Chapter 11

The world of the transcendent has distinct levels.

Ordinary people need to undergo a soul transformation ceremony to become an extraordinary person, experience the first soul transformation, and fully stimulate the fusion ability of the soul.

After the soul transformation is successful, choose to fuse different "demonic souls" to transform into corresponding extraordinary occupations.

Demon soul is the collective name for the souls of all kinds of monsters, strange monsters, insects, monsters and demons, excluding the souls of intelligent races, to distinguish the two.

The demon soul fused for the first time is called the main soul.

The main soul can play the greatest role, and it has the highest strength bonus to the extraordinary, and it determines the career direction. With the improvement of strength, the soul will become stronger and stronger, until a soul ascension occurs, and then a new demon soul can be fused, which is generally called a secondary soul.

Every time a demon soul is fused, the professional level of the extraordinary person will increase by one level.

The first to third ranks belong to the elementary transcendent, with one main soul and two secondary souls. The third level is the bottleneck of rank. If you want to break through to the middle level, that is, from the fourth to the sixth level, then you must perform another soul change, and then integrate the new main soul.

As the level increases, the difficulty of soul transformation becomes more and more difficult.

A transcendent needs to go through a total of three soul transformations, six ascensions, and the fusion of nine demonic souls to advance from the first level to the ninth level.

If you perform the fourth soul transformation ceremony above the high level, you will enter the legend!

Transcendents above the tenth level are legends. They break through the limit of human lifespan and possess unimaginable power.

Many people have only heard of legendary stories throughout their lives, but they have never met legends in front of them.

Now, Ren saw a suspected legendary witcher!

However, except for the possible dwarf Zoltan, no one else in the hotel realized that there was a legend around him, and they just regarded Roger as a relatively strong witcher.

"Sometimes it's a blessing not to know the truth."

Ren muttered to himself.

He has a very intuitive feeling of the power of this demon hunter. Compared with the soul of ordinary people, Roger's soul is as dazzling as the sun, and it is almost impossible to look directly at it.

Even just looking at it, I let myself suffer backlash, I really don't know how terrible he is when he makes a move!

Ren didn't dare to look around anymore, for fear of offending this cold legend.

He hastily finished what was left of the ragout, and hurried upstairs to his room.

However, Ren didn't know. After he went upstairs, Roger glanced at his back and said to Zoltan: "What is the origin of this young man? Are you familiar with him?"

"Not very familiar, a young man who just came to the Lien District, either just got eliminated by the academy, or fell out with his family. He has only lived in for a day, but he is a very powerful mechanical craftsman." Zoltan touched Touching his beard, thinking of the tube he saw just now, he couldn't help but ask, "How do you know?"

"He smells like a workshop. It comes all the way from your yard. I can smell it three streets away."

Zoltan exclaimed, "Your nose is smarter than a dog."

"Quite an interesting young man." Roger looked away, and a thoughtful look flashed in his cat-like eyes.

"Don't talk about Ren." Zoltan put down his wine glass, took out a card from his pocket, and shouted: "Come on, let's play a few rounds to get addicted. I haven't seen you in ten years. Let me see your card." Have your card skills regressed? Hehe, I have collected a lot of rare cards over the years, if you are still at the level of ten years ago, then wait to die!"

Roger's expression changed slightly, he sat up straight, and said seriously, "Even if I've been sleeping all these years, you don't want to win against me."

With that said, he took out a large stack of cards from the leather pouch on his waist.

The next morning, the energetic Ryan went downstairs to the hotel lobby, but saw Zoltan and Roger still sitting on the counter playing cards.

The two haven't even changed their positions, obviously since they played cards last night.

Ren didn't bother them, passed by, ate a free breakfast, entered the workshop behind, and continued to process the parts of the shotgun.

For several days in a row, Ryan soaked in the workshop from morning to night, successfully manufacturing one part after another.

Every morning and evening, he would eat in the hotel lobby, and then he would see Zoltan and Roger playing cards.

Zoltan left the hotel in the hands of his men and ignored everything else.

The same is true for Roger, a majestic legendary transcendent, sitting there playing cards day and night, just like an Internet addicted teenager who has lived in an Internet cafe for several months.

The image of a master in Ren's mind suddenly collapsed.

Five days later, Ren held the newly polished black wooden gun stock in his hand and let out a long breath.

This is the last part for the shotgun!

The other 70 parts have been manufactured, and with this buttstock, a complete Remington M870 shotgun can be assembled.

He took the gun stock and walked to the workbench. All the parts were placed on a piece of coarse cloth and neatly arranged.

Without any pause, Ren began to assemble.

Although this is the first physical assembly, he has assembled it hundreds of times in games and mobile phones, and the sequence is already familiar to him. He can do which step to install and which part to install with his eyes closed.

The movements of both hands were non-stop, as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water. Soon, a pure black shotgun appeared in his hand, showing the beauty of craftsmanship.

Ren felt the weight and size of the gun body, which was very close to the parameters in the three-dimensional structure diagram. It was heavy in the hand, and it was no problem to use it to hit people.

He put the butt of the gun on his right shoulder, held the front handguard of the gun with his left hand, and made an aiming posture.

Pull the trigger and there is a crisp sound.

Pulling the handguard with his left hand, there was a click, and it was reloaded neatly, and the trigger was pulled again with a crisp sound. Several times in a row, the empty ammunition was reloaded quickly, and there was no problem, and the internal structure was very stable.

Now it's almost time to reload.

Ren looked at a cardboard box on the table. He made the bullets yesterday.

Zoltan has a single-step rotary tower press specially made for bullets, which can be pressed manually by simply changing the mold of the corresponding size.

The M870 uses 12-caliber bullets. Wren handmade a batch of shell casings with brass, equipped with primer and steel balls, and used up all the black powder. A total of 30 shotgun shells were manufactured.

There is a target wall in the workshop, which Zoltan usually uses to test guns. It is full of pits and holes, and the entire stone wall has been knocked out.

Ren loaded a bullet, stood five meters away and fired a shot at the wall.

boom!

There was a muffled sound, white smoke spewed out from the gun barrel, and a strong smell of gunpowder entered the nostrils.

Ren raised his hand to sweep away the smoke in front of him, his face full of unstoppable joy.

The recoil from the gun body is not small, but it is within the tolerable range. He went to the target wall and inspected it carefully, and found dozens of small and dense holes, distributed very randomly, covering about half a square meter in the killing range, and the power was quite astonishing.

If this gun hits a person, it will definitely turn him into a sieve!

Next, Wren loaded three bullets at a time and fired in rapid succession, three bang bang bang, leaving more small holes in the target wall. However, there are already countless potholes on the target wall, which are in a mess. If you don't look for them deliberately, it is difficult to find these inconspicuous holes.

"Okay, this gun is fine, but the smoke is too smoky, let's improve it when we have a chance in the future."

Ren did not continue the test. There were only 30 bullets in total, and the rest could not be wasted.

"Now, the time for revenge has come."

He silently dismantled the gun into its parts, packed them together with the bullets in a black cloth bag, and walked out of the workshop. When passing the hotel lobby, Zoltan and Roger were still playing cards. He went upstairs and put the cloth bag under the bed in the room, and then went downstairs to the counter.

"Zoltan, I won't borrow your workshop tomorrow."

Zoltan looked up at Ren and said in surprise, "It's all over so soon?"

But now his mind is on playing cards, and he shook his hand before Renn could answer, "You borrowed the workshop for five days, and I didn't count the materials used carefully, just give me 300 copper lisos in total."

Ryan paid the money readily and said sincerely, "Thank you."

He actually took advantage of this borrowing. The coal and metal materials used during the five-day period must have exceeded 50 copper lisos. Without Zoltan's generous help, he does not know when he will be able to get his revenge.

Zoltan nodded indifferently and did not speak again.

Roger, who was sitting across from him, was even more focused on the cards, without even looking at Ren.

Ren didn't bother them, turned around and left the hotel.

He returned along the way he came a few days ago, and took another look when he passed the Church of Justice. Unfortunately, there are no fallen people to be judged these days, so he has no chance to absorb the soul charge.

Arrived at the station, got on a bus, and after a transfer, Wren arrived at Wood Street in Honiton.

Residents in Honiton are mainly businessmen, white-collar workers, and employees of chambers of commerce. Most of them are engaged in decent jobs. The economic conditions are much better than those in the slums, and the streets are not so crowded.

Ren is familiar with Wood Street, and soon arrived at the place he was looking for.

Maloney's Sword, the swordsmanship gym he worked in not long ago.

Ren didn't go close to the swordsmanship hall, so as not to be seen and recognized by people he knew. Instead, he sat down in an open-air cafe hundreds of meters away, ordered a cup of iced tea, sat in a remote corner, and picked up a newspaper Flip through, open the eyes of the soul from time to time, and observe the movement at the gate of the swordsmanship hall from a distance.

He was waiting for Asperger and Ramsey to come out and find out their whereabouts.

The first step in revenge is to find the address of the two, but Ryan does not intend to do it in the city. Because the sound of the shotgun was too loud, even if he killed two people, he would probably be arrested.

Longshande City is the territory of the Duke of Silver Star. The Duke has two powerful private armed forces, one of which is the Silver Knights, which is responsible for the security of the city. Those guards are all members of the Silver Knights.

In addition, there are the extraordinary power of the three major churches. An ordinary person shooting in the city is tantamount to seeking death.

But it's not all chance.

Ren judged from the clues in his memory that he was knocked out in the city, but after he woke up, he was in the river outside the city.

The current of the Felegren River was not fast, and it was impossible to wash the corpse so far in a short period of time. There was only one explanation, and that was that Ramsay had dumped the corpse outside the city.

In other words, Asperger and Ramsay must have had a secret outpost outside the city, where they were beaten for hours that night.

Moreover, this secret stronghold should not be far from the river when crossing.

If you can find this place, your hands-on opportunity has come.