Heroic Death System

“Are you all right?” Neil asked.

Shanko (Jiangxi): “It's okay. ”

“Are you sure you're okay?” Neil is not sure.

Shanko: “It's really all right. ”

Saturn and Neil looked at him silently: Where does this face look like it's okay?

It is evident that they do not believe in it and know what strange expression must have appeared on their mask. So I pointed to my face and explained very seriously: “Whatever look I have on my face, it's not true. ”

Although Shigegami did hurt when he transferred the disease to him, as if he had fallen into the lava all of a sudden, he almost thought he was going to be dissolved. But what follows is an unspeakable sense of comfort. On the one hand, it hurts so much that the body trembles, and on the other hand, it is so exciting.

The evil god was able to cross the continent not only because of his initial high rank, but also because of his terrible abilities. The original evil god preferred killing to bloody scenes, but in fact, the curse was his most powerful ability.

He is able to translate all the dark forces and negative emotions he perceives into curses, hatred, despair, suspicion, disease, broken fortunes, dreams, voodoo, hallucinations, etc. As long as he masters these curses, he can practically do without a blood blade and let the enemy go to destruction. But the premise was that he had to go through it once before he could turn it into a curse.

Naturally, the original evil god would not do so, and there are only a few curses in his possession. But it's not quite the same: his goal is to die bravely, to experience all sorts of self-inflicted postures without any hesitation, and when he experiences a death, his curse will reach its ultimate strength - manipulative death.

Unlike the reaper who controls death, the reaper is primarily responsible for harvesting the soul of the deceased. The curse of the evil god can determine the way and the time of death of the target, but he himself has to pay a great price. And the power of the curse will be greatly diminished if the target is protected by a strong god of this level.

Not a true evil god yet, it is impossible to escalate along the original bloody route of evil gods, so the most appropriate way to go now is self-infliction. Gain strength without hurting others, but also accomplish tasks in a timely fashion.

He is now convinced that the world is indeed a simple one. The nature of the Evil God has created a natural opportunity for him to accomplish his task.

So, make the damage worse! * (≥ ≤) *!

Sarte&Neil: You really don't have to laugh so hard...

“Uno god.” At this point, Shigeru said, “I have fulfilled your request, should you also withdraw the curse imposed on my followers? ”

“Didn't I take the curse back?” The spirit of Sankoh is still blind and dark, like a flash of light, shaking with dizziness.

Shi Gao's face cooled down: “There are five more. ”

“Oh.” Jean-Claude said, “If I'm not mistaken, the disease you transferred to me should have belonged to these five people, so I won't take the curse back until I recover. Replace sickness with a curse, trade fairly, do not owe each other. ”

Can you take advantage of this evil god? The greater the pain he endures, the greater the curse he imposes.

The Shigei God should be glad that the gods of war and love appeared in a timely fashion. They did not save Shanko, but the Shigei God himself. If Shigegami were to transfer all the illnesses of half the city to Sankoh as originally planned, it would not be long before the illnesses he had imposed on Sankoh would also be returned to his followers in the form of a curse.

Knowing that he had escaped a robbery, Shigei hindered the power of the gods of war and love, and did not dare to persecute Sankoh, he could only glance at him cold and disappear into the air.

Seeing Shigogami leave, he was able to sparkle as he smiled and said to Saturn and Neil: "Thank you for today. ”

“No.” Neil waved, rarely smiling at his distorted expression.

The god of war stared silently at Sankoh as if he had truly known him for the first time.

At this point in time, there was a cheer from the crowd in the room - Tima's illness was not healed.

“Thank God for the blessing!” Though they do not know that Tima is still suffering from the disease, their sincerity continues to be clearly conveyed.

You can look at a few people in the house, and the joy of your heart is turned into a real face on the mask: (* ^ ^ ^ *).

Saturn: If a thousand years ago the Evil Gods could show such a sunny smile, he probably wouldn't win...

How does Neil feel when he's covering his chest? It's like something's scratching...

In order to gain more power of curse, he decided to teach his followers more diligently and to train them to be the jealous youth of all. There will surely be short-sighted spirits to disrupt, and as long as they dare provoke, he can strike back with a curse.

His main task was to obtain the approval of the god of war. Naturally, he could not brazenly mess around under his eyes, but had to be sent to the door by others themselves.

Simon's illness did not leave him in pain for long, but he turned it into a curse in three days. Unfortunately, it is not a major disease such as extinction or plague. Otherwise, just one or two of them could raise him to several levels. However, the five Lotus people suffered a lot and did not dare to sleep for days. When the curse was finally lifted, they almost all fell asleep.

On the other side of the clan, however, it was a peaceful party, and as soon as it was eligible to enter the Emperor City, Tima sent someone to notify the chief of the clan and then stayed with a dozen other people temporarily in the Imperial City. They intend to buy a few fields outside the city, grow food and vegetables, and open a few shops dedicated to the clan.

To help the crowd fulfill their wishes, they can walk the streets and alleys during the day, familiarize themselves with the environment, investigate intelligence, dream about exchanging information at night and impart skills.

After discussion, the crowd decided to take over the next shop in the city, sell the various items they made, and wait for the heels to be fixed before purchasing the fields.

At present, the number of ethnic clans is small, so we can make suggestions to take them along boutique routes and create a brand that belongs to the ethnic clan.

The crowd has no idea of the brand, but is sure of what Sankoh says. They accepted his advice without objection and used the image of the Evil God as a brand trademark.

When you can see a simplified statue of evil, engraved on a farm tool, imprinted on a toy, or embroidered on a woman's skirt... I don't know how evil feels about itself, but it feels pretty cute anyway.

Items made by the Kui people combine different worlds of style, practical and beautiful, unique and very popular in the royal city. Together with the care of Prince Itamo, most merchants dare not trip them, but it is inevitable to follow the wind.

However, this is a good thing, and with the widespread circulation of the evil god trademark, the fame of the Uno god has been raised, directly or indirectly absorbing many new followers.

Many people do not have a fixed community, and their faith is not firm, unless they feel God's blessing before becoming faithful believers.

Unlike other cold-blooded spirits, he follows a pro-people path, and whenever he finds a new believer, he gives a little grace, such as listening to their troubles in dreams, answering questions, teaching skills, guiding the way forward, and so on.

Of course, he could not have responded, but his energies towards his followers could not be matched by any god.

Thanks to his tireless efforts, but in a year, the followers of Unos have grown from hundreds to thousands.

The evil god brand of the clan also gradually deepened into the people's hearts. The bigger the business, the more natural the hidden calculations during this period. Sometimes things happen with the help of the gods to attack the people of the clan, but they can all be absorbed, then converted into a curse, and once again saluted to them. Unfortunately, no threat of death has yet been encountered.

The Royal City gods gradually realized that it was not easy to mess with him, not only because he was powerful, but also because he was the only Dark God in the Royal City recognized by the gods of war.

“Heard you designed this fan?” Itamo walked like he was in his own yard, shaking a folding fan and walking in a glorious state.

While the service of the Unos followers cannot escalate the power of evil gods, it can fill the cordial spirit and prolong the time of his condensation.

Usually, when the crowds go out, they can still show up and play with objects at home.

After I stumbled upon his habit, Itamo often came uninvited, along with Neil.

With loud thunder and small raindrops a year ago, Itamo has yet to announce a princess, although most have acquiesced in his relationship with Tima. Itamo's father and mother seemed to think the same way, intending to watch them for a while before engaging them.

Itamo is dressed today in a white robe, wide sleeve blossom belt, gold dark embroidered edges and dozens of misaligned gemstones adorned with belts that are both elegant and luxurious.

Neil was dressed in red, blue bundled waist with a slightly spacious front, a sturdy chest muscle that leaned obliquely to his knees, revealing two long legs and a pair of black soft boots with open toes on his feet, all looking sexy.

The two dressed very differently, the only thing identical was that the inside of the clothes were embroidered with a small evil statue.

Ever since the Yakuza began selling their clothes, Itamo and Neil's clothes have been replaced with custom designs bearing the seal of the Evil Gods, from beginning to end, from inside to outside, as free spokespersons for Yakuza merchandise.

Recently, the hobbies of the two seem to have begun to involve other Evil God handicrafts, such as the fold fan in Itamo's hand.

“Uno, personally make me a fan, the price is up to you.” Itamo sat on the stone chair beside Sankoh and looked at him with a smile.

What was on the drummer could be said without going back: “No time. ”

“Don't rush to refuse.” Itamo laughed, "How about I build you a temple on the land the clan bought? ”

Can you lift your head up and look at Itamo with an oblique eye: change a fan to a temple, can you be a little more defeated? Besides, did you ever consider the mood of your god of war to build temples for other gods?

Nevertheless, it was a good deal for Coco. Itamo asks for fans that are not ordinary paper fans or silk fans, but special metal fabricated fan bones, silkworm braided fans, woven gold bone fans that can be both decorated and used as weapons.

Neil sat beside him with his chin, quietly watching the two laughing, and his thoughtful gaze hovered over Sankoh at all times. In recent months, he has been in this state of freedom, and his words have become scarce. Every time Itamo comes to Shanko, he follows him, even if he doesn't say a word, and sits beside him.

Itamo said it was annoying.

Without Niner, Itamo had no chance to be alone. He did not know that Neil had personally drawn a red line to his monk, and it was clear that he was very ill when things came to an end and always stirred up.

After an afternoon of chatting from north to south, Itamo and Neil left.

They did not find a figure behind them staring silently at their backs. When they left, he turned around and looked at Sankoh, who was not far away, and then faded and disappeared into the yard.

Temple of War, the fog flashes in the air, Saturn sits on the chair of the god of war engraved with beauty.

Looking at my unchanged coat for a thousand years, I think back to Itamo and Neil's brand, and suddenly I feel that my clothes do seem a little outdated...