My name is Black Coffin.

That's my name, not some code name, I had another name a long time ago.

Monster, that's what a couple called me, but I don't recognize the name, monsters represent aliens, and I'm not special, at least not externally.

So later, after the couple merged with myself, I gave myself a brand new name, which was the Black Coffin.

Since I was born, I have been in a coffin as red as black, which is the warmest and most comfortable place in my memory.

Since I have been conscious, I have lived within a force called the Cult of Pain, a family full of joy and contentment, with pure faith and noble ideals.

That is to spread to all mankind the eternal truth that pain is pleasure, and that the two are one and the same, just as good and evil, right and wrong, wisdom and foolishness, heaven and hell......

They are opposed to each other, but they are interdependent, mutually valid, and ultimately mutually transformative.

Only by experiencing the most extreme pain can we feel the supreme joy that exists behind it, and can we achieve the leap evolution of soul and body in the transformation between the two.

Therefore, we will always preach to those who are ignorant, and let them experience this supreme truth, but unfortunately, the truth is always buried, and there are too many ignorant people in the world.

Their weeping, wailing, hissing, and shallow cognition have prevented them from stepping through the barriers of despair and truly experiencing the indescribable joy and serenity.

But I am different, the Church Master said that I was born a saint, and from the first baptism in the church service, I felt the endless joy that lies behind the pain.

Since then, I have become passionate about feeling pain through various rituals, such as stabbing, burning, crushing bones, picking skin, and splitting tendons...... Becoming more and more obsessed.

As an adult, I tried to share these feelings with the rest of the faith, but unfortunately, these followers were all heretics and their beliefs were not strong.

In the face of pain, they are cowardly, resistant, fearful, how despicable these are.

In the end, I died in the collective murder of seventy-two members of the congregation, including the Pope who called me a natural saint, and the couple who first called me a monster.

But luckily, I came back to life and came to the miraculous land of reincarnation, a place full of infinite possibilities.

The heretics of the real world have become one with me, and here I will create a true Cult of Pain and spread the supreme and eternal truth.

Of course, the premise is to survive from the hands of this lone wolf contractor who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, otherwise there will be no future.

On the mysterious island, in the canopy of the giant tree, a beam of black light flew straight out, and broken wood flew sideways along the way, and all the branches that blocked the way were directly crushed by the black light.

In the black light, the black coffin with his arms shattered opened his eyes with difficulty, and the chaos in his eyes quickly dissipated.

In a trance, he seemed to see the memories of the past emerge one by one in front of his eyes, although it was not the first time he was close to death, but now this situation was indeed the first time, and he smiled miserably when he saw that there was only 28% of his health left.

Tsk, it looks like I've really kicked the iron plate this time.

"Bang!"

The back slammed into the thick trunk of the giant tree, and the upside-down body was forcibly stopped, a large amount of blood spurted out of the mouth, and the health slipped again, and the black coffin smashed a huge pit on the trunk.

Just as his de-energized body was about to slide, a whistling sound sounded in front of him, and the Fang Tian Painting Halberd that impressed the black coffin struck from the air directly in front of him, and the escaping black qi could not play the slightest role in defense and blocking, and it collapsed when it was touched in front of the long halberd.

The vertical halberd blade pierced into the chest, the skin membrane flesh and blood, the bones and organs were pierced one by one, and the long halberd pierced the body into the wood, and the heavy blows in turn made the black coffin only one step away from dying.

In the distance, Xu Yue looked at the figure nailed to death by the halberd in the pit of the tree trunk, his brows frowned slightly, and he lowered his eyes to look at his arm that was faintly trembling, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Hurt in tune? No, it should be more akin to mandatory pain sharing. ”

When the black coffin was hit hard with a blow just now, his arms also inexplicably felt a heart-piercing pain at the same time, as if his muscles and bones were smashed by a huge force, and it was not until the black coffin flew out of a certain distance that the pain dissipated, but the muscles of his arms still spasmed in the residual stimulation.

This ability is very troublesome, especially deadly in close combat, and the severe pain will seriously affect his combat rhythm, resulting in deformation of movements, which belongs to the physiological reaction of the normal human body, and cannot be forcibly overcome by will alone, but fortunately, this ability seems to have some kind of distance limitation.

At least when the halberd he threw out a few breaths ago pierced the black coffin's chest, he didn't feel the same pain.

Thinking of this, he did not rush forward, but signaled Ah Fu to summon the squirrel puppet, for the sake of caution, he would not choose to kill the black coffin by himself, the other party's ability to share pain should not be so simple, death may be the key trigger point.

The puppet landed on the ground, turned into a giant squirrel and quickly ran towards the position of the main trunk of the giant tree, and in Xu Yue's hand behind him, the trace of the Xiaoyun longbow reappeared.

In the pit of the tree trunk, a wave of heat rose along with the scorching smell of meat, and at this time, the surface of Fang Tian's painted halberd that penetrated into his chest had a large number of magma lines circulating, and the entire halberd body seemed to have turned into a red soldering iron, burning the flesh and blood on the chest of the black coffin into charcoal, and also curbing him from being able to break free easily.

Unbelievably intense pain came from all over his body, and the black coffin did not wail and scream, but let out a series of incomprehensible chuckles, for him, this level of pain was just a warm-up.

Under the effect of inhuman resilience, his arms like a puddle of mud are rapidly recovering, but the chest nailed by the halberd is constantly circulating in the cycle of growth and incineration, which also causes his health to never be effectively restored.

Soon, his right arm barely regained the ability to move, but instead of trying to pull out the halberd on his chest, he reached out and rummaged in the dark pocket around his waist.

After being penetrated by the halberd, a heavy breathing sound sounded faintly in his ears, the source of the breath was the blue and black dragon entrenched on the halberd, and the eyes were on the dragon's closed eyes, he had a strange feeling, the dragon on his chest was alive, it was best not to touch it rashly.

Just as the black coffin took out a recovery potion from its hidden pocket and was about to throw it into his mouth, the golden light flashed in front of him, and a brilliant golden light arrow suddenly appeared, nailing his newly raised right hand firmly to the trunk of the tree, and the potion was torn to pieces by the hurricane that followed.

Then came the second arrow, the third arrow, and four arrows in succession nailed his limbs to death, and then the arrows burst, and in this brilliant light, the limbs of the black coffin were shattered, leaving only a lone meat stick nailed to the place by the halberd.

The blood mist drifted and overflowed, and before it could completely disperse, a yellow sharp beast claw had pierced through the blood mist and slapped towards the big head inside.

The beast's claws continued to enlarge in the field of vision, and there was no dreadful dreadful death on the black coffin, only a deep regret.

"It's really cautious."

"Swamp of Pain!"

Before the words fell, the head was smashed by the beast's claws, but in the next moment, a vast black aura burst from the headless corpse, instantly enveloping the entire canopy of the giant tree, even though they were far apart, Xu Yue and Ah Fu, who were at the edge of the canopy, were still included and were not spared.

In mid-air, the black aura was viscous and tumbling, like a chaotic and filthy swamp pool, and countless illusory faces inside were whistling endlessly, wailing mountains and tsunamis, and human faces began to frantically swarm towards all the life forms shrouded in the swamp.

Defense could not hinder the invasion of the black aura and the illusory human face, Xu Yue's eyes darkened, and his mind was covered by endless pain in an instant, leaving only the last trace of clarity sheltered by the spiritual barrier.

[If you are affected by the 'Swamp of Pain', you will continue to be judged by the triple judgment of physical strength, will, and soul strength, once the judgment fails, your soul will be captured by the swamp swamp, and you will be permanently reduced to a swamp spirit, indulging in endless pain.] 】

【Continuous Judgment .........】

(End of chapter)