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Chapter 208-2 Deprivation

"The guild is really convenient for dealing with the doomsday. You can find traces of it anywhere."

Time passed slowly for nearly a month. The effect of the delay talisman on Zhuang Wuming disappeared, and he left this corrosive space.

Smelling the smell of sea water in the real world again, his expression was very satisfied.

"The real world is more beautiful."

The endless sea, with no end in sight.

With a movement of his body, he flew at low altitude at Mach 2 speed, and Zhuang Wuming moved forward close to the sea.

High-speed moving objects are easily detected by radar, and he did not want to attract the attention of the British army in such troubled times.

Although he is not afraid, this kind of trouble usually brings displeasure.

An hour later, he had arrived at the British coast.

A thought moves and reflects all around.

Everything in the foggy city of England appeared shrouded in his will.

There are more than five black holes, all of which are level four masters.

There are also some places that are isolated from everything and seem to be protected by mysterious barriers or forces, so no fluctuations are transmitted.

"It's been a while since I've been here, and it seems that Fog City has changed a lot."

"Found it," Zhuang Wuming's target, the Doomsday Response Guild, was really conspicuous. He found it immediately.

It is located in the new city next to the foggy city, and several twinkling Zhuang Wuming have already arrived here.

The Doomsday Response Guild in England, like other places, is a huge square building.

Walking into it, there were a lot of people inside, all of them powerful.

Either wearing knight armor, or wearing mage robes, or looking like an adventurer armed to the teeth.

There were also many people wearing black steel suits, but they looked much lower class than the ones Zhuang Wuming held.

Zhuang Wuming was dressed in casual clothes and had an oriental face, but he looked very eye-catching.

At this moment, someone caught sight of him and their eyes lit up.

One of them walked quietly outside the guild, took out his cell phone and started making calls, not knowing who he wanted to notify.

Zhuang Wuming didn't know this, he went straight to the counter lady.

I directly clicked on the guild system and asked the guild if it would deprive them of skills and items.

The lady at the counter is a blond woman with a high nose and is considered beautiful.

Just listen to her sweet voice, "Sir, what you want to buy is a relatively rare thing."

"First of all, you must be a corona-level adventurer to purchase it."

"Secondly, each person purchases one piece of this thing every year."

"Third, the price is relatively expensive. You can only purchase it with 10,000 contribution points."

Zhuang Wuming nodded when he heard this, "No problem, I am a corona-level adventurer, and I also have 10,000 contribution points."

Under the guidance of the counter lady, Zhuang Wuming successfully obtained a skill deprivation card.

This is a pitch-black card, and the card surface is a twisted vortex of a black hole. Just looking at it makes you feel as if it has the illusion of sucking away people's souls.

The attributes flashed before his eyes.

Item: Deprivation Skill Card

Level: perfect treasure

Conditions of use: 1. Use with drops of blood. Can be used on any creature under the purgatory elite.

Nodding, Zhuang Wuming put away the skill card, turned and left.

Zhuang Wuming couldn't wait. As soon as he walked out of the guild gate, he turned into a shadow and disappeared.

No one saw where he went or how he left.

At this time, a figure came silently outside the guild gate.

His eyes flashed with an illusory twist, he glanced at the guild, and frowned, "Hey, why is he missing? His aura disappeared as soon as he reached the gate."

"Is this his mysterious long-distance teleportation skill?"

"According to the information revealed by the Ming family, it seems to be the skill of walking in the shadows."

"A little late."

"This guy is really lucky. I will be faster next time."

"As long as you are blocked by me, you won't be able to run."

This person is the Lord of the Seventh Hall. His body is illusory and people around him can't seem to see him at all. Some people even pass directly through his body.

It's like he doesn't exist in the real world.

Feeling that there was nothing to gain, his thoughts moved, and an illusory and twisted ghost floated in the shadow of the guild gate.

"Since it happened the first time, it's possible to do it the second time. You won't be so lucky next time."

Turn around and leave, disappearing.

In a different space, Zhuang Wuming and Ma Chao appeared in the garden of Xianyang Palace.

The ground rolled slightly, and the pale-faced Lord of the Island rose from the ground.

It looked at Zhuang Wuming fiercely, revealing an unprecedented murderous intent.

"What exactly do you want?"

Zhuang Wuming smiled slightly and said, "Lord of the island, there is no need to be sad. I have already thought of how to deal with you."

As he spoke, a black card appeared in his hand. Zhuang Wuming stretched out his right hand and swiped the card with his left hand.

After being stained with a trace of blood, the black card shattered into countless black light spots.

These light spots quickly rushed into Zhuang Wuming's body, and then his right arm turned into a strange and illusory black.

At the same time, Zhuang Wuming felt that everything in front of him had changed, the world had become illusory, and everything had become empty.

The colors are receding, and the world seems to have turned into a world of lines composed of silk threads.

Sound, color, all touch and feeling seemed to disappear.

The owner of the island in front of him also turned into a ball of silk thread, with several balls of light floating in his body.

Looking at these things, Zhuang Wuming's attributes flashed before his eyes, and he instantly knew what they were.

Title Skill: Lord

Effect: The more powerful creatures in the territory, the more powerful the blessings you can receive, and the effects of attributes and skills can be doubled at most.

Seeing this skill, Zhuang Wuming took a breath of cold air, "Good guy, is this the skill that the Lord of the Island uses to bless himself?"

"It's too powerful."

At this time, his eyes turned to other skills.

Skill: Dragon Body

Effect: The dragon's blood never dries, and the body remains immortal.

Seeing this skill, Zhuang Wuming was also surprised, "It's similar to my immortality skill."

At this time, he looked at his arm, which was filled with illusory darkness, and knew what he should do.

Stretch out your hand and grab that ball of light.

The island owner looked at Zhuang Wuming's outstretched right hand in horror. An indescribable strangeness enveloped him, making him tremble all over.

"What do you want to do?"

He struggled wildly, but to no avail. He couldn't even move.

Surrounded by countless invisible forces, it was locked, and Zhuang Wuming's arms penetrated deep into his chest.

Seeing the palm that seemed to be in another time and space go deep into his chest, the Lord of the Island trembled all over.

I felt this arm grabbing something inside me, and a tearing pain came from my soul.

"No, let go, get out of here."

Faced with the danger of death, the Lord of the Island frantically mobilized the power in his body, and his body began to expand violently, trying to transform into his true form. (To be continued)


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