What, what's going on? !
Standing in place, the leader of 'their' who was expecting Jason's death, looked at Jason who was running farther and farther, and the more he ran, the more energetic he was, and he was stunned in place.
Curse gone wrong
he thought subconsciously.
Then, he shook his head immediately.
impossible!
As one of his trump cards, this curse is absolutely impossible to make mistakes!
Moreover, this is not the first time he has cast this 'curse' that claims to be able to curse and kill gods.
About 300 years ago, he also used this curse to kill a person known as a 'half god' at that time.
The other party was a guy who discovered his traces at that time and regarded him as an evil spirit.
Strength is naturally good.
But the brain is not working well.
Obviously he has sent out a kind invitation, hoping to rule that era with the other party, but the other party is still yelling about something, and his sense of honor does not allow him to collude with him and other naive words.
Then, after he pretended to surrender and secretly cast a curse on that fool, the other person immediately trembled all over and supported his body with a long sword so that he would not fall to the ground, but in the end his whole body collapsed into blood foam and disappeared into the air.
He witnessed the whole casting process.
He also remembers the changes in his body.
But 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? !
The leader of 'them' thought of the only possibility.
But he has already used the power of the organization to investigate Jason's background clearly. Jason should indeed be called Jason and guess right.
unless…
Someone faked it!
Someone arranged it all!
this person is...
"Lothar 11!"
The leader of 'them' gritted his teeth and growled.
That's right!
It is Lothar 11!
Except for this person, no one who knew Jason had the ability to do similar things!
Lothar 11 must have already known everything about the 'Mandelin Town', that's why he came here a few years ago, started to disguise, and started to make careful arrangements.
What I've been waiting for is the moment when I show up!
Cold sweat!
Appeared densely on the forehead of the leader of 'them'.
The night wind blows.
Shady, with a chill.
The leader of 'they' has seen too many people in the millennia.
But no one can be as gloomy, weird, and... good at disguising as Lothar 11.
He used various means to observe Lothar 11 more than once.
The other party looked like a good-for-nothing with no ambitions and endless wandering.
But everything in front of him made him feel the burning pain on his cheek.
Perhaps when he observed the other party, the other party had already discovered all this.
Then, it counts.
When I think of myself observing the other party, I am completely under the other party's 'observation'.
The leader of 'their' became short of breath.
But soon, he calmed down.
really…
Is he worthy of being Lothar's son
The leader felt a little relieved when he thought of the figure that terrified him.
It seems like everything should be taken for granted.
But that doesn't mean he will stop.
In other words, by now, it has been unable to stop.
After the plan started, everything was out of his hands.
It can only be success or failure.
If he succeeds, he will truly have power.
Fail and everything turns to dust.
No!
I can make it!
I will definitely succeed!
The leader of 'them' told himself almost hypnotically.
In the distance, Jason, who was still unleashing flames on the leader of 'them', suddenly felt a light in his hand.
One arm and one leg of the complete body without a head just disappeared.
It seems to be weathered for thousands of years.
After a little 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 ceremony, but you also need to pay a price.
Normal curses are replaced with other items.
Most of them are the flesh and blood of animals, but to complete this fierce curse, one must use one's own flesh and blood, and even affect one's own blood.
What will happen, with the mysterious knowledge that Jason has mastered, it is still impossible to know.
But one thing, he is clear.
Take advantage of his illness to kill him!
This is one of the most important things he learned in 'The City That Never Sleeps'.
Perhaps it cannot be accepted by the Cavaliers.
But he's the 'postman'!
Yi!
Another short pictograph.
The force field of [Protection from Evil] was directly activated and acted on the body in his hand.
Just when he returned to the 'room' again, Jason once again used his time to replenish two [Protection from Evil].
It's not that I don't want to fill it all up.
But time does not allow.
Even if he uses the limit of time, he is still powerless.
hum!
The air vibrated, and Jason could clearly feel the trembling of the body he was carrying.
efficient!
Without hesitation, Jason struck again.
This time the effect is even more outstanding.
Jason could clearly hear the slight rupture of some internal organs in his body.
Immediately, Jason was ready to release the third strike [Protection from Evil].
And at this moment—
"The spear that pierces the night!"
"Stained with the blood of God!"
"The moon fell for it!"
"The stars are destroyed!"
"In the name of your existence...give the person I know—the person whose real name is 'Lothar 11', eternal sleep!"
The vicious curse reappeared.
However, this time, the leader of 'their' chose Lothar 11!
Jason paused.
He turned around.
There was a sharp coldness in the eyes behind the mask.
It was as cold as ice.
As sharp as a knife, like a sword.
Lothar 11 is a kind guy.
No ambition.
There is no intention of harming others.
He is a person who wants to live in peace and stability until he grows old.
He is very friendly to him, and has no utilitarianism, just looking for someone to confide in the distress of life.
Like... friends.
yes!
friend!
Whenever he is alone, Jason will involuntarily recall the friends who chatted with him at the roadside barbecue stalls on summer nights in his hometown, licked skewers, and stomped on boxes to drink.
There is no fixed topic for chatting, whether it is happy or worrying things, and they talk to each other from the bottom of their hearts.
The skewers are basically fixed, 20 pieces of mutton skewers, 10 pieces of garlic meat, 10 pieces of Wangjing small waist, two pieces of chicken wings, one piece each of grilled eggplant and fried clams.
The wine in the box is best to be Wusu, otherwise snowflakes are also fine, of course it must be chilled.
In the summer night wind, the cold ice wine and the aroma of barbecue mixed with cumin and chili are really a kind of enjoyment.
But isn't the most enjoyable thing is the heart-to-heart with the friends in front of you
But Jason knew very well that he couldn't go back.
Even if he returned to his hometown.
There is no going back to such days.
It is not the so-called alienation from friends caused by the change of mood after the change of strength.
Shit!
Such a thing will never happen.
Such things are just the groans of hypocritical people.
I can't help my own state of mind, no matter how powerful I am, I'm just a walking corpse drifting along with the crowd.
Jason's concern is...
time!
He didn't know how long it would be after he went back.
Is his friend still... alive.
It is still a hundred years later.
Therefore, he cherishes everyone who he regards as a friend.
Although he is used to being cold and silent, it doesn't mean that he will be indifferent to his recognized friends.
Rarely, anger appeared in Jason's heart.
Although it was suppressed the next moment.
But this leader of 'them' caught on.
"Angry?"
"Is it powerless?"
"Wait for the bad news!"
The other party sneered, mocking Jason.
The other party wanted to provoke Jason.
The other party wanted Jason to drop the body in his hands and rush over.
But Jason didn't.
sI oT Yn!
In the low-pitched Tufu language, [Protection from Evil] landed on this body.
And then, the second, third, fourth...
Starting from the third time, every time Jason casts, death will appear once.
However, Jason had no intention of stopping.
Now he has almost 600 lives.
Enough to kill the bastard in front of him!
In fact it is.
When Jason continuously cast [Protection from Evil], the leader of 'their' changed his face and rushed towards Jason like crazy, but before he took a step, the leader froze in place.
puff!
The new body that was just shaped was broken like this.
Like a soap bubble.
Only the remaining head was suspended in the air, its eyes were wide open, its face was ferocious, and its skin was beating non-stop.
Jason didn't know what was going on.
He just stared at the other party, casting [Protection from Evil] again and again.
…
on a still river.
A small boat moved steadily forward.
Lothar was sitting on the bow, Lothar 1 was shaking his oars, and at the young man's feet was a skeleton in a brown linen robe.
Different from the paleness of ordinary skeletons.
The bones of this skeleton have a jade color.
But hideous still.
Especially the soul fire in the eye sockets spewed out, as if it wanted to burn the soles of Lothar 1's feet.
But Lothar 1 just exerted a little force on the soles of his feet, and the skeleton crawled there again, motionless, and the soul fire in the eye sockets became even more dim, as if it would be extinguished at any time.
"The Blasphemer!"
"The Blasphemer!"
"You are unpardonable!"
Even though it was trampled under its feet, the skeleton still screamed.
Lothar 1 then crushed its ribs.
Suddenly, the skeleton became quiet.
And when Lothar 1 broke its other rib, the skeleton begged for mercy.
"do not do that!"
"I'm just a poor ferryman."
"I'm just doing what I'm told."
shouted the skeleton.
"People who follow orders don't set such vicious traps!"
"The ferryman doesn't regard money as his life!"
Lothar 1 said with a smile.
"rule!"
"It's all the rules!"
"I must obey!"
The skeleton quibbled.
"You... um?"
Just as Lothar 1 was about to say something, his face suddenly became serious, which made the skeleton under his feet tremble continuously.
If the smiling Lothar 1 looked like a butcher sharpening his knife before, then at this time, the serious Lothar 1 has become a volcano about to erupt.
"Ah!"
"What courage!"
"How dare you attack my younger brother!"
Lothar 1 said with a chuckle.
But such a smile is not a smile at all.
All that's left is the cold.
Bone cold.
Then he grabbed the skeleton under his feet.
"It's time for your redemption!"
"Die instead of my brother!"
"This is your honor!"
Saying this, Lothar 1 mobilized hundreds of seeds in Lothar 11's body, allowing these seeds to quickly complete a special sort and complete a ceremony that was not simple.
transfer!
The curse power that had begun to appear on Lothar 11 was transferred to the skeleton in Lothar 1's hand.
Suddenly, the jade-like skeleton became dim.
Black spots appeared on its body.
"Kill God! Kill God! Kill God!"
It yelled again and again.
Some power lurking within its body began to counter the curse.
And following the power of the curse, it spread to the source of the curse.
However, this skeleton is finished.
Snapped!
After a crisp sound, it turned into an ordinary decayed skeleton and went away with the wind.
"Huh?"
Lothar 1 was keenly aware of such a 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 learn and accumulate more knowledge than us."
Lothar, who was sitting at the bow, said lightly without looking back.
"Understood, my lord father."
Lothar 1 replied.
He knew it was his father reminding him.
Afterwards, Lothar closed his eyes again and rested his mind.
No more words were said.
As for Lothar 11, his youngest son
Lothar believes that his eldest son will take good care of his younger brother.
…
Cough, cough!
Lothar 11 suddenly felt itchy in his throat.
Unable to bear it, he coughed lightly several times.
Then, a mouthful of thick phlegm appeared in his mouth.
He took out a tissue and spit thick phlegm on it. Looking at the yellow phlegm, Lothar 11 couldn't help but sigh that he was on fire, and told himself to stay up late, drink more water, and drink less alcohol.
Throw the tissue in the trash can casually.
Lothar 11 knocked on the table.
"continue."
He said so.
He had absolutely no idea what was going on.
He just thought it was time to take care of his body.
At least I will have to soak some goji berries in a thermos in the future.
…
sI oT Yn!
The tenth time [Protection from Evil]!
With the spread of the special force field, the body of the leader belonging to 'their' was completely shattered by Jason's grasp all the time.
It was broken into pieces directly.
However, the moment it hit the ground, it shattered into slag.
"Ah!"
At this moment, the leader of 'them' uttered an unprecedented cry.
pain.
miserable.
Anyone who heard the cry could feel the pain in it.
And, more importantly, the 'altar' in the distance began to crumble.
Click!
In the clear sound, a crack was on the 'altar'.
Involuntarily, all the 'parents' of the 'Hundred Great Families' who were fighting stopped.
They looked at the cracked altar.
All of them opened their eyes wide.
"this?!"
There was disbelief in his eyes.
However, the cracks continued to grow.
Click, click!
Eventually, the altar collapsed.
"how come?"
"How can this be?"
The "parents" of the "Hundred Great Families" who were still fighting bloody battles just now became distraught one by one.
However, only after a few seconds.
All eyes were on the leader of 'their' who was still screaming fiercely.
"You are the culprit!"
One of the "fathers" of the "big family" reprimanded.
"It was you who made us kill each other!"
The rest of the people spoke one after another.
Then, another encirclement occurred.
And the leader of 'their' was still screaming.
"Ah!"
"God, god punishment?!"
"Why is it God's punishment?!"
He growled in disbelief.
He was looking for a solution.
But that kind of power is so different that he has no way to change everything.
No!
besides!
Thinking of something, he stopped screaming.
Although all the arrangements have been disrupted, it is better to give it a try than to sit and wait!
Thinking of this, he launched the last step of the ritual.
Hera on the top of the pit, the 'inspiration' kept ringing.
Danger!
Danger!
Wave after wave of warnings made her tremble all over.
"Get out of there..."
But before the words were finished, Hera's voice stopped abruptly.
because-
The bottom of the pit was already empty.
Everyone disappeared without a trace under her nose.