Dark purple leaves hung on the chest, and Donald stared at the half branch on the bedding in front of him that had just been broken from the small garden next to him.

Since he obtained the demonic power of that dominant power, he would start to study as soon as he had free time.

Since she had never seen her fighting style at that time, she naturally couldn't imitate her like she did before.

However, some of the characteristics of this power are still very clear. For example, this demonic power seems to work on plants or any wooden objects.

With his fingers on the branches, the demonic power was activated, and Donald did not deliberately make any changes, but simply poured his strength into it.

He wanted to see what the most primitive state was like.

With the consumption of mental power, this broken branch first grew a large number of branches. It was obviously just branches as thick as an index finger, but the thickness of these strips could continue to expand.

"What are you doing?"

Stephanie, who was helping Donald iron her clothes by the fireplace, turned around and was startled to see this scene and asked in surprise.

"It's okay, I'm just trying some new spells. You're busy with yours. If you have time, please think about why Lord Mark Darren would say that to me."

He waved his hand, pulled the quilt to his waist, and stared at the subsequent changes that rose from the branches.

After the new branches grew to a certain extent, Donald found that some dark purple spots began to appear on their brown-gray skin, and continued to expand, eventually dyeing the entire wood branch into a dark purple.

Plant growth and toxic properties, these two characteristics that Donald could perceive are indeed present.

"Branches alone are not good, since that's the case..."

He stretched out his hand, faced his palms towards him, and slowly clenched. The branches facing the back of his hand began to imitate Donald's hands and gradually entangled together to form a dark purple vine fist.

Through the connection of the demonic power, he can truly do whatever he wants in the control of these branches.

"It's interesting. You can summon a large number of branches on any wooden object. They can change with my heart and have poison attributes. So as long as you increase the consumption of mental power, can you expand and enlarge it?"

Do it as you say, and the consumption speed of mental power suddenly increased. This time it was no longer a branch on the bedding, but a wooden floor beside the bed. In the blink of an eye, dozens of vines were swaying and gradually turned into a giant fist, and then dispersed, becoming the wooden men Donald had once been on a new airship.

The difference is that the new airship is a thorny wooden man, covered with a layer of sharp thorns, but Donald summoned it did not.

Thinking of this, Jingthorn should be the personal talent of the dominant-level strongman.

"There is no thorn as an external attack method, and I always feel a little weak...but I have something better."

A dark green flame rose from the tip of the index finger, put it in front and blew it gently, and a spark fell on the wooden man, immediately wrapping its whole body.

After being revitalized by a demon, the wooden man, who was originally a normal human, swelled up like a devil. After a while, he broke through two meters. No thorns grew on his body, but he had a narrower, longer and sharper blade!

The face, which was originally just a rough wooden block, showed facial features transformed from dark green flames.

When it first formed, it looked at Donald, and soon fell to his knees, his forehead against the floor, and never lifted up again.

It is the existence created by Donald, and for it, the person in front of him is above everything else.

Without getting the order, he could not look up at his face.

"Haha, not bad. Compared to her, this ability seems to be more suitable for me."

There is no doubt about this, who made Donald possess three demonic powers at the same time?

It is simply too appropriate for Mineato's demonic activation to cooperate with this demonic power that can summon wood people at will.

The Bone Spirit Pan has never found a soul that can be used, and Donald is still a little worried about this. With this ability now, he has solved the problem of summoning objects or meat shields.

It can be said that it makes up for the considerable shortcomings of his current combat system.

"Donald, I thought of it! His Excellency Mark Darren reminds you to be careful...what is that!"

Stephanie, who was half-ironed, suddenly turned around and jumped directly to Donald's bed. Finger, who was lying beside her, was shocked by her.

As a result, she was halfway through her words, and suddenly she found the wooden man kneeling beside Donald's bed, burning with dark green flames all over her body, and for a moment she was attracted by it.

Stephanie saw the horses summoned by Donald with dark green flames burning all over her body. At that time, she thought it was the effect of the strange object, but now she realized that it was Donald's ability.

"The new spell, named...The Spiral Wood Man, a new learning."

He casually named him, raised his hand and waved his hand, and the thorn blade wood man merged directly into the floor, as if he had never appeared before.

The dark green flames also turned into a wisp of blue smoke, lingering around Donald's fingertips and gradually disappeared.

"It would be great if I could become a wizard. Why do I feel that I can't even beat the wooden man you just summoned?"

He pounced on the bedding and buried his entire face in, Stephanie said in a muffled voice.

"Everyone has a fighting style that suits them. You just haven't discovered your potential yet. What did you want to say just now?"

Hurry up and shifted the topic.

"Ah? I was about to say something... By the way, I thought about why the former deputy mayor asked you to be careful of the strange game. Didn't you kill that dominant alien disciple? The forces she belongs to must hate you. If the strange game knew that it was you who killed her, they might ask you to be bait to lure those people out."

Stephanie turned her body halfway, leaned against Donald's leg, and said seriously.

"What you said makes sense, but you have to think that if the strange meter knows that I am killing the hostile dominant level, according to common sense, I will definitely become the focus of training, right? Even if I want to be a bait, I have to ensure my safety, right? How can I be careful about the strange meter... Wait, you said the first half of the sentence that the strange meter might let me be a bait, and say it again."

Although he knew that Stephanie's idea was wrong, Donald did not directly deny it, but explained patiently. However, halfway through his speech, he looked stunned and then asked urgently.

"The forces that dominate the alien disciples must hate you so much?"

Stephanie repeated it a little unsure.

"Yes, that's what it said!"

By making arguments in a reverse way, Donald inevitably fell into deep thought.

Why be careful about the odd-tuning situation?

Of course, it is because the odd adjustment may be detrimental to him.

Why is the odd-tuning situation not good for him?

Of course, some of his behavior violated the interests of the strange adjustment bureau.

What behavior?

From Mark Darren's reminder, there is no doubt about the new airship.

In this incident, most of the time he was in a daze in the escape corridor and did nothing.

The only two meaningful things that I have done were saving the deputy mayor and killing the dominant alien disciples on the new airship.

What did the Yishuo Bureau think I did wrong?

"Not right...it's right to think about these things from the standpoint of the quasi-commissioned bureau, or is it... the standpoint of the quasi-commissioned bureau from the beginning?"

Many times, when the thinking about certain things is deadlocked, once a breaking point occurs, some of the cognitions accumulated before will be involuntarily connected together. After changing the ideas of things that seemed incomprehensible before, they suddenly make sense.

As he thought more and more deeply, Donald suddenly realized that he seemed to have discovered something amazing.

The senior officials of the Demingham government were eager to reorganize. Those who were promoted in batches, Mark Darren abdicated due to coercion from outside rumors, and the business alliance gained the management rights of the new airship industry.

This series of events that happened after the new airship explosion seemed to be contrary to common sense, but in fact there was an invisible force behind it that was changing the situation in Demingham.

"It's not right... Why doesn't Mayor Garcia stand up? Instead, hesitate to the occurrence of these things. Hiss~ It's a headache!"

For Donald, Semyel Garcia became a hurdle in his thinking route.
Chapter completed!