"The Iron Cavalry is not dead by bare hands..." Melinda said coldly and said with a fierce look on her face, "Very good, I am very satisfied with this name."

Iron Cavalry, this title has made many people in SHIELD awe. Even the black widow Natasha has said that she dare not provoke Melinda, the Iron Cavalry.

But for Melinda herself, this title is not an honor, but a shame and irony that makes her suffer. What makes this seemingly strong title is her powerlessness and weakness.

So she was extremely tired of others calling her like this. It would be easy to say that the relationship was good, but at most it would be cold. As for the relationship was bad... she would use the phone book and hammer to teach them how to be a human being.

Now, Evanson added this name to her newly acquired power, but this did not make her angry, but it was just right for her.

Iron Cavalry! This title remembers my greatest regret in the past. All the pain in my life began from then on. And now... Melinda's eyes are resolute. This mark of shame will witness my strength. This pain will inspire my rise. I will become a true Iron Cavalry!

Just as Melinda was full of inspirational lines, Claya sneaked into Evanson's ear and said, "You don't plan to give someone a piece of equipment for the power you give me, do you?"

"What do you mean?" Evanson asked softly with his eyebrows raised. I am still alive. Don't treat me as an old man who has been buried under the cliff for countless years, giving both martial arts secrets and magical weapons.

"I mean..." Claya's eyebrows trembled cutely. "Actually, I have a set of dark purple full-body armor for you, although it is a man's..." Speaking of this, she secretly glanced at Melinda. "It's nothing wrong with wearing it with her figure."

"Shhh...soft sound." Evanson hurriedly put a finger on his lips. "The agent's ears are very sharp. If she hears this, it will cause death. But..." Evanson's eyes rolled, and an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and asked, "Do you still wear a face-covering helmet?"

"Take it with you." Claya nodded and said, "I also specially used a red fluorescent strip to stick the part of my eyes around. And also installed a sound system for it. Ya...she...hehe." Claya smiled proudly, "How is it very good, right?"

"It's really good." Evanson held his chin with one hand and affirmed, "Does he have to give her a big Yangtze River sword?"

"I usually sell swords separately," Claya replied, "but if she is really willing to buy them, I can also give them to her as a reward."

"What are you two talking about?" Melinda finally finished her motivation, but she found that the young couple gathered together and muttered to her, not knowing what they were talking about. But from the sight they glanced at her from time to time, it should have something to do with her. And... Melinda looked at Evanson and the others with a cunning light flashing in her eyes and thought, it must be not a good thing.

Evanson was suddenly asked, but he still said, "Chaos Knight."

"What?" Melinda asked with a slight tilt.

"Your positioning." Evanson prepared a line in his mind and said, "Some of the ancestors in our organization are not willing to deal with demons, but in order to make up for their shortcomings in melee combat, they will reach a deal with some powerful warriors, use magic to strengthen the warriors' bodies and let them cooperate with their own battles."

"We call this kind of warrior who has been strengthened by magic, Chaos Knights." Evanson explained. "Although I have added something special to your power, you are essentially Chaos Knights."

"So?" Melinda didn't believe it. It took so long to discuss just by talking about her career name.

"Knights should look like knights." Evanson said with a curl of his lips, "For example, armor and weapons..."

"Do you need it? It doesn't matter if you have weapons or something. I don't object to both the sword and the machete. But armor..." Melinda frowned and said, "You know it's not the Middle Ages now, and I'm not facing swords, guns and feather arrows, but bullets. Clumsy armor may not be better than b-fiber bulletproof vests."

"Ordinary armor certainly cannot defend against bullets." Evanson snorted and said, "But do you think I will give you ordinary armor? No, of course I will strengthen it with magic."

"Then you might as well strengthen a bulletproof vest and forget it for me." Melinda said directly.

Evanson was stunned and thought to himself, "Are you just arguing? You're trying to kick me in a business?" Seeing Claya's encouraging look, he asked back, "Then why do you think I'd draw the magic circle with my own hands? Can't I copy the previous one?"

"How do I know?" Melinda said that she knew what she knew, but she didn't know what she didn't know. She would never speculate on what she didn't know.

"Well..." Evanson felt that he was choked for a moment, and said with a breath of relief, "Then there are certain conditions to complete the magic." Evanson slowly stepped down and used his body to block the pressure cooker on the table. "Sometimes, there is a high requirement for the material of casting, so... in short, this magic can only strengthen armor. Do you understand that it is useless to do other things?" Evanson felt that he could not make up any longer.

"And, with your current strength, it is easier to increase the power of cold weapons and armor." At the end, Evanson added.

"Since that's the case... let's listen to you." Melinda turned around and said. Although she always felt something was strange, she couldn't tell what was wrong, so she had to agree. Who made Evanson the authoritative in this regard?

Bang, as soon as Melinda turned her body, Evanson and Claya reached out and hit her palm tacitly.

"Wait..." Unexpectedly, Melinda suddenly turned back, which scared Evanson, but she said, "You said...at this stage?"

It turned out that I was asking this, and Evanson breathed a sigh of relief, "You must know that your own talent is not very good, and you are a little stronger than ordinary people. So I can't give you the strength at one time, this is going to be staged."

Why is it that the evil-turned people almost turned into inhuman monsters, while Melinda has not changed much?

In addition to Melinda's ring of power, not the powerful blood of the Abyss Lord, the most important reason is that Evanson gave her the evil energy at one time was very thin.

Only by giving it bit by bit in batches and adding Evanson's own control can Melinda's body not undergo malignant distortion.

"How many stages do you have to divide?" Melinda remembered the pain during the transformation just now, and the muscles on her face twitched slightly.

"Ninety-nine eighty-one difficulties, seventy-nine disasters!"

Melinda looked around and picked up the half-piece axe that had been thrown aside and said, "Tell me human words!"
Chapter completed!