in his own fate actually represent that layer of pure 'gold'.

In contrast, after he left, Elan, who was left behind, encountered the crisis of the natives, which was the real 'blood'!

"Next time, we should also consider the possibility of foreknowledge. Multiple color combinations and different interpretation methods will give completely different answers."

Ian frowned: "Now we have to think about how to get rid of these natives without endangering Elan."

"Yeah."

Just as the boy was thinking, Hilliard raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect that Ian's psychic power actually had the ability of perspective and could detect information that he couldn't hear.

But this is not surprising. Most psychic powers are originally complex, and most of the holders have keen senses.

Now, what he wants to know most is actually the reaction of his "apprentice".

"What are you going to do?" The old knight said: "If your brother is indeed in the hands of the natives, it will be extremely difficult to rescue him. I can't protect him when the other party wants to kill him... You have to think clearly about the consequences of your actions."

His tone was a little cruel.

"Well, I've thought it through."

Ian stared at the house, his light blue eyes moved slightly: "Teacher, there are four people in the house. A leader is in the living room, and three guards are located behind the back door and window, next to the inner room window, and between the corridor and the kitchen."

He stretched out his hand neatly and pointed out the location of the three native guards to Hilliard: "In order to ventilate and disperse the smell of blood, I opened the kitchen window before I left, and you can go in from there... If possible, I hope the teacher can help me get rid of the three guards."

"Leave the remaining native with my brother to me."