Luo kept staring at Xiao Lan with that weird look for a long time.
Staring at Xiao Lan, she felt that he was possessed by something, and almost began to consider whether to give him a stick and see if he could be beaten back to normal.
Fortunately, Luo returned to his usual smile before Xiao Lan's action.
He showed Xiao Lan the black core in his lower hand: "Sir, take it."
Xiao Lan looked at this core.
This is a very important part to Luo. Although it looks like a bone, it obviously can't be used to make soup.
If he wears it, looking at the sharpness, he is a little worried that his fragile body will not be able to hold it, and he will be shocked by accident.
Put it away and find a place to keep it.
It seems that Xiao Lan’s doubts have been discovered, Luo said: "Although most of the power in it has been consumed, it can still be used as a strengthening material and integrated into the props."
Xiao Lan asked: "What will be the effect?"
Luo thought for a while, and told the truth: "I don't know, after all, no one has ever tried this before, but it should have greatly improved Dao. After all, this is part of the creator of the descending world."
He knew very well that for a man like Xiao Lan who bends outwards and straightens inward, gifts that are practical and in line with the other party's wishes are the best gifts.
Otherwise, Xiao Lan would only put a box in the gorgeous things.
Xiao Lan's eyes lit up, although the effect is unknown, she should definitely not go wrong.
It's not a dream to hold an artifact at a cost of 99999.
Luo asked: "What do you want to integrate it with?"
Xiao Lan took out the [Dalit Bone], which is his strongest weapon at the moment, and has accompanied him through many battles. It has been used very smoothly. If it can be strengthened, it is the best.
Luo superimposed the core of his hand on the [Dalit Bone].
The seemingly hard and sharp core immediately turned into a black mist, and the black mist wrapped the white bone stick below and seemed to continue to blend into it.
After a while, [Dalit's Bone] became—
A black bone stick.
It is still the same shape as a broomstick, and there is no more cool appearance that an artifact should have.
Xiao Lan looked at the explanation of [Dalit's Bone] with doubts:
【Name: Bone of Rebellion】
【Ability: Unknown】
【Form: Unknown】
【Description: Unknown】
Very good, it has become a three-no product.
Xiao Lan: "..."
What about the artifact
[Bone of Rebellion] It seems that a delicate balance has been reached between the artifact and the three-no product. Is this the way of the poor man's artifact
However, this should not be an item that was originally set in the Descending World, and it is quite normal that it will display "unknown".
It seems that it will take some time to explore its capabilities.
Xiao Lan tried to switch [Bone of Rebellion] to another form.
In an instant, a cold black bone blade appeared in his hand.
He tried to swing his knife at the wall with almost no effort. A long and deep knife mark appeared on the reinforced steel plate wall, and the whole process was silent, and the cut was smooth and flat as if it had been polished. .
Xiao Lan couldn't help hiss. This might be a bit overbearing.
[Bone of Rebellion] seems to have Luo's devouring ability, which doubles the destructive power of the blade, even surpassing the original Dalit flame.
Xiao Lan sighed: "It's amazing."
Luo smiled and said, "This is my honor."
Fortunately, Luo breathed a sigh of relief without breaking Mr.'s weapon.
Seeing that Mr. seems to be very satisfied, this core can be regarded as making the best use of it.
He secretly sensed his back, and now the big holes there are no longer visible on the surface.
At this time, Luo turned his attention to the crown of dark night, which had been lying on the floor for an unknown period of time.
He walked toward the crown, reached out and lifted it from the ground.
The crown did not resist at all, as if it were just an object.
The moment Luo's fingertips touched the black gem in the center of the crown, a sudden change occurred.
A dark shadow suddenly rushed out of the black gem, turning into a sharp blade and attacking Luo.
If you are hit, your entire head may be shattered.
Luo smiled, and his figure disappeared in a flash.
Countless sharp blades flew into the air, corroding a large hole in the wall not far away, and the corridor outside can be seen clearly.
Luo picked up the crown once again: "It seems that you are a little smarter than the other fragments, and even manipulate the core to protect yourself, but you really don't have any offensive power."
The black mist was tumbling in the jewel on the crown, with a very unwilling look, but it was difficult to escape Luo's palm.
As the black mist was swallowed by Luo's power, the crown of the night also lost its previous shining appearance.
All the gems gradually became dilapidated and lost their luster, and the metal parts became pitted, full of traces of time.
The last trace of power was swallowed, and the entire dark night crown made a crisp sound, which broke directly and turned into fragments on the ground.
Luo closed his eyes, feeling part of the power of the new return, the corners of his mouth slightly cocked.
Seeing Luo's appearance, Xiao Lan was not worried at all.
You see, he laughed so happily.
—
Solving the most important purpose of entering this game field, the two quietly left the warehouse area.
In order to confuse their trajectory, they also went to the bar on the cruise ship for a drink, and then returned to the room unhurriedly.
By the way, the scepter that was auctioned before was sacrificed to the sky, and the poverty value was 50 million.
What a colorful day.
When I got up early the next morning, Xiao Lan felt that the atmosphere on the boat was not right.
At breakfast, the tourists in the restaurant looked restless.
After inquiring about it, I realized that there was a murder case last night. A guest living in a balcony room was assassinated in his room. The room was locked from the inside, but the murderer was not found.
This is the third day of the cruise ship sailing, and the third day the players enter the game.
The previous two days have been enough for many people to figure out their mission goals and sideline situation.
So by last night, some people probably couldn't help but shoot.
It's a pity that Xiao Lan's branch line also needs Father Michael, which prevents him from completing his main line ahead of time.
Xiao Lan asked Luo: "What will happen if your mission is not completed?"
Luo thought for a while: "Although I will be recognized as a player when I enter the game, and will be given an identity and mission, if I can't complete it, I won't be able to punish me when I come to the world. Moreover, I left the game synchronously with you. As long as your task can be completed."
After breakfast, a passenger pulled Luo to greet him, as if he wanted to get close to the rich.
Luo smiled and dealt with him.
Xiao Lan went to the terrace to blow a hair one step in advance.
The morning sea breeze is mixed with humid sea water, which makes people very comfortable.
Suddenly, Xiao Lan felt a killing intent coming from behind him, and he looked at it from the corner of the eye, but he didn't see any figures.
However, stealth or hiding is a skillful means for players, and being invisible does not mean safety.
Xiao Lan pretended not to notice, but was always ready to take out [Bone of Rebellion].
At this moment, Luo, who had finished his boring greetings, walked over, and when the footsteps approached, the inexplicable murderous aura disappeared.
Luo found Xiao Lan's alert: "Sir, what happened?"
Xiao Lan looked at the direction where the killing intent was coming from: "Probably it is the kind of guy who likes to attack the players who are placed. I give up when someone comes."
Even these lunatics started hunting, and it seemed that the short-term stability on the ship would be difficult to maintain.
—
In the evening, they headed towards the location of the ceremony revealed by Father Michael.
This is a large theater.
The stage layout is quite gorgeous, even the auditorium is divided into three floors, and the lighting in the theater is also very beautiful. If you perform here, the effect will be very good.
It's a pity that the entire theater is closed now, and there are no actors in it, only Xiao Lan and Luo Bai who sneak in quietly are the audience for the upcoming ceremony.
They found a private room on the second floor of the theater, waiting for the arrival of Father Michael and Carlos.
After a while, Father Michael appeared in the theater.
He was alone and started to draw the magic circle on the stage with a kind of red powder.
I don't know what kind of pheasant cult it is, it looks like it's understaffed, and I haven't seen anyone other than him appear on the stage.
When it was almost twelve o'clock, Carlos entered through the theater door openly.
There is no point in keeping a low profile when doing bad things.
Behind him was a row of black-clad bodyguards who were extremely eager, with guns in each hand, looking very uncomfortable.
Among the bodyguards is a young man who has fallen into a coma, who seems to be about fourteen or five years old.
This should be what they call a sacrifice.
Do these people actually use living people to make sacrifices? !
Father Michael's eyes widened when he saw Carlos's great formation: "Wait... Mr. Carlos, this is different from what we said before. I didn't say that so many people can participate in the ceremony."
Carlos sat in the first row of the theater leisurely: "Then, can I ask your opinion now?"
As he said, the bodyguards around him once again aimed at Father Michael with black holes.
Expressed their cordial and friendly concerns and greetings.
The so-called one-time birth and two-time ripening, although Father Michael was also panicked this time, he has made great progress: "Okay... OK, but I want to make sure that you didn't attract anyone's attention when you came here."
Carlos said: "Of course not. I have completely emptied the surrounding area on this floor. This kind of trivial matter is easy for me. You can have a little more confidence in me."
Father Michael breathed a sigh of relief.
He walked towards the stage: "I have prepared the magic circle needed for the ceremony. Next, I only need to put the sacrifice in the middle of the magic circle, and then I will give you the fountain of God, and the ceremony will be completed soon. ."
"However, in order to ensure the normal progress of the ceremony, your bodyguards can't get too close."
Hearing that, Carlos raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't say anything, just raised his hand and waved it.
The bodyguards in black retreated uniformly and stood a few meters away from the stage.
But they also surrounded the entire stage, and if anything changed, they would take immediate action.
Only a black-clothed bodyguard with a slightly different dress from the others placed the young man who was used as a sacrifice on the stage under Carlos's sign, and then quickly left the stage after he placed it under the guidance of Father Michael. .
Seeing everything was ready, Carlos slowly got up and walked onto the stage.
Father Michael took out a black box and took out an injection from it: "This is the fountain of God."
Xiao Lan didn't expect that the Fountain of God could grow so... keep pace with the times.
He thought it would be spring water in a gorgeous cup, but he didn't expect it to be packaged in such a technological sense.
Carlos obviously had the same question: "This is... The Fountain of God?"
Father Michael explained with a smile: "After our research and investigation, the absorption effect of injection is not as good as the direct consumption. Of course, if you don't like injections, Mr. Carlos, I can also find you a cup."
Carlos frowned: "Forget it, that's it. Since the effect of the injection is better, let's inject it."
Anyway, whether it is drinking or injection, it is the same thing.
The bodyguard in black who took the sacrifices to the stage before seemed to want to say something.
After all, this sounds very insecure, the ghost knows what the three no products are.
But seeing that his boss has already made a decision, he can't say anything to disobey the other party's opinion.
He is well aware of Carlos's worries and fears of aging, as well as his desire for immortality and youth.
And it's on the ocean, it's easy to disappear a disobedient guy.
Between the boss's safety and his own life, he decisively counseled.
Carlos rolled up his sleeves at the sign of Father Michael, and watched with disgust as the opponent injected himself with the fountain of God with a crude technique.
After the injection, Carlos straightened his sleeves and asked, "What then? What do I need to do?"
Father Michael smiled: "No, nothing is wrong with you."
Carlos's face sank, with the coldness that had been in a sea of blood all the year round: "What do you mean?"
Father Michael laughed and said nothing.
Carlos was about to call his bodyguards, but his raised hand suddenly twitched.
Then his whole body seemed to be electrocuted, and his whole body began to twitch uninterruptedly.
"You—" Carlos's angry roar hadn't even exited, and a huge tongue that didn't look like a human had already popped out of his mouth, blocking what he wanted to say next.
Then, his body began to change drastically.
The old but still tall body has become muscular, stronger than the bodyguards who are in their prime of life.
The aging and sagging skin also began to regain its elasticity, and it seemed that youth was about to return to him.
But such changes did not stop, muscles grew crazily, and soon surpassed what humans should have.
Through the skin, you can see the muscles squirming like life.
"Ah—" Carlos could only utter an angry roar, but was blocked by his huge tongue, unable to say any complete words.
In a very short period of time, Carlos' figure has swelled to the point where it doesn't look like a human being.
His height has become as high as two or three people. The muscles that have been proliferating have broken through the skin, forming countless sarcomas on his body, and there are even many tentacles-like structures sticking out of his skin.
Numerous faces appeared on Carlos's body.
These are his faces, some are full of elasticity in infants, some are immature in youth, some are vigorous in youth, some are deep in middle age, and some are as old and withered as before.
But what remains unchanged is that these faces are full of crazy and painful expressions.
At this time, Father Michael looked at Carlos's changes and laughed wildly: "Hahahahahahahahaha, a mere mortal, he wants the right to live forever!!!"
Carlos angrily slapped it with his palm that had become huge.
Father Michael quickly dodges the blow with a speed that does not match his fat body.
Upon seeing this, the black bodyguards around all pulled the trigger at Father Michael.
A whole frenzy of gunfire sounded, and countless bullets poured on Father Michael's body.
After the gunpowder smoke, there was no trace of blood on the ground.
The bullet shattered Father Michael's clothes and outer human skin, exposing the red scales underneath.
Because of the blocking of the red scales, these bullets could not harm him at all.
"What the hell are you?" the headed black bodyguard asked.
Father Michael didn't answer. He kicked his feet on the ground and rushed forward, directly grabbing the man's head.
Then in the horrified eyes of everyone, with an excited smile on their faces, they squeezed hard.
The head of the black bodyguard burst open in his hand.
Red and white splashed all over, sprinkled on many people.
When the other people saw this, they realized that this was not a monster they could deal with, and they ran out desperately.
At this time, they have ignored their boss, they can find another job, and they have only one life.
What's more, the boss looks almost cold.
Goodbye boss, we will always miss the bank card numbers you added to us.
The feelings between bosses and employees in the world are mostly plastic like this.
Seeing the black-clothed bodyguards running away, Father Michael didn't mean to chase.
It seems that in his eyes, these guys are not important.
He casually shook the dirt on his hands, stepped over the desolate corpse on the ground without his head, and walked towards Carlos, who was still changing.
Father Michael stuck out his forked tongue, which made his pronunciation a little slow and unclear: "Mr. Carlos... Actually... you are the sacrifice, hahahaha..."
The author has something to say:
See the comment in the previous chapter that Luo is dual-core (you are really little geniuses),
Think of a small theater:
Luo: I'm already a dual-core man. After the upgrade and revision, whether it's making tea, shopping, or cooking, it's all right.
Master: My stupid Odoudou, what strange function did you add to yourself
Luo: This is a feature that single dogs don't need.
Master: Get out.