Bloody fragments of limbs covered the entire hut, and the pale head hung from the beams, and a cold breath was brewing.

"I don't know if the weird can kill that devil."

Cheng Shen observed secretly.

Judging by the situation at hand, the way the Book of Curses attacks is physical damage.

But.

The real horror of a weird attack is the weird erosion that comes with the attack.

A purely physical attack is enough to deal with a threat from ordinary people.

But if you encounter those monsters with strong vitality, you can completely survive it.

However, the erosion caused by the weird is not so easy to withstand.

If it weren't for a pervert like Cheng Shen, who could change the structure of his body at will, peel off most of the flesh and blood tissue, and still be unharmed, ordinary creatures would face the threat of death even if they were touched lightly by the weird!

"If you don't die, you have to peel off a layer of skin."

Cheng Shen thought in his heart.

It will take some time for the Book of Curses to take effect, but the problem in front of you needs to be solved as soon as possible.

People who are killed by the Weird will also become the Weird.

In the initial stage, only secondary spreaders will form that can still be completely destroyed. What conditions need to be met for the secondary propagator to evolve into a truly weird body, Cheng Shen is still unclear. He doesn't need to understand it now.

Clumps of sticky flesh and hair had begun to wriggle across the walls, and the entire logging hut seemed to be about to undergo a terrible transformation.

Call!

Pale flames suddenly ignited outside the house, and soon covered the entire building, the flames were mixed with patches of black and red, the two colors did not blend, and the flames did not have the slightest warmth, revealing a thick and cold atmosphere.

"The effect of the Soul Slayer has changed!"

Cheng Shen's face was slightly different.

Ever since he was infected by the blood of the Hate Hive, he used the Spirit Slayer Blade for the first time, and immediately found that the effect of the Spirit Slayer Blade was no longer only incineration, but also seemed to have the strange characteristics of the Hate Hive's suppression!

The minced flesh that exuded a cold aura was ignited by the flames, and it suddenly calmed down.

The eyelids of the miserable white man's round eyes gradually closed.

Call!!

The rising flames engulfed the wooden house, but strangely did not ignite any of the structures, and large expanses of ash drifted into the sky along the chimneys and window cracks, making the gray clouds even more gloomy.

Until the last wisp of fire in the house turned into green smoke. Cheng Shen, who had already been lit into a three-meter-high torch, put away the Spirit Removal Blade.

"The effect of the backlash has also become more terrifying, it has deepened to this point in less than a minute, and it used to take at least fifteen minutes......

Brush it......

A layer of burnt black keratin falls off on the surface of Cheng Shen's body.

Fifteen times more negative enhancements in exchange for a restrained and weird perk effect. No matter how you look at this deal, it is all his blood.

A reliable curse.

It's so rare.

Especially with curses like the Soul Slayer, which he can ignore backlash.

The negative effect is enhanced, which only reduces the time he can use it, but it can still last for a long time with his huge vitality, and this extra feature makes it even more restrictive and weird!

This trace of the gap.

It will give him an extra hope of survival when facing weirdness in the future!

To say, the only drawback is that Zhang Yao, who could have been used after the negative enhancement, can't bear it......

But it doesn't matter.

Cheng Shen now has some certainty in refining man-made curses.

raw material

There is no shortage of them.

There are still a pair of bloody corpse arms in his domain, and the source of the curse of the deep sea.

No matter which of these two weird things is refined into a curse, it must not be bad......

Brush it!

The sound of books suddenly sounding in the wooden house with a cold and silent atmosphere, and Cheng Shen cast his gaze.

The shattered book of curses quietly reappeared on the table.

The old man with a corpse on his face wandered aimlessly around the room with heavy steps.

Seems to want to leave.

However, it is confined to a fixed area around the Book of Damned.

A moment later.

Its figure faded away.

"The curse is complete."

Cheng Shen immediately glanced at the system logs.

There are no kill hints.

The devil still had a way to deal with the strange attack.

Cheng Shen thought of the curse props used by the Blood God Sacrifice Mother, and he was not surprised by this result.

His use of the Book of Curses was for two main purposes.

One is revenge.

Furthermore, it was to make the devil realize that he was not to be messed with like the fools in the temple of sacrifices.

The attack.

How much will make this devil choose to throw a mouse bogeyman next.

Maybe it won't take long for the other party to react, but what Cheng Shen wants to fight for is the development time of the next few days, as long as the other party does not make a judgment at the first time, the initiative will fall into his hands!

"Now that you've used this curse, ......"

Cheng Shen's eyes turned.

Only two of the three criminals he brought out of his prison were literate, which was a basic requirement for using the Book of Curses.

Leo is dead.

The Celestial Cultist can also use the Book of Curses once.

Previously, through faction warfare, he learned the real names of several key members of the alliance.

Unfortunately, the real name of the missionary is incomplete.

Missing surname.

I don't know if it will take effect.

"Huh?"

Cheng Shen suddenly realized a bug in the Book of Curses.

If the real name he provided has a duplicate name, what will happen to the Book of Curses?

Is it to kill all the targets who meet the requirements of their real names!?

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have misestimated the horror of the cursed object......

"Let's see if the codename works." Cheng Shen summoned the celestial cultist, his previous injuries had healed, but a rag shirt nailed into the flesh had already grown with his wounds.

This is naturally Amy's masterpiece.

Cheng Shen didn't have the idea of helping him take off this clothes, but just commanded him and operated the Book of Curses.

Crash!

As he wrote the word "missionary", the book of curses suddenly flipped over, a dark wind swept over, and the terrible old man reappeared behind the believer.

But this time.

The celestial cultist was not immediately cursed.

The old man glanced at the contents of the book, did not move, and disappeared so abruptly.

All the anomalies in the house gradually returned to silence.

"The code name really doesn't work."

Cheng Shen was a little regretful.

It seems that the missionary's incomplete real name does not need to be tried, and the effect of this curse object is obviously to follow some kind of rule meticulously.

There's no way to exploit loopholes.

Cheng Shen thought about it and simply burst out the name of another person.

……

Blackwind Valley.

The missionary, who looked much thinner than before, looked at the building that was rising in front of him.

The gloomy eyes finally regained some light.

"There's still a chance! There is still a chance to turn the tables! ”

He said hatefully.

The advantage of geography has allowed him to always maintain a state of comfortable development.

Defending this easy-to-defend valley, and through early advance strategies, he successfully activated a seed path and obtained a growing main tower, which made him far less invested in defense than others.

This means that he has more resources to develop.

In fact.

The missionaries did just that.

What is different from Cheng Shen's choice is that he fully supports the forging industry.

Missionaries have technical support.

Full of confidence.

In the early stage, the resistance of the community was not taken into account at all.

He is preparing to soar into the equipment trading market after the opening of the tenth-level dungeon and regain the right to speak.

But I don't want to.

His take-off pace was as if he was directly bombarded by Cheng Shen with a super-high-speed missile......

Almost all the profits earned by relying on intelligence in the early stage were lost on the batch of equipment built, but on the contrary, the equipment sold by Cheng Shen was not only better than his, but also cheaper, so that he couldn't get back the cost of losing money and selling it!

The missionaries still haven't figured out how Cheng Shen threw out so much equipment at one time!

A mistake in judgment directly caused his economic situation to fall to the bottom, and he also lost the strength to compete with the community for the right to speak.

Of course.

Even then.

In fact, the missionary still has the ability to pull Cheng Shen to die together.

But as Cheng Shen judged earlier, he relied too much on the advantages of intelligence, and from the very beginning, he put himself on a high perspective, how could he give up his noble life to a group of untouchables to be buried?

Thereupon.

Mistake after mistake.

The missionaries' final struggle was also defeated by a misjudgment of the situation in the faction war.

It also directly caused him to lose an extremely powerful curse.

The point is,

The cursed thing isn't his!!

The missionary has been living in fear for the past few days, on the one hand, he is afraid of Cheng Shen's revenge, and on the other hand, he is worried about what kind of punishment the big man in the organization will give him when he learns that he has lost his treasure!

Look at the conveyor channel that is gradually taking shape in front of you.

The preacher knows.

This may be his only chance to turn the tables.

He clenched the token in his hand, which was the second hole card he obtained after communicating with the big guy.

With this token, he will be able to encounter a 100% trade caravan with a high level of prosperity and full Friendship when the Trade Market is first opened!

He didn't expect to have a long-term relationship with the caravan.

As long as even a little bit of advanced technical information can be deducted between their fingers, it is enough for him to achieve corner overtaking in development!

"Your Excellency, you're all set!"

A short man walked up to him and said with a low brow.

The missionary looked at him, his face flashed with indifference, and replaced it with a false smile, "Very good, I have seen everything you have done lately, you are better than the other person, capable, very good."

After this incident, I will apply to the organization to promote you to join us officially. ”

"Thank you, sir!"

Packing the watermelon, he immediately said excitedly.

Creak......

There was a soft sound in the formed passage, and the missionary's expression paused slightly, and when he heard the prompt ringing in his ears, the complexion on his face became visible to the naked eye, "Okay, you meet the caravan with me first!" ”

Creak......

Creak......

The strange sound grew clear in the teleportation tunnel, accompanied by the heavy sound of horses' hooves.

A tall steed draped in golden armor was the first to appear in the passage, this steed was born with a pure white horn, with a pair of wings and four hooves shrouded in light, and it was extraordinary.

Straddling the horse's back sat a tall knight of burly figure in holy white armor, who took hold of the reins and lifted his smooth mask, his golden curls sliding down the sides of his cheeks, revealing a resolute and handsome face.

"Welcome!"

The missionary smiled and opened his arms to meet him.

The knight glanced at him, feeling the aura of the same origin coming from the missionary's body, and his face softened slightly, "I didn't expect to find the Templar heritage outside, do you have enough food here?" ”

"Yes! Of course! I have prepared a banquet for all of you! ”

The missionary nodded busily.

"That's good."

The knight led the horse forward for some distance, and in the passage, three more heroic knights in the same costume and mounts appeared, followed by a golden carriage surrounded by holy light led by eight flying horses.

Countless petite angels seemed to be flying around the carriage.

The chant reverberates.

The melodious and sacred aura makes everything around it feel as if it has been blessed by the gods, and the surface is gilded with a layer of holy brilliance.

The missionary even felt the source of power in his body faintly touched!

"There's an incredible big guy here!"

He was shocked inside.

At this moment, the knight from before walked to the carriage and whispered, "Holy Maiden, let's rest here for the night." ”

"Hmm."

There was a lazy response from inside the car, obviously in such a solemn and serious environment, but it made people inexplicably have a kind of urge to rush blood.

The missionary's face flushed unnaturally.

Restlessness under strong pressure.

He hurriedly instructed the distracted watermelons to be packed, "Go and lead the way for the guests' convoy!" ”

"Oh...... Oh! Good! ”

Packing the watermelon, he immediately stepped forward in a hurry.

The four knights glanced at him warily as he was about to walk in front of the convoy.

One of the knights suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "Stop! ”

"Huh?"

Packing watermelon raised his head blankly, and in the next second, he suddenly felt that his consciousness had become hazy, and the scene in front of him began to be in a trance, and he vaguely heard an old voice calling him in his ear.

"Lee Sang-mu ......"

"Who?"

He couldn't help but respond.

Sting!

Poof!

At the moment when the corpse-spotted old man appeared beside him, an incomparably brilliant holy sword light fell almost at the same time, and one of the arms that packed the watermelon suddenly broke off and flew out, pulling out the smelly organs!

At the same time, a glowing golden mark spread straight from the center of his forehead to his lower body.

Split his whole person directly from it!

"Protect the Holy Maiden!"

Seeing this, the knights did not relax in the slightest, and a rich golden light erupted out, enveloping them, like layers of burning flames, setting off their bodies as bright as the sun!

"It's B-class weird! Dangerous! Retreat quickly! ”

One yelled.

Sting!

The strange force was still tormenting the packed watermelon that had been dismembered, tearing his body to pieces and blood.

The terrifying old man in the old butler's uniform stood quietly behind him at this moment, its eyes were originally only the target of the attack, but when the knights released their energy, its cold and dead eyes slowly turned.

"What's going on!??"

The missionary stood with his head buzzing, and the development of events in front of him made him think that he was having a nightmare that he would never wake up from!

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