"Come here, samples, this is a sacrament from the god of the damned, and if you take it, you will receive great power!"

The curse head suddenly opened his arms, and the five people who were levitating flew directly to the five bloodstained iron beds.

Lying on the iron bed, Sean only felt that an invisible force imprisoned him, and he couldn't move at all, and could only look at the faceless curse head in fear.

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In his heart, he regretted it, he regretted it incomparably, why did he steal other people's food?

After finishing the ritual, the head walked to the side of the test bench, picked up a strange cup with a wide bottom and a narrow mouth, and poured out a small, black ball that was constantly wriggling.

"Who's the first?"

With a cruel grin, the cursed head stared at the strongest serf he had spoken to Sean before.

"It's just you, you look so strong, maybe you can bring me some unexpected surprises. ”

After saying that, he slowly walked towards him with the serf's frightened eyes.

The head of the spell pinched the serf's face with his left hand, and spread out his right hand to reveal the small ball, which was placed in front of the serf's eyes.

The serf looked at the spell worm in the spell leader's hand, his pupils constricted, and he was terrified to the extreme.

The little worm was no more than three or four centimeters long, curled up in a ball and curled up in the mantra's hand.

Perhaps it was the command of the curse leader, or perhaps it sensed the fear of the creature in front of it, and the curse worm that had been curled up stretched out, revealing a mouthpiece disproportionate to its body, as well as a mysterious blood-colored inscription on its abdomen.

The upper body of this insect looks like a spider-like arthropod, but the lower body is a ring-shaped structure like an earthworm, which is very strange.

Its lower body trembled and hummed, intimidating the serf, who was already terrified to the extreme.

"Go ahead, transform his body, give him great power!"

As he spoke, he pinched the serf's mouth with his left hand, and slapped his right hand into his mouth, and the worm went straight into the serf's stomach.

After doing this, the curse leader silently took two steps back, he was afraid that when the serf and the others exploded, blood would splash on his face.

Saying that, the serf was forced to swallow the ugly curse worm, and his face suddenly turned pale, and he could feel the little worm moving in his body, but he was helpless.

The little worm went directly into his stomach from his mouth, ignoring the corrosion of stomach acid, and the sharp mouthparts bit open the stomach wall, making him tremble in pain.

Immediately afterward, the worm swam to his heart, gently biting it, and then resting on top of it for a few seconds.

After about three or four seconds, the worm went straight to his spine, lying on the vertebrae, which perfectly explained what a tarsal maggot was.

At this moment, the curse worm seemed to remember its job, released the powerful power it contained, and crawled towards the brain as it released.

As the spell worm unleashed its power, the serf's body finally had some other changes, the biceps of his right arm atrophied strangely, and then the entire right arm shrank into a small dot, while at the same time, his left hand and left arm became so large that they could match the thickness of an adult's thigh.

His face had changed from cyan to black, and strange red lines appeared, as if painted with the colors of primitive tribes, mysterious and terrifying.

His body shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, but in five or six minutes, he shrunk from a sturdy man who was nearly one meter nine tall to a dwarf of one meter three, and all the energy in his body seemed to be transferred to his left arm, and now his left arm was almost as tall as his height.

Suddenly, he stopped changing, and after a few seconds, his body began to expand rapidly, turning into a huge ball, and even the drastic changes in the blood vessels in his body could be seen.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, and the air was suddenly filled with a blood mist, Sean was the closest to this strong man serf, and the strong man's body tissues when he exploded flew directly to his face, making him covered in blood.

"Looks like it failed. The Curse Head lowered his head and picked up a vertebrae from the pile of flesh, removed the dead spell worm from it, and observed it for a while.

"Seventy percent of the match rate still fails, it's a pity for this spell worm. ”

With a sigh, the curse head tossed the dead spellworm into a container, then took the second spellworm out of the strange cup, and walked on to the next serf.

............

Three minutes later, there was another explosion, and it was clear that this time it had failed again.

The mantra is accustomed to this process, the so-called failure is the mother of success, and he always experiments with the mentality that the next one will be successful.

Finally, after three consecutive failures, the curse head turned his gaze to Sean to the side.

At this time, Sean's face was covered with blood, and his body was covered with body tissues such as broken organs and broken intestines, and he was no longer humanoid, and his clothes were covered with plasma.

"Next up is you, little one who stole my resentment, and I hope you can give me a windfall. The curse head grinned and leaked out his fangs, which could stop a child from crying at night.

The curse repeats the previous action, pinching Sean's mouth open and shoving the spellworm into his mouth.

Sean couldn't struggle, he finally felt the pain of the previous few people before they died, and he could only feel the changes in his body weakly, quietly waiting for death to come.

The curse worm eventually climbed up Sean's spine and unleashed its power.

But this time it was a little different, the originally invincible power of the mutant curse was actually channeled by another force in Sean's body.

"Oh, is it the power of the Flower of Resentment at work?" the spell leader was a little surprised, and took two steps forward to carefully perceive the changes in Sean's body.

"I've also used the Flower of Resentment on previous subjects, but all of them have failed, I once thought that the Flower of Resentment had no effect, but I didn't expect that it was also a matter of probability. The head of the spell muttered in a low voice.

He carefully observed Sean's changes, and among the four or five hundred test subjects he had tested, only Sean's changes were the most special.

The power of the Flower of Resentment guided the mutation of the curse insect and the power of the curse rushed down the vertebrae to the limbs and hundreds of remains, all over the body.

A distinct inscription began to emerge on Sean's body, unlike any one known, it was not as square as a normal inscription, nor was it as rounded as the one on the side, but a sharp inscription shape, and it was neatly symmetrical, splitting into two parts from his chest.

"This is a new inscription system!" shouted the curse in excitement.

You must know that everyone who has established a new inscription system can be called a sage, because after establishing a new system, they will be fed back by the power of the system and break through to become a seventh-level sage, and this power of the sage can be passed on, and the successor will get the power and part of the perception of the previous sage, and then continue to improve the system.

For example, Brukeley, the sage who established the system of order, and the current Fabransio sage is his twenty-third successor.

The inscription that appeared on Sean's body only appeared for about half a minute before it disappeared into his body, and as the inscription was hidden, Sean gradually stopped struggling.

His body looked normal, not losing most of his facial features like the Curse Head, nor shrinking and swelling and exploding like other failed test specimens.

However, this does not seem normal.

Sean suddenly opened his eyes, and the pupils were a pair of blood-red vertical pupils, which made him look cold and ruthless.

A vigorous energy burst out from his body, impacting everything in the room, and even the spell capital was knocked back a few steps by this force, and his mouth opened in surprise.

This power is not magic, nor is it vindictive, but it is so powerful.

Sean directly broke free from the shackles of the iron bed, and golden light emerged from his body, setting off him divinely.

The blood-soaked laboratory, the blood-stained iron bed, the frightened man lying on the iron bed, the faceless man with the beaker in hand, and the golden Sean, this picture is full of disobedience, but there is a strange sense of harmony.

After a few breaths, the holy light from Sean's body returned to his body, revealing his harmless face.

He spread out his hands and moved his mind, two golden lights, and then his hands rose slightly, and the whole person floated into the air.

Then he tried to press his hands down again, and the whole person stepped into the ground tightly, although he could not yet step on the floor made of unknown materials.

"Hahahaha! Very good, very good, from today onwards, you will be the third spell leader of the 'Curse' organization!"

The Curse Master laughed and patted Sean on the shoulder, but felt a powerful force pressing on him.

Sean looked at the curse head a little confused, this person in front of him wanted his life a few minutes ago, and now he wants to let himself work in his organization?

But it doesn't matter, at least I survived, and it seems that my life will not be too bad in the future.

Sean nodded and agreed.

"I promise you, but I want to take my companion with me. ”

He turned back to the last serf lying on the iron bed and said to the mantra.

"You're the third spell leader of the 'spell', just an experimental sample, don't you take it with you if you want to?" the spell leader laughed again, "Take it away if you want! ”

Then, with a wave of his hand, the curse leader untied the shackler's bondage spell and threw him to Sean.

"Thank you for saving me, Sean. The serf was rescued and hurried to thank Sean.

"Don't thank me, don't thank me. Sean hurriedly waved his hand, "Collect the bodies of the three of them, let's go and bury them." ”

The Curse Leader watched as they had finished collecting the bodies, and led them out of the door, and with a wave of his hand, the door disappeared and the crack closed again.