"Those flames will only cause the blood to mutate at the beginning, and they will change after they attach to the golden warrior." Negri analyzed in detail. During the battle, as long as the blood is not crushed Otherwise, the opponent's ability information is very important.
"So try it first." Negri clenched his fist and punched the Royas warrior rushing over.
If it is said that Yadley gained strength far beyond that of humans because he replaced most of the germs with black crows, then Negri's muscles are now composed of germs. The muscles they simulate and the strength they can exert make Negri a Before the Royas warrior had time to react, he punched him through his chest.
The Royas warrior didn't change his face. Under the dual effects of the stimulant and the golden potion, he felt that his spirit had been sublimated, and death was no longer enough to make him fearful. The belief that he could do everything for his purpose made him exhaust his last strength Hold Negri's arm.
"You are dead, the fire of the Doom God will completely ignite you, and you will be reduced to ashes in the flames!" Even if he was pierced through his body, there was no blood spilling out of him, and some only had scarlet flames.
"Is this kind of flame called the Last God's Fire?" Negri looked at his rapidly melting right hand, without any panic, but felt this kind of flame with great interest.
Seeing that the flames were about to spread to his shoulders, Negri's right hand came off automatically, revealing a clean and neat fracture, and then a black muscular arm the size of a baby and full of mucus emerged from the fracture.
The arm continued to swell, and soon became normal size, a layer of white mucus overflowed from the black muscle, and soon formed a new skin.
"I already have a general understanding of the burning speed and temperature of this flame." Negri moved his newborn right hand, and there seemed to be something condensed in the air. Negri stretched out his white nails and began to grow: "Then you can go died!"
The lingering sound of Negri's words is still echoing. His body has appeared behind a Royas warrior. His white nails are like rapiers, piercing the flames and directly cutting the skin and muscles. Everything is so natural, as if nothing is needed. The strength was mediocre, and by the time a few people came back to their senses, their bodies had already been turned into pieces.
The nails in Negri's hand that had gradually melted were separated from his fingers. During the time when the flames were burning on his right arm, Negri mobilized different germs in his body to resist the flames, and finally found that the food metal that made up nails and bones Germs are most resistant to this type of fire.
If the research continues, Negri can also experiment with several kinds of germs to form nails with higher resistance, but it is no longer necessary. These people who have been coerced by the drug will have their beliefs raised to the point where they can reach the highest level. In this case, there is no need to waste time.
"With the condiments, these people can be regarded as appetizers." Negri turned around and looked at Smic over there: "Then, is the first course ready, sir?"
"As an evil spirit, you must have been a human being before!" Smick looked at Negri in shock. Although he knew that Negri would be very strong, he never thought it would be so terrifying.
With no power to fight back, in the blink of an eye, the Doom God team he led was wiped out. Whether it is physical fitness, combat skills, or combat awareness, Negri is the top member in the world .
Thinking of becoming a ruler, fighting is undoubtedly necessary. How could Negri forget to complement himself? Rhea has many mercenaries, and some of them are good at fighting. , to teach a certain big shot in Rhea to fight.
Those people may not be as good as the legendary ranger Chris, and perhaps not as good as the family-learned Smick, but after wandering around as a mercenary for so many years, they will always have some skills. With dozens of such teachers "teaching", Negri has learned Their combat experience, combat skills, and even that combat awareness.
Even without that terrifying physical quality, he is still a strong man standing at the peak of human beings, not to mention the physical quality of a germ-like body, coupled with various special abilities, he has already exceeded the limit of the human species, and has great potential for human beings. Overwhelming advantage, that's why those Royas fighters who used the potion were easily killed by him.
"So what? Are you struggling with human identity? Worried that your behavior does not conform to this society? Will you be condemned by your inner morality?" Negri smiled indifferently: "Compared with what I pursue, those are just indifferent things. Just something."
"What I want is to control everything, not those boring things. What I need to follow is only my own ideas." Negri said calmly.
The soul energy belonging to Royas warriors was absorbed by Negri, and after learning some information, Negri said to Smic: "The average person will have something called conscience more or less, which is the reason for living in this society. , the thing that was born by the thing called public morality, when you do something that is not in line with public morality, you will inevitably be burdened by conscience and hesitate."
"The same is true for you, Smick." Negri said: "You are hesitating between Eldridge and the interests of the nobles. To the nobles of their own birth."
"But, Smick, those things that make you hesitate are nothing but useless things." Negri reached out to Smick: "Try to do it, Smick, push open the door of immorality, abandon those Useless thing, surrender to me, and you will find that you will gain eternal peace."
Smick was trembling all over, he had to admit that he was shaken, his belief was powerless against Negri's invitation at this moment, everyone was bound in a huge cage, bound by various ropes bundled.
It is undeniable that deep down in everyone's heart, everyone longs to push away those shackles, but when he breaks free from that shackles, a person will have the pleasure of being immoral, and now this pleasure is tempting him.
Smick Rancher looked at the military uniform on his body and the badge of the Rancher family on it. He took a deep breath and his eyes became firm again: "Negri, maybe the useless things in your mouth are bothering me all the time. But those things are also the things that make up me, Smick Rancher, I'm not a monster like you, I can't give up those things."
"You did the right thing, Smic." Negri said approvingly, "You are qualified to become the first dish."