, The extraordinary Lord

Just as Martin dragged the two of them by the display post, there was a very small fragment of a mirror on the ground, probably because people were kicked when they ran away.

Martin didn't take it seriously at first and was about to kick the fragments away to avoid scratching himself and dragging the two people.

Unexpectedly, after a glance, I saw some abnormalities in the fragment.

So after speeding up the two of them and dragging them into the courtyard, Martin hurried back to the edge of the display stand.

The ground is a walnut-colored floor, and there are several sheets of paper with footprints around the display column, full of physics knowledge from above the earth.

The flames at the door were burning, and the temperature in the room was rising constantly.

The gray-black smoke began to spread throughout the room, and the burning smell was very bad, so Martin could only hold his breath.

"What are you doing?"

Kasan was a little curious. There were two pitiful girls beside her, with tears on her face.

"Thank you, Clin's teacher." The two thanked Martin.

Martin waved his hand, not caring about it.

The air smelled a little bad. He covered his nose with his left hand, picked up the fragments of the slender mirror less than the size of his finger with his right hand, and looked at it on the ground.

In that mirror, there was a ball of grayish-white powder, like ashes.

However, the ground in reality is empty!

"What is this?" Kasan was also a little curious, and reached out to touch the position where the powder should be, but frowned in confusion.

"It should be a unique material," Martin guessed.

After looking at the location, Martin thought it was something left after the person in the mirror died.

While speaking, Martin also reached out to touch the ground where the powder was located, without any feeling.

I looked into the mirror again, and the powder still existed, and it didn't move at all.

"How should I get it?" Casan asked.

Martin was also thinking hard.

With a moving heart, he held the mirror with his left hand, adjusted the angle, and touched the ball of powder with his right hand in the mirror...

Although he still had no touch on his hands, he poked a pit in the mirror!

At the same time, a prompt popped up in the system.

【Invisible skeleton!】

[Karand probably didn't expect that his ashes would continue to exist in this way before his death.]

【Spiritual material, can be used to make potion formulas or ritual materials.】

Seeing this introduction, Martin's thoughts were a little distracted.

Is the person in the mirror Carlander?

Coaland has long been dead, so the person in the mirror should be a existence similar to Kaland's illusion.

Moreover, judging from what I have learned, there is more than one person in the mirror.

The people in the mirror recorded in "The Holy Road" can also communicate with people.

Is this the remnant of the power of the gods?

Dead without being stiff...

However, Martin already knew how to get the ashes.

He took out another piece of paper from his arms, which happened to be the second law of Newton.

After looking at the fragments of the mirror in his hand again, Martin frowned inadvertently.

Some are too small.

He quickly got up, walked to the door of the hall, and found a larger fragment of the mirror from the ground.

"Help me get it, this angle...just like this, don't move."

Martin handed the mirror fragments to Kasan and guided her to adjust the angle, use the paper to sweep all the powder in the mirror onto the paper.

Then, he folded the paper into a paper bag.

The originally light paper suddenly increased some weight and became a bit heavy.

Martin took a piece of silk from the display post next to it, wrapped the paper, and put it directly into his arms.

Looking up, Cassia, the two girls, and Cassia who were standing next to her at some time, all looked at her with a surprised and curious look. Martin coughed twice and said to Cassia:

"Ahem, this seems to be your villa, don't you need to put out the fire?"

At this time, the temperature in the room dropped sharply, and frost spread from the door, all on the walls, floors, and ceilings.

The flames that were burning just now disappeared in an instant.

However, there was still gray-black smoke in the hall that could not be dispelled for a while.

The third prince appeared at the door.

At the same time, he was holding a man... a stick.

His limbs were cut off and most of his torso was frozen to ice.

It is normal to have only one head and chest left.

However, Martin could feel that the invisible fluctuations of power were constantly spreading outwards in his body, continuing his life.

When did the two girls see this?

In an instant, it seemed as if I was frozen by the cold ice, and my teeth kept shaking and making sounds.

Kassan pulled the two girls to the yard to relieve his emotions. Cassia's face turned pale, her lips tightly closed and said nothing.

Martin looked as usual.

He also had imagined what to do to treat extraordinary people if they don’t want the other party to die to make them lose their combat effectiveness to the greatest extent.

For mid-level extraordinary people, cutting off the limbs is only the most basic operation.

Martin even suspected that some higher-order sequences known for physical strength have the ability to regenerate broken limbs...

Be kind to the enemy is cruel to oneself. Martin will never forget the minced meat and plasma made by those cultists...

"He is the man of Mother Earth."

Bang!

The third prince threw the man on the ground casually, and while making a muffled sound, it splashed all the ice on the ground.

The Count also returned to the hall at this moment, looked at the people on the ground, and turned his gaze to Martin.

The third prince also looked at Martin, as if waiting for him to ask something.

Martin suddenly felt a little confused when he was gaze with these two gazes.

The popsicles on the ground also looked at Martin resentfully and gritted their teeth and asked: "How did you... discover him?"

The intense pain and incomparable resentment made his voice tremble.

The "he" in his words naturally refers to the person in the mirror.

Of course, Martin would not explain, but took out the mirrored eyes from his arms and asked without answering, "Is this thing related to the person in the mirror?"

The man sneered disdainfully, staring at Martin with resentment, and kept silent.

Seeing that he had no intention of answering, Martin was too lazy to use his ability to ask more questions, which would only waste extraordinary power.

In fact, Martin knows more than he does.

Wrapped the things, and at the same time, Martin ruthlessly mocked, "You Mother Earth God is really funny. You sent someone to assassinate the prince, but you can't even beat the prince with a single finger."

The man exhaled two white breaths in anger, stared at Martin, and suddenly smiled with a ferocious face: "I miss you the third prince who dies the most, but we are not. Guess why the third prince stayed in Falalinburg for so long? Hahaha..."

Vita's face became a little gloomy and he stared at the person.

Martin smiled coldly: "What's the use of these? The third prince will set off to return to Annu in a while. I think your soldiers are about to reach the border and are preparing for a raid?"

The man's face changed drastically.

In fact, it was not just men, but even the few people around Martin were scared by these words.

Only the third prince had a premonition, but he also looked at Martin with a suspicious look, and at the same time he also had a bit of appreciation.

"Do you know why the port is closed? Let me guess, the grain-carrying fleet should have sent out a signal of attack? Or do you have some kind of unique connection with Lance?"

The man stared at Martin like a monster, clenched his teeth and stopped talking.

Kassan, who had just returned to the hall, suddenly spoke: "From his expression changes, there are both."

Martin looked at Kasan unexpectedly, but she didn't expect that she was still a micro-expression analyst...

But after thinking about it, he felt relieved again.
To be continued...