"Then feel for yourself to see if I have a fever." Kelan stretched his wrist to Ivan.
If the temperature is 65 degrees Celsius, this figure is exaggerated, but if it is simply a temperature count, it will be equivalent to a cup of warm water, which is far from hot. Ivan didn’t think much about taking off his gloves and grabbing Kelan’s wrist.
Kelan’s wrist is not hot at all, and he can’t even say it’s warm. Ivan can feel a strange coldness by touching it, which combines the tough but delicate texture of Kelan’s skin. He almost suspects that he is holding not a human wrist but a limb of an animal with smooth skin and warming.
"Strange?" This time, it was Ivan’s turn to be shocked. He looked at the red warning sign on the lens and the temperature value that had soared to 70 degrees. However, the things he touched were so cold that they didn’t look like warm-blooded creatures … He couldn’t help wondering whether the equipment was out of order or his sensory organs were out of order.
"Hey, hey, it’s true. I just started the temperature detection system … yeah, it’s more exaggerated than your glasses, which directly shows that the temperature on Kelan’s body surface is more than 100 degrees Celsius-"Leighton shouted. "So you just grabbed his wrist and your hand won’t be cooked?"
"Try it yourself if you don’t believe me." Ivan loosened Kelan’s wrist and took a step back.
"eh?" Leighton hesitated. "It’s over 100 degrees. Even if I am a remoulder, my biological part is still a mortal …"
"What do you think of my hand?" Ivan asks.
"I think both of your equipments are out of order … Ahem." Thirty-three threw a dirty look at them and said to themselves, "If the temperature around Kelan could be that high, the light would have been distorted by the change of gas density, but have you seen this phenomenon now?"
"Seems to be such a thing …" Leighton held out his hand and touched the Koran arm with a grain of salt "psst … how so cold? Like … Like a fucking corpse … "
"Can’t talk you don’t say …" At Leighton Kelan some language "you also don’t curse me to death!"
"No, I’m just making an analogy … but then again, your body temperature is less than 37 degrees Celsius, right? It can’t be that Ivan and I are out of order at the same time, can it? "
At this moment, Zeluo suddenly came over and walked around Kelan, then looked up and said, "Your temperature measurement is the principle of infrared temperature measurement, right?"
"Yes," Leighton replied, "I don’t know what structure Ivan’s glasses are, but nine times out of ten the equipment that can measure temperature at a distance are infrared."
"That’s right," Zeluo said. "Although Kelan’s body temperature is not that high, there is a terrible energy flowing in his body. A small part of this energy overflows from his body surface. Although it is a little bit, it is enough to cause great interference to your testing equipment."
"Energy? Do you mean that Kelan absorbs that drop of blood? " Leighton muttered, "As soon as I return it, he will be like the Hulk in the movie, even if it won’t become the original eroded species."
"Speaking of change …" Ivan hesitated and looked up at Alexander a few kilometers away. "Now that you have absorbed the original eroded blood, can you kill that thing?"
"I don’t know … to tell the truth, if Zeluo can’ see’ the energy flow in my body, I doubt that I didn’t absorb the drop of blood at all." Kelan’s face is reluctant. "But I didn’t feel any changes in my body except the pain when I just absorbed it. Even the living armor-"
Said the Koran arm instantly covered with a layer of blood-red armor.
"There is still a change in the living armor, that is, from the texture similar to blood scab to the crystal-clear feeling like ruby, and the hardness has increased a little … but it is impossible to kill the’ Alexander’ root just by this change."
Kelan reached out and held down the earphone. "You haven’t spoken since just now. Now I have absorbed the dead true blood. Should you say something?"
"I think you can guess," the intelligence dealer said meaningfully.
"Guess what?"
"If the blood of God is regarded as a box containing power, then you need a key to release what is in the box."
"Can you stop telling riddles at this time?"
"Well, it’s simple. It’s not enough to get his power. You need his permission to get this power."
"He … permission?"
"You should have mastered the way to communicate with that?" The intelligence dealer said, "Even those black bishops with average qualifications in heresy can do it. Should you be able to make him look at you in stop for a minute?"
"You mean …’ the word’? ！” Koran breath suddenly breath.
"Otherwise, is there a second way?"
"Well …"