Nightmare’s Call

Then for three consecutive days, Lin Sheng did not enter the dream again, nor even dreamed.

Every night he rested very well.

In addition to studying and reviewing every day, I just go out to find a place to practice swords.

Now practicing swords, he is to fuse and absorb the memories of elite rotten swordsmen.

That guy is the captain of the patrol team in Heiyu City. He is a typical aristocratic academist. He has to practice a set of basic sword skills every day, so Lin Sheng has a comprehensive sword skill system.

And the sword skill mastered by the other party is obviously more than one move, but in Lin Sheng's incomplete memory, there is only one move.

Of course, he was already very satisfied.

After all, this is the first time he has mastered real sword skills. Before that, he was actually fighting against the enemy with basic moves.

Apart from sword skills, what he looks forward to the most is the part about the Valen Temple in this guy's memory.

In the incomplete memory, the Temple of Valen does possess a special secret technique that can rapidly increase the strength of the body. It's just that this kind of secret technique is kept secret, and it is only for the official soldiers in the temple to learn.

The most important thing is that according to the memory fragments obtained this time, the temple has indeed mastered a special method of cultivation, a method that can break through the limit faster.

In other words, the real special limit-breaking method.

In his memory, the rotten swordsman who was extremely powerful before was only a second-level fighter.

In this incomplete memory, fighters who have reached the third level can automatically receive certain town preferential treatment in Heiyu City.

If a third-level fighter is willing to attach himself to a certain family, the treatment he can receive can even be equivalent to that of many high-ranking citizens.

This also made Lin Sheng more and more looking forward to when he could break through the limit and step into the third level.

Soon, there is not much time for calm.

On March 31st, finally, the dreamland could be entered again.

Fine drizzle fell from the sky like silk threads, drenching Lin Sheng's body in pajamas.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt a cold wetness on his face, back of his hands, and neck.

"It's still raining in this damn place?" Lin Sheng quickly scanned his surroundings.

He was standing at the place where he killed the elite rotten swordsman before, and the triangular black eagle flagpole stood on the left.

"Go and undress first!"

Without saying a word, Lin Sheng rushed over and began to take off his clothes from the rotting swordsman's body.

"Hey, is it still a woman?" Lin Sheng was slightly taken aback as soon as he put his hand up.

"No, it's because the pectoral muscles are bigger." He immediately recognized the difference.

The clothes on the Rotten Swordsman were like a large piece of black tablecloth, a hole was dug in the middle of the circle, and his head was stuffed into it.

The style is too simple.

The lower body is a black long skirt, but the side is split, and gray trousers are worn inside.

A chain of decorative silver beads is attached to the belt around the waist, along with a money pouch.

Lin Sheng reached out and tore off the money bag.

The off-white purse has the same structure as an old-fashioned satchel, only the size of a palm.

He untied the cloth of the bag, turned it upside down and shook it out.

Slap.

A small black object fell to the ground.

Lin Sheng quickly picked it up, it was a key, a serrated key with a round handle. There is also a small vertical pupil symbol engraved on it.

"This symbol." Lin Sheng picked it up, put it in front of his eyes, and examined it carefully. "It's very similar to the vertical pupil seen in Ravel."

He distinguished carefully, and then quickly raised the black sword in his hand to check the symbol on the blade.

Two symbols, one large and one small, are lined up together, and they look similar.

"The style is the same, it should be a symbol."

Lin Sheng felt a little suspicious.

"There is no doubt that this symbol must represent something, maybe an organization, a force, or a belief? It's all possible.

And this kind of symbol can be engraved on the door or on the body of the sword openly, without fear of being discovered, it is obviously not a sign of a cult, not accepted by everyone. "

He looked at the huge Black Feather City not far away.

"Maybe the answer is right there"

Putting away his things, Lin Sheng stripped off the coats of the elite rotten swordsmen and put them on reluctantly.

The top is a little too big. It was obvious that he was too thin.

"I need to strengthen my muscles and build my body." Lin Sheng sighed, looked at the black sword in his hand, and then at the black sword in the corpse's hand.

The blade in the corpse's hand was thicker and wider. The hand guard is round and perfectly protects the palm. The handle of the sword is the right thickness and is bound with thin non-slip yarn.

In the end, the end of the hilt was not in the shape of a ball as usual, but in the shape of a spike, and there was still blood on the end of the spike.

"It looks like this one is obviously much more powerful."

Lin Sheng decisively discarded the black sword obtained from Ravel, and bent down to pick up the black sword in the hands of the dead body.

"Since they were all obtained from rotten swordsmen, these black swords should be called rotten long swords."

He lifted the black sword and weighed it, it was heavier than before, and it was much heavier.

"It's almost ten catties. It's amazing."

He used only four or five catties before, and this almost doubled, so it took a while to get used to.

Then there was the dagger he had taken before.

The dagger was unexpectedly heavy, at least three to four catties, he hesitated for a while, but still didn't bring it. Just a sword is enough.

Bury the dagger under the flagpole, maybe you can find it later and use it when you come back.

Holding the sword in both hands, Lin Sheng started wandering around the city again.

In the darkness, the weeds around Heiyu City were constantly swaying with the wind, making soft rustling noises.

He walked for a long time by the moonlight without encountering a single monster.

Instead, he walked in a hurry, a little out of breath and tired.

“Physically too weak”

Lin Sheng leaned against the city wall to rest. The ten-jin long sword has been carried, and I am still a little tired after walking for so long.

"I have to find a way to quickly improve my physical endurance and strength. I exercise every day. Although I can improve, it's too slow."

He sighed inwardly.

After resting for a while, the rain gradually stopped.

His clothes were also soaked, and his whole body was cold, but his heart was hot.

He has a rough map of Heiyu City.

He has also planned the route of the Warren Temple and LS Bell, and what he has to do now is to enter the city!

"My strength has improved now, and I have been around for so long, but I can't find any living things. It seems that I can only enter the city."

Lin Sheng licked his lips, his eyes wandering while holding the sword.

"However, I just changed the sword now, so don't be in a hurry, get used to it, and then prepare to enter the city."

After pausing for a while, he stood up and continued looking for prey with his sword in hand.

But this time was different from before, he was heading back. Do not explore elsewhere.

Walking along the city wall, you don't need to discern the direction. Going back is much faster than exploring.

Not long after, Lin Sheng returned to the gate of the city again.

The doorway was deep and dark, with gusts of cold wind constantly blowing inside.

Lin Sheng raised his head and glanced above the city gate.

After the rain, the fog dissipated, and there were sawtooth-like arrow stacks above the city gate.

Behind the stack of arrows, a tall black tower with a spire is looming.

The moonlight fell, and the entire city wall was stained with a silver light.

Lin Sheng withdrew his gaze, clenched his rotten long sword, and strode towards the door.