The gray-white curse power and the five-color protective shield of the Five Elements Armor consumed each other. In just a moment, only a thin layer of the five-color protective shield was left. But at this time, the fat man's hand also grasped a corner of the huge heart. With a strong force, the whole heart vibrated with a bang, and tilted toward the fat man while beating loudly.
"Heart of Curse?" It used to be something of misfortune, but now in the statue of the God of Misfortune, there is actually a heart of curse, which is indescribably weird.
Stewart, the god of misfortune, and Oresta, the god of curses, I don’t know what the relationship is between the two, but they are actually entangled to this extent.
The huge heart moved little by little. Under the influence of the curse, the flesh and blood of the fat man's hand that stretched out the five-color protective shield had all dried up. In some places, rugged white bones were exposed, and even the bones were slowly weathering and disappearing.
Bang, bang. His heart was beating violently, but he didn't resist the fat man's thrust. The moment he put it into the package, the fat man felt that the whole world suddenly darkened, and Oresta's voice became louder in his ears, as if he had reached a kind of excitement.
"I, Oresta, am willing to sacrifice my heart and curse you in the name of the God of Curses. May you be entangled in your own misfortune and never recover or wake up."
The voice fell, and Oresta's voice disappeared into nothingness, finally no longer ringing in Fatty's ears.
The cursed heart was taken away, and the five-color protective shield burst and disappeared in an instant. The small space inside the statue was empty at the moment, except for the fat man standing there.
boom. The whole statue trembled violently, and the sound of rattling sounded one after another. The huge statue, which the fat man couldn't carve out a small hole despite all his efforts, suddenly cracked several gaps starting from the head.
At first, these gaps were as thin as hair, indistinct and invisible. However, after a moment, the cracking sound grew larger and larger, and finally penetrated the whole body of the statue, becoming several huge cracks that were transparent from front to back.
As these huge cracks appeared, more small cracks appeared on the statue, more and more, and finally spread all over the entire statue, as if it was about to collapse.
"Not good." The fat man felt the statue trembling, and then he saw the appearance of a huge crack. Without thinking, he immediately jumped out of the crack and walked down the statue.
Boom. Not long after the fat man swept out, the entire hundred-meter-high statue collapsed. Countless stones of different sizes flew everywhere, almost burying the fat man underneath.
"It's broken." The fat man stared blankly at the collapsed statue. He couldn't believe that this statue, which had been blessed by the power of the God of Doom from the beginning, was so broken.
brush. From the collapsed statue, a huge figure emerged, suspended in mid-air. This figure was wearing a set of strange armor, which looked illusory and unreal.
"Damn Oresta, has your heart finally been taken away?" The figure's voice was both happy and frustrated, very contradictory.
"The God of Doom!" the fat man shouted.
"Did you take away Oresta's heart and lift the curse on me?" The figure lowered his head and looked at the fat man coldly.
"It's me." At this time, the surrounding spirits of misfortune had dissipated. The fat man fell to the ground and looked up coldly at the shadow of the god of misfortune.
"Hand over Oresta's heart." The God of Doom said phantomly.
"Oh?" The fat man sneered. "what is the benefit?"
"Humble human beings actually try to negotiate terms with the great gods." The shadow of the God of Doom made a sharp voice. "I, Stuart, will judge you in the name of the God of Doom, and you will surely suffer misfortune forever."
"Ding-"
System prompt: You are cursed by the shadow of Sturrant, the god of misfortune, and you will be plagued by misfortune for the next hour.
brush. Around the fat man, the spirits of doom that had disappeared appeared one after another, staring at the fat man with dead gray eyes.
"It's ridiculous that a mere shadow should pretend to be a god in front of the fat man." Although the fat man was cursed by bad luck and his various attributes were severely reduced, he was not afraid of the threat of the god of bad luck. Misfortune is just a state. Without the cooperation of the curse, there is no immediate effect. This is probably why the God of Doom wants to snatch the Cursed Heart.
"They're coming in." Just as the fat man was confronting the shadow of the God of Doom, everyone outside was not idle. They opened the map and looked at the location of the other group of people who came in.
"It must be Spike's fault. We should have killed him first." Fugitive Tianya said.
"Don't worry so much, let's figure out how to kill this group of people first." God's Head said.
"The fat man doesn't know what's going on inside. We can't let them come and disturb us," Dongmen said. "Everyone, be quick, just lure them away."
"No, they came with a goal. They already knew about this hall."
On the map, dozens of red dots were running towards this side at extremely fast speeds, going straight without any hesitation. It was obvious that they already knew what was going on here.
"Be careful, anyone who can come in once must be strong." God's Head whispered, and everyone immediately spread their weapons and spread out.
"I, Stuart, will judge you in the name of the God of Doom, and you will surely suffer the torment of misfortune."
In the main hall, Fatty and Sturrant, the god of misfortune, were facing each other on the ground and in the sky.
"You just said these few words over and over again, can you change it to something fresh?" Fatty said leisurely as he dodged the attacks of several spirits of doom.
"I, Stuart, will judge you in the name of the God of Doom. You will eventually fall into misfortune and be unable to extricate yourself." Faced with Fatty's provocation, the God of Doom could only issue a series of doom curses.
"Ha, haha. I understand." The fat man laughed. "It turns out that your phantom only has the ability to cast bad luck, but has no attack power."
The shadow in the sky seemed to be very angry, and a string of words cursed the fat man for bad luck came out of his mouth.
Fatty easily dodged the attacks of several spirits of doom and felt content. Now he has seen that although the God of Doom is called God, he is only a auxiliary profession, and his attack power is not certain. Even if the real God of Doom is powerful and can kill Fatty with a snap of his fingers, this kind of power is definitely not something that this phantom can possess, otherwise Fatty would have been wiped out long ago.
"Boss, there is someone over there." The leader of a new group of players was none other than Jin Lin, the leader of the Golden Scale Gang that Fatty had dealt with before.
"Hmph, don't care who he is. If he doesn't leave, he will be destroyed directly. No one can compete with me for the transfer of the God of Doom." Jin Lin said coldly.
"Who am I? It turns out to be the leader of the Jinlin Gang. We haven't seen him for a long time. He's always been good." Seeing that Jin Lin was not a thing in the pool, God's Head's expression changed and he smiled.
"Family of God? Xiao Li Fei Dao? Leaders of the four major gangs of the Big Four Sect?" Jin Lin's eyes swept across everyone's faces. The more he looked at them, the more uneasy he felt. He didn't expect to meet such a person here. What a master, until he saw Qian Xiaoqian, his eyes lit up and he nodded slightly.
"Everyone, why don't you go in?" Jin Lin asked with a frown as he watched his men kill the two monsters they accidentally lured out.
"Oh, I can't help it. This door is too heavy and can't be opened." The God's Head sighed.
"Since you can't open it, you might as well let me try it." Jin Lin said calmly.
"After opening it, how will the contents be distributed?" Fugitive Tianya said immediately.
"We opened this door, and naturally it all belongs to us." Liang Shangjunzi said immediately.
"Then we won't let you open the door." Fugitive Tianya said this simply.
"You?" Mr. Liang Shang almost choked. He had seen gangsters before, but never such a straightforward gangster.
"If the gate is opened, we will be divided into three and seven, you three and us seven." Jin Lin said slowly as the light in his eyes turned.
"No, at least 50-50." The God's Head shook his head.
"It's divided into four and six, you four and we six, otherwise there's no need to continue talking. We'll come back after you leave." Jin Lin said resolutely.
"Okay. Then let's discuss the number of people who can go in." God's Head and Dongmen Chuifeng looked at each other, and God's Head said again.
"How many people can enter? Is there a limit to this?" Jin Lin was stunned.
"Of course. You see, there are 50 of you, twice as many as us. If there is something good, everyone wants it and no one will let it go. In the end, we will definitely suffer a loss in the fight, so this number must be agreed upon. "The God's Head said slowly.
"Ha." Jin Lin almost laughed angrily. "You have so many experts, but you are still afraid of us taking action? Don't you think this is ridiculous?"
"Is it ridiculous?" God's Head turned around and asked.
"It's not ridiculous." It is indeed a family. The remaining 10 members of the God's Family shook their heads in response to their boss's words.
"Master, why do I feel like they are stalling for time?" Liang Shangjunzi approached Jin Lin and asked Chi Zhongwu Dao.
"Huh?" Jin Lin's face changed, and he looked at the head of the god coldly. "Head of God, get out of the way now. What we just discussed is still valid. Otherwise, don't blame us for using force to speak."
boom. At this moment, a huge vibration came from the hall.
"Hurry up and open the door." Jin Lin shouted.
"I'll wipe it." The fat man emerged from the ground and wiped the sweat from his head. Originally, he was happily teasing the God of Misfortune, but he didn't expect that the other party would actually raise his hand and cast a powerful spell, which almost buried the fat man alive.
"Aren't you incapable of attacking?" The fat man raised his head and asked, and saw the shadow of the God of Doom flickering, a bit dimmer than before.
"That's it." The fat man nodded. "Dude, don't get angry, how about we make a deal?"
"What deal?" The shadow of the God of Doom quickly stopped the attack that was about to launch, and ordered the Spirit of Doom to stop as well.
"How about you give me the Doom Suit and I'll give you the Cursed Heart?" the fat man raised his head and shouted.