Chapter 77 Please choose the right goal... Work hard!
What, what's going on?!
The leader of 'their' who was standing there, looking forward to Jason's death, stared at Jason running further and further away, becoming more and more energetic as he ran, and he was stunned in place.
Curse gone wrong?
He thought subconsciously.
Then, he immediately shook his head.
impossible!
As one of his trump cards, this curse is absolutely impossible to go wrong!
Moreover, this is not the first time he has cast this 'curse' that is said to be able to kill gods.
About 300 years ago, he also used this curse to kill a figure who was known as a 'demigod' at the time.
The other party discovered his traces in that era and regarded him as an evil spirit.
The strength is naturally good.
But my brain is not working very well.
It was obvious that he had sent a kind invitation, hoping to rule that era with the other party, but the other party was still yelling about something, and his own sense of honor did not allow him to collude with him and other innocent words.
Then, after he pretended to surrender and secretly cast a curse on the fool, the other person immediately trembled all over and used his sword to support his body from falling to the ground. But in the end, his whole body festered, collapsed into blood foam, and disappeared into the air.
He witnessed the entire process of casting the spell.
He also remembered the changes in his body.
At this moment, the changes in his body were the same as before.
But...why didn't Jason die?!
Could it be?!
Is it a pseudonym?!
This 'their' leader thought of the only possibility.
However, he has used the power of the organization to investigate Jason's origins clearly, and he guessed that Jason should indeed be called Jason.
unless……
Someone faked it!
Someone arranged all this!
This person is...
"Lotha 11!"
The leader of 'them' gritted his teeth and growled.
That’s right!
It’s Lothar 11!
Except for this person, no one who knows Jason is capable of doing similar things!
Lothar 11 must have already known everything about the "Mandelein Town", so he came here a few years ago, started to disguise himself, and started to carefully lay out.
What you are waiting for is the moment I show up!
Cold sweat!
Densely appeared on the forehead of ‘their’ leader.
The night wind blows.
Cool and chilly.
The leader of ‘them’ has seen too many people over the past thousand years.
But no one can be as gloomy, weird, and... good at disguise as Lothar 11.
He used various means to observe Lothar more than once11.
The other party seems to be a loser with no ambition and endless dissipation.
But what he saw in front of him made him feel the burning pain in his cheeks.
Maybe when he was observing the other party, the other party had already discovered all this.
Then, the plan is drawn up.
When I think about observing the other person, I am completely under the other person's 'observation'.
Their leader's breathing became rapid.
But soon, he calmed down.
really……
Is he worthy of being Lothar's son?
When he thought of the person who made him fearful, the leader felt a little relieved.
Everything seems to be taken for granted.
But that doesn't mean he will stop.
In other words, as of now, it can no longer be stopped.
After the plan started, everything was no longer up to him.
It can only be success or failure.
If he succeeds, he will truly have authority.
Failure, everything turns to dust.
No!
I can succeed!
I will definitely succeed!
The leader of 'their' told himself almost in a hypnotic way.
In the distance, Jason, who was still unleashing flames on 'their' leader, suddenly felt a light touch in his hand.
I saw that one arm and one leg without a head and a complete body just disappeared.
It seems to have been weathered for thousands of years.
After a slight touch, it turns into dust.
The price of the curse!
Curses are not cast out of thin air.
Not only do you need to know the spells, procedures, and complete the rituals, but you also need to pay a price.
Normal curses are replaced with other items.
Most of them are animal flesh and blood, but if you want to complete this vicious curse, you must use your own flesh and blood, and it may even affect your own bloodline.
What exactly will happen, based on the mysterious knowledge Jason possesses, there is no way to know.
But one thing is clear to him.
Kill him while he's sick!
This is one of the most important things he learned in the 'City That Never Sleeps'.
Maybe it won't be accepted by the knights.
But he is a ‘postman’!
Yi!
Another brief picture reply.
The force field of [Protection from Evil] was directly activated and acted on the body in the hand.
Just when he returned to the 'room' again, Jason once again used his time to the limit to add two [Protection from Evil].
It’s not that I don’t want to fill them all up.
But time doesn't allow it.
Even if he uses his time to the maximum, it is still beyond his capabilities.
Buzz!
The air vibrated, and Jason could clearly feel the body he was carrying shaking.
efficient!
Without hesitation, Jason struck again.
This time the effect was even more outstanding.
Jason could clearly hear the slight cracking of some internal organs in the body in his hands.
Immediately, Jason was ready to release the third attack [Protection from Evil].
And at this moment——
"Lance that runs through the night!"
"Stained with the blood of God!"
"The moon fell for it!"
"The star is destroyed!"
"In the name of your existence... grant eternal sleep to the person I know - the person whose real name is 'Lotha 11'!"
The vicious curse appeared again.
However, this time, 'their' leader chose Lothar 11!
Jason paused.
He turned around.
There was a sharp coldness in the eyes behind the mask.
It's as cold as ice.
Sharp as a sword.
Lothar 11 is a kind guy.
There is no ambition.
There is no intention to harm anyone.
He is a person who wants to live in peace and stability until old age.
He is very friendly to him and has no utilitarian intentions. He is just looking for someone to talk to about his depression in life.
Like...friends.
yes!
friend!
Whenever he is alone, Jason can't help but recall the friends he chatted with, ate skewers, and drank out of the box at the roadside barbecue stall on summer nights in his hometown.
There is no fixed topic for chatting, it may be about happy things or troublesome things, just talk to each other about your heartfelt feelings.
The skewers are basically fixed, 20 mutton skewers, 10 garlic meat, 10 Wangjing waist, two chicken wings, one each of grilled eggplant and fried clams.
The wine in the box is preferably Wusu, or snowflakes are also acceptable, and of course it must be chilled.
In the summer night breeze, drinking the cold ice wine and the aroma of barbecue mixed with cumin and chili is really a pleasure.
But isn’t the most enjoyable thing about sharing your heart with the friends in front of you?
But Jason knew very well that he couldn't go back.
Even if he returns to his hometown.
There is no going back to days like this.
It is not the so-called alienation from friends caused by changes in mood after changes in strength.
Bullshit!
Such a thing will never happen.
Such things are just the excuses of hypocritical people.
You have no control over your own state of mind. No matter how powerful you are, you are just a zombie drifting with the crowd.
Jason is worried about...
time!
He didn't know how long it would take after he returned.
Is his friend still... alive?
It's still a hundred years later.
Therefore, he cherishes everyone he regards as a friend.
Although he is used to being cold and silent, it does not mean that he will be indifferent to recognized friends.
Rarely, anger appeared in Jason's heart.
Although he was suppressed the next moment.
However, 'their' leader captured it.
"Angry?"
"Is it powerless?"
"Wait for the bad news!"
The other party sneered and mocked Jason.
The other party wanted to anger Jason.
The other party hoped that Jason would drop the body in his hands and rush over.
But Jason didn't.
sI oT Yn!
In Tu Fu's low voice, "Protect from evil" fell on this body.
Then, the second time, the third time, the fourth time...
From the third time onwards, if Jason didn't cast it once, death would occur once.
However, Jason had no intention of stopping.
Now he has almost 600 lives.
Enough to kill the bastard in front of you!
In fact, this is also true.
When Jason continued to use [Protection from Evil], the face of 'their' leader changed and he rushed towards Jason like crazy. However, as soon as he took a step, the leader froze in place.
puff!
The new body that was just created was so broken.
Like a soap bubble.
Only the remaining head was suspended in mid-air, with eyes wide open, a ferocious face, and a pulsating face.
Jason didn't know what was happening.
He just stared at the other party and used [Protect from Evil] again and again.
…
On a still river.
A small boat moves forward steadily.
Lothar was sitting on the bow of the boat, Lothar 1 was rocking the oars, and at the young man's feet was a skeleton wearing a brown linen robe.
It is different from the pale whiteness of ordinary skeletons.
The bones of this skeleton have a jade color.
But the ferociousness remains.
Especially the soul fire in his eyes was spitting out, as if it wanted to burn the soles of Lothar 1's feet.
But Lothar just exerted a little force on the soles of his feet, and the skeleton crawled there motionless again, and the soul fire in his eyes became even darker, as if it was going to go out at any time.
"blasphemer!"
"blasphemer!"
"You are unpardonable!"
Even after being stepped on, the skeleton still screamed.
Then Lothar 1 stepped on it and broke its ribs.
Suddenly, the skeleton became silent.
And when Lothar 1 stepped on and broke another of its ribs, the skeleton began to beg for mercy.
"Don't do this!"
"I'm just a poor ferryman."
"I'm just following orders."
shouted the skeleton.
"Those who follow orders will not set such vicious traps!"
"The ferryman doesn't regard his wealth as his life!"
Lothar 1 said with a smile.
"rule!"
"These are all rules!"
"I must comply!"
The skeleton argued.
"You... hmm?"
Just as Lothar 1 was about to say something, his face suddenly turned serious, which made the skeleton under his feet tremble continuously.
If the smiling Lothar 11 looked like a butcher sharpening his knife before, then at this time, the serious-faced Lothar 1 turned into a volcano about to erupt.
"Oh!"
"What a courage!"
"How dare you take action against my brother!"
Lothar 1 said with a chuckle.
But there is no smile at all in this kind of smile.
All that's left is coldness.
Bone-crushingly cold.
Then he grabbed the skeleton at his feet.
"The time has come for you to atone for your sins!"
"Die in my brother's place!"
"It's your pleasure!"
Speaking like this, Lothar 1 mobilized hundreds of seeds in Lothar 11's body, allowing these seeds to quickly complete a special sorting and complete a not simple ritual.
Transfer!
The curse power that had begun to appear on Lothar 11 was transferred to the skeleton in Lothar 1's hands.
Suddenly, the jade-like skeleton became dim.
Dark spots appeared on its body.
"Kill God! Kill God! Kill God!"
It shouted again and again.
Some kind of power hidden in its body began to fight back against this curse.
And following the power of the curse, it spreads towards the source of the curse.
However, this skeleton is doomed.
Snap!
After a crisp sound, it turned into an ordinary decayed skeleton and flew away with the wind.
"Huh?"
Lothar 1 keenly sensed this change and was a little surprised.
"They can be called gods, and they naturally have their advantages - it's just that they have more time to study and accumulate more knowledge than we do."
Lothar, who was sitting on the bow of the boat, said calmly without looking back.
"Understood, Father."
Lothar 1 answered.
He knew this was his father reminding him.
After that, Lothar closed his eyes again and rested his mind.
Not another word was said.
As for Lothar 11, his youngest son?
Lothar believed that his eldest son would take good care of his younger brother.
…
Cough, cough!
Lothar 11 suddenly felt that her throat was itchy.
Unable to bear it, he coughed several times.
Then, a mouthful of thick phlegm appeared in the mouth.
He took out a tissue and spit the thick phlegm on it. Looking at the yellow phlegm, Lothar 11 couldn't help but sigh that he was angry, and told himself to stay up less late, drink more water, and drink less alcohol.
He threw the tissue in the trash can.
Lothar 11 knocked on the table.
"continue."
He said this.
He had no idea what was going on.
He just thinks that he should take care of his body.
At least I will have to use a thermos cup to brew some wolfberry from now on.
…
sI oT Yn!
The tenth time [Protection from Evil]!
As the special force field spread, the body of 'their' leader who had been held in Jason's hand was completely shattered.
It broke into pieces directly.
However, the moment it hit the ground, it shattered into pieces.
"Ahhh!"
At this moment, 'their' leader made an unprecedented cry.
pain.
miserable.
Anyone who hears this cry can feel the pain.
And, more importantly, the 'altar' in the distance began to collapse.
Click!
Amidst the clear sound, a crack appeared on the 'altar'.
Involuntarily, all the 'fathers' of the 'hundred major families' who were fighting stopped.
They looked at the cracked altar.
Everyone's eyes widened.
"this?!"
His eyes were filled with disbelief.
However, the cracks continued to grow.
Click, click!
Finally, the altar collapsed.
"How come?"
"How is this possible?"
The 'fathers' of the 'hundred major families' who were still fighting in a bloody battle just now became desperate one by one.
However, it only lasted a few seconds.
Everyone's eyes were fixed fiercely on 'their' leader who was still screaming miserably.
"You're the culprit!"
One of the 'fathers' of the 'Hundred Great Families' reprimanded.
"It's you who made us kill each other!"
The remaining people spoke one after another.
Then, another encirclement occurred.
And 'their' leader was still screaming miserably.
"Ahhhhh!"
"God, divine punishment?!"
"Why is it divine punishment?!"
He roared in disbelief.
He was looking for a solution.
But the power was so different that he couldn't change it all.
No!
besides!
He thought of something and stopped screaming.
Although all the arrangements have been disrupted, instead of sitting back and waiting for death, it is better to give it a try!
Thinking of this, he initiated the final step of the ceremony.
Hera on the top of the pit, 'inspiration' kept ringing.
Danger!
Danger!
Wave after wave of warnings made her whole body tremble.
"Get out of there quickly..."
But before the words could be finished, Hera's voice stopped abruptly.
because--
There was no one at the bottom of the pit.
Everyone disappeared without a trace under her eyes.
