I couldn't care about this treasure anymore, so I took it off and threw it on the ground, using the vitality that I had just devoured from the armored beast to repair my body with difficulty.
"Loki! I must kill you and cut you into pieces to avenge my parents!"
I suddenly screamed with all my strength...
By the end of my crazy yelling, my voice was a little hoarse, tears even choked my throat, and I started coughing awkwardly.
My current appearance is as bad as I want it to be.
Even though I sent Soul Kill into the Golden Shroud, my desire to kill still continues unabated. I even wanted to rush into the training camp and kill everyone a few times. If not for me, I still have the last chance.
Without a clear sense of reason, and his body too tired and disabled to the point where he can't even move a finger, he might actually put this mindless impulse into practice.
Although this kind of impulsive killing can be vented for a while, it is absolutely impossible to avenge my parents, and even venting may not be possible.
I have not forgotten the power the instructor exerted when he killed the disobedient scum in the dark training camp. The instructor is definitely not someone I can deal with. If you want to avenge your parents, you must control your emotions before you gain enough power.
, you cannot allow yourself to have any accidents.
"I must live until I have the power to kill Loki. I am not willing to die like this. The Golden Shroud cheers me up..."
There is still some life force that I just took from the armored beast "Golden Bull", and it has not been turned into nutrition to strengthen the body. After consuming all the life force, I barely regained my ability to move. The first thing
Just grabbed the Golden Shroud again.
The golden shroud seems to be almost unable to withstand the "killing" of life souls, and even begins to reject my consciousness.
There is no way I would give up this treasure. The golden shroud that swallowed up the killings glows with a strange light golden luster. It is much longer than before, and is already close to one meter.
My consciousness and the golden shroud are one, and the "killing" of the life soul is born from the combination of my own most hated murderous intention and soul power, so the influence of the life soul "killing" is always there, that is, the golden shroud
The cloth was magical, which relieved most of the pressure.
I yelled viciously: "Fuck Loki, fuck the virtual strongman, I must kill him to pieces and cut him into pieces! Kill! You were born because of me, and you also fucking want to
Want to influence me? Surrender to me!"
The soul of "killing" shrank into a ball in the golden shroud, constantly emitting extremely ferocious killing thoughts, trying to affect the golden shroud, and also my sanity.
When my consciousness and the golden shroud merged again, the killing became a thousand times more active. It was like a splash of boiling oil, and a severe pain that almost drove me crazy penetrated me.
deep in the soul.
In that short moment, I felt as if I had been pushed into the eighteenth level of hell, enduring all kinds of cruel tortures one by one. My soul was broken up and combined again, and I didn't know how many times I went through torture.
It is extremely difficult to resist the "killing" intention of the life soul. In just a moment, I was completely exhausted and sweating profusely. It was harder than fighting more than ten battles, and my will almost collapsed.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck... stop it!"
All kinds of extreme pain that makes people want to die are enough to drive any normal person crazy. The reason why I can still bear it may be because I have already gone crazy.
The golden shroud was fluttering in the air as if it was having a convulsion, making all kinds of incredible twists.
Since my consciousness occupied it, the Golden Shroud can only react in various ways driven by my consciousness and instinct. Otherwise, it is no different from an ordinary cloth belt. But now the Golden Shroud seems to
It was like becoming a sperm. This madness lasted for about half an hour.
Several times I thought I was going to be doomed, but I survived every time. My will to avenge my parents made me indestructible.
This battle is the most difficult battle in my life.
Compared to the hardships of the dark training camp, even a child's play house is worse than this battle.
The battle with the remaining consciousness of the Golden Shroud was nothing compared to the life and death of surrendering the soul of "killing".
Every moment is on the verge of life and death, leaving no room for breathing.
I don’t know how long this battle has passed. When there was a roar in my mind, my consciousness seemed to break through a certain bottleneck and suddenly strengthened several times. The moment the "killing" soul of life was finally tamed, I could no longer lift a finger.
, even breathing has become a luxury.
"I...I'm finally alive! If you survive a catastrophe, you will be lucky. Loki, just wait for me, wait until I pop your ass/hole, cut off every piece of your flesh, and let you
Die under the most cruel torture!"
I cursed fiercely this big enemy who had killed my whole family. I didn't realize that I was no different from a madman when I was shouting hoarse.
That's right, I've already gone crazy!
I went crazy when Loki killed my whole family. Apart from revenge, I no longer feel that my life has any other meaning.
It was this madness that allowed me to become stronger and stronger in the dark training camp, that allowed me to surrender to the Golden Shroud, and that allowed me to withstand the "killing" hatred of my life soul.
This time I was not physically injured, but the mental exhaustion was more unbearable than the physical injury.
The soul of "killing" finally surrendered, but my brain felt like it was being pricked by thousands of steel needles. The pain was so painful that I just wanted to go crazy.
I couldn't do anything but giggle, and just endured the backlash of exhausting my mental energy, which was like the most cruel torture in the world.
Maybe it was because I had gone through too many things, but my will was stronger than I expected. I waded like a dead fish on the ground for several hours, and finally overcame this disaster.
When I was able to struggle to get up, my laughter was so gloomy that even the air froze, and my body exuded a cold, needle-like aura.
I sat up in great embarrassment, gently touched the piece of cloth that looked like gold brocade, took a long breath, and wrapped the golden shroud around my right wrist.
My eyes accidentally glanced at the ground. There were countless cracks on the ground, and several of them clearly outlined layers of concentric circles. I was stunned for a moment, and then I punched hard, and the ground shook like waves.
Similarly, the cracks opened up in circles with the fist as the center, forming three distinct circles of cracks.
"This is the third level of strength. I actually achieved this level of boxing skills after obtaining the Soul of Life's Killing'?"