Infinite Possession of Beauty

"Look...Look, you...you...have been designed from the beginning...all this..."

The numbness from not far from the body made the mercenary’s head and body no resistance at all. He stiffly fell to the ground, looking at Chang Amir’s shoes covered with yellow sand and dust, and opened his mouth with difficulty. The tongue said intermittently.

"If there is anything I learned in your world, it is..."

Leaning over and drew the dagger from the stiff palm of the mercenary's head, Chan Amir looked at the stiff-faced white mercenary and replied with his usual calm tone: "...Always keep one more hand ready."

After finishing speaking, Chang Amir ignored the mercenary head's begging gaze, and did not hesitate to swipe his dagger across the fragile neck with no resistance.

As a former Wakanda, Chan Amir was not without blood, and the struggle between the tribes was beyond the imagination of outsiders.

The kind of battle involving the survival of the ethnic group often ends with the demise of a certain tribe.

Using a dagger to deal with the rest of the mercenary team mercilessly, Chan Amir threw down the dagger in his hand and wiped his blood-stained palm.Turning to look at the huge sarcophagus inside the pyramid, he shouted respectfully: "Great High Priest, I have done what you ordered, and now I am the only one left in the entire team, then do you Reflecting what you said, will power..."

When it comes to power, even the calm eyes that Chang Amir has been maintaining has changed slightly.

"as you wish!"

Inside the empty pyramid, Chan Amir's voice echoed.

After a long time, a roar full of majestic sound followed.

As the sound fell, the pattern in the center of the huge sarcophagus of the pyramid suddenly flashed bright red.

"Put your hand on the seal of the sarcophagus, my servant~"

Hearing the sound coming from the pyramid, Chang'emir's heart throbbing became stronger and stronger. He barely suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and bowed his head and came to the sarcophagus respectfully.Looking at the weird red light pattern, he took a deep breath, then stretched out his skinny and black palm and pressed it on the surface of the sarcophagus.

With Chang Amir's palm placed, a dazzling red light broke out again on the sarcophagus.

Immediately afterwards, under Chan Amir's gaze, the pattern began to twist and move.

In the next moment, a cold feeling that seemed to freeze the soul continued to spread from the palm of Emil Chang.

At the same time, the insect pattern on the sarcophagus seemed to have life climbing towards the palm of Chang Emir. The pattern circled around Chang Emil’s thin and dark arm, and then twisted his body and stayed there. On the back of his hand, he moved his body to adjust the direction, and finally turned into a pitch black pattern imprinted on the back of Chang Amir's hand.

At the same time, as the pattern was imprinted on the back of the hand, a sharp pain suddenly appeared.

Under such a huge pain, Chang Emil couldn't help but screamed.

"Ah~~~"

...

"So, you tell me, Chan Amir?"

Ulysses Crow looked at the black old man with a calm expression in front of him, and stared into the other's eyes, his tone getting colder.

He felt that the opponent had undergone a subtle change compared to before, but the loss of the mercenary team with rich combat experience immediately concealed the weird feeling in his heart.

"You are the only one left to survive the entire operation?!"

"We had an accident."

Facing Ulysses Crow’s question, Chan Amir responded calmly.

Judging from the facts, Chan Amir did not lie. They did have an accident. It was a bit special for that accident, and he was the only survivor of that accident.

"accident?"

Obviously, Ulysses Crow did not believe the reasons given by Chan Amir.

He stretched out his hand to grab the collar of the black old man, his expression gradually grim: "Then tell me, Chan Amir, what kind of accident it was that could wipe out a squad of mercenaries with rich combat experience. The frail black old dog survived!"

Looking down at Ulysses Crow and grabbing the arm of his neck, Chan Amir said with a calm expression: "May I think that the description you just described is suspected of racial discrimination."

"If you think it is, it is," Ulysses Crow grinned with a mocking smile in the face of Chan Amir's rhetorical question: "In fact, you should be thankful, Chan Amir, if it wasn't for you I still have some useful words. I shot you as soon as you told me about the situation. So, if you want to save your life, don’t play tricks on me, and obediently take the vibrating you know. The channel tells me that maybe I can think about forgetting the loss you have caused me, so I can let you go..."

"Well, I know."

Facing Ulysses Crow's answer, Chan Amir nodded calmly.

Seeing his performance in such cooperation, a smile appeared on Ulysses Crow's distorted face.

Ulysses Crow thought that Chan Amir was responding to the words behind him, but in fact, Chan Amir clearly expressed his thoughts on the words before him.

As Chang Amir's voice fell, he raised his arm slightly, and the dark pattern imprinted on his palm suddenly flashed a dazzling red light in the next instant.

Immediately afterwards, Ulysses Crow, who had been holding Chan Amir, suddenly felt a slight tingling in his palm.

He turned his gaze, and then he saw that he was clutching Chan Amir's collar, and strange insects shimmering in pitch black began to emerge and climb onto his arms.

"Damn, what is this?!"

Looking at the insects climbing on his arm, Ulysses Crow’s expression suddenly changed, and he unconsciously let go, grabbed Chan Amir’s palm and shook his arm forcefully in an attempt to throw the insects down. .However, obviously Ulysses Crow’s method did not play any role. With the help of sharp grappling hooks, these bugs firmly grasped on Ulysses Crow’s arm, and then they lifted up. Without hesitation, he aimed at the arm he was climbing on and bit down his sharp jaw.

"what!"

"Boss!"

Hearing the screams from Ulysses Crow, the mercenaries defending around rushed over without hesitation.

However, in the face of these mercenary guards rushing over, the expression on Chan Amir’s face did not change at all. His eyes flashed slightly, and he raised his hand. In the next instant, countless dark shadows emerged from his body. Out, the mercenaries were wrapped up in the blink of an eye.

"Damn, what is this?!"

"Bugs! Why are there so many bugs!"

"Monster, he can control bugs..."

Feeling the figure constantly squirming on his body, the mercenary who was controlled by the package immediately saw clearly that what he was climbing on was the pitch-black beetle.

Looking at the beetles crawling on their bodies, even these mercenaries with rich combat experience could not help but scream in horror.

The constant noise from his ears made Chan Amir's brows frowned.

He raised his hand slightly, and the beetle that wrapped the mercenary in the next moment covered everyone's mouth.

Listening to the quiet voice in his ear again, Chan Amir nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to look at Ulysses Crow again.

During the time that Chan Emil used the beetles to control the mercenaries, the beetles that climbed onto Ulysses Crow’s arm did not stop. They had completely swallowed Ulysses in just a few seconds. ·Clau's arm, raised his hand to control these beetles to stop their movements and return to their own body.

Chan Emil looked down at Ulysses Crow, who was holding his broken arm and wailing, and finally a cold smile appeared on his dark face: "Since you care about the accident so much, then I will take it now. The results are shown to you."

Scarabs, this is the name of these beetles in Chang'emir, and the power given to him by the great existence sealed in the pyramid.Through the [Scarab Seal] on the back of his hand, he can continuously create scarab creatures like the one in front of him within the range that his body can bear.

As Chan Amir's thoughts turned, the scarabs gushing from his feet coordinated with his will to catch Ulysses Crow who had fallen on the ground.

Taking a step, looking at the wailing Ulysses Crow, Chan Emil raised his finger slightly, and in the next instant two dark scarabs circled Ulysses Crow’s body and climbed onto his head. , Staying at the temples on both ends of his head.

Feeling the slight tingling sensation on the temples, Ulysses Crow stopped his wailing in an instant, and Chang Emil’s dark and cold face in front of his pale face: "What do you want, money, power, I You can give it to you as long as you can let me go."

He was tough before because he thought he had the power to be tough, and just now Chang Emil used his bugs to clearly prove to him that the so-called powers are not in the hands of the opponent at all. The power of resistance.

In a sense, Ulysses Crow, who was born as an arms dealer, is a rather mellow existence, but obviously his mellowness appeared a bit late.

"I have already said that I am not interested in money."

Facing Ulysses Crow’s pleading, Chan Amir shook his head indifferently. He looked at Ulysses Crow in front of him and turned his head and swept the servants wrapped in scarabs behind him. Bing: "In fact, I have only one purpose from beginning to end, Wakanda!"

Regardless of the power gained by betraying his soul or the Ulysses Crow in front of everyone, Chan Amir has always tried to retaliate against Wakanda who expelled himself.

...

"As long as you promise to let me go, no matter what kind of request it is, I will agree!"

Holding his broken arm, which was constantly infiltrating blood, Ulysses Crow nodded palely.

Previously, the reason why he did not agree to Chan Emil was because he was unwilling to waste the fighting power of his precious mercenary squad for the black old man in front of him. After all, for Ulysses Crow, Zhenjin was his main reason. The goal, meaningless fighting is of no use except for trouble.

However, now facing the threat of Chan Amir, Ulysses Crow has no room for hesitation.

After all, the power that Ichang Amir now shows, if he does not agree, the scarabs on both sides of his head may bite through his temples in the next second.If he loses his life, what is the meaning of the wealth he has been pursuing.

Neither Zhenjin nor Wakanda was as important as his own life.

"well."

Hearing Ulysses Crow’s reply, Chan Amir nodded in satisfaction. He spread his fingers slightly, and then the scarabs that wrapped the mercenary moved quickly and returned to his body. .

From the scarabs that had wrapped themselves in layers and fell to the ground, the mercenaries who had been dead for a lifetime panted one after another, breathing precious air.

"That one……"

Seeing the scarab leaving from the mercenary, Ulysses Crow's pale face squeezed a stiff smile, looked at Chan Amir in front of him, and carefully pointed at the top of his head with his only arm. Scarab: "Did you forget that there is a bug here."

"No, I didn't forget."

Facing Ulysses Crow's inquiry, Chan Amir looked up at him with his muddy eyes, and replied meaningfully.

Hearing Chan Amir’s answer, Ulysses Krau understood instantly.

Feeling the frightening sensation that kept coming from his head, Ulysses Crowqiang smiled and said, "Actually, you don't need this. There is never the possibility of regretting what I promised." I thought of myself. One of his arms was bitten off by these scarabs, and now facing the bug that stopped above his head, Ulysses Crow only felt that his life was threatened at any time.

"This is just an insurance, an insurance that allows both of us to work together with peace of mind."

But I am not at ease.

Regarding Chan Amir’s reply, Ulysses Crow silently complained, but on the surface he did not dare to complain.

Just like what I said inside the pyramid, the most important thing Chang Amir learned outside was to keep a hand.

Looking across the pale face of Ulysses Crow in front of him, Chan Amir said coldly: "As for the time for Wakanda to be launched, I will notify you when it comes."

"understand."

The corners of his mouth twitched. Although Chan Amir said it was a notice, Ulysses Crow knew very well that with a scarab on his head and his life was controlled by others, the so-called notice was actually an order.