Chapter 77 Please Choose the Right Goal... Work Hard!

What, what's going on? !

Standing in the same place, the leader of the 'them' who was looking forward to Jason's death, watching Jason, who was running farther and farther and running more and more spiritually, froze 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, it is not the first time that 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 curse and kill a character who was known as a 'demi-god' at the time.

The other party discovered his traces at that time, and regarded him as an evil spirit.

Strength is naturally good.

But the brain is not very good.

Obviously, he has already sent a kind invitation, hoping to take charge of that era with the other party, but the other party is still shouting something, and his sense of honor does not allow him to be naive and naive.

Then, after he pretended to surrender and cast a curse on the fool in secret, the other party immediately trembled and used a long sword to support his body from falling to the ground, but in the end his whole body festered, collapsed into blood, and disappeared into the air.

He had 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 isn't Jason dead? !

Is it? !

Is it a pseudonym? !

The 'their' leader thought of the only possibility.

However, he has already used the power of the organization to investigate Jason's origins. Jason should really be called Jason Guess.

unless……

Someone faked!

Someone arranged it all!

This person is...

"Lothar 11!"

The leader of 'them' gritted his teeth and roared.

That's right!

That's Lothar 11!

Except for this person, there is not a single person who knows Jason who is capable of doing similar things!

Lothar 11 must have already known everything about 'Mandarin Town', that's why he came here a few years ago, began to disguise, and began to carefully plan.

What I'm waiting for is the moment I appear!

Cold sweat!

Densely appearing on the forehead of the leader of 'them'.

The night wind blows.

Shady, with a chill.

The leader 'they' has seen too many people over 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 sloppy, unrelenting waste of money.

But everything in front of him made him feel the burning pain in his cheeks.

Perhaps when he observed the other party, the other party had already discovered all this.

Then, it counts.

When he thinks of observing the other person himself, he is completely under the "observation" of the other person.

The leader of 'their' became short of breath.

But soon, he calmed down.

really……

As expected of Lothar's son?

Thinking of the figure who made him terrified, the leader was a little relieved.

It seems all right.

But that doesn't mean he will stop.

Or, by now, it can't be stopped.

After the plan started, everything was not up to him.

It can only be success or failure.

If he succeeds, he will truly have authority.

Fail and everything turns to dust.

Do not!

I can make it!

I will definitely make it!

The leader of 'them' told himself almost hypnotically.

In the distance, Jason, who was still releasing flames at the leader of 'them', suddenly felt a light in his hand.

I saw that there was no head, and one arm and one leg of the complete body just disappeared.

It seems like a thousand years of weathering.

After a little touch, it turned into dust.

The price of the curse!

Curses are not cast out of thin air.

Not only do you need to know spells, procedures, and rituals to complete, 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 fierce curse, you must use your own flesh and blood, and even affect your own blood.

What will happen in detail, 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 was one of the most important things he learned in the City That Never Sleeps.

It may not be accepted by the knights.

But he's a 'postman'!

Yi!

Another brief picture repetition.

The force field of [Protection from Evil] was directly stimulated and acted on the body in his hand.

Just when he returned to the 'room' again, Jason used the maximum time to add two [Protection Evil].

It's not that you don't want to fill it all up.

But time doesn't allow it.

Even if he uses the time limit, he is still unable to catch up.

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 was even better.

Jason could clearly hear the slight rupture of some internal organs in the body in his hands.

Immediately, Jason was ready to release the third strike [Protection from Evil].

And at this moment-

"Spear through the night!"

"Contaminated with the blood of God!"

"The moon falls for it!"

"Destroy the stars!"

"In the name of your existence... bestow upon the person I know - the person whose real name is 'Lothar 11', eternal sleep!"

The vicious curse appeared again.

Only, this time, the leader of 'their' chose Lothar 11!

Jason took a step.

He turned around.

There was a sharp coldness in the eyes behind the mask.

Cold as ice.

As sharp as a sword.

Lothar 11 is a kind guy.

No ambition.

There is no harm to anyone.

Just someone who wants to live in peace and security.

He is very friendly to him, and has no utilitarian intentions, but is completely looking for someone to talk to about the anguish of life.

Like... a friend.

yes!

friend!

Whenever he is alone, Jason can't help but recall the summer nights in his hometown, the roadside barbecue stall, chatting with him, eating skewers, and drinking from the box.

There is no fixed topic for chatting, either happy or troubled, and they are sincere to each other.

The skewers are basically fixed, 20 mutton skewers, 10 garlic meat, 10 Wangjing small waists, two chicken wings, one each of grilled eggplant and fried clams.

The wine in the box is best to be Wusu, otherwise snowflakes can also be used, naturally it must be iced.

In the summer night breeze, the cold ice wine is eaten, and the aroma of barbecued meat mixed with cumin and pepper is really a kind of enjoyment.

But isn't the most enjoyable part of the conversation with friends in front of you?

But Jason knew very well that he couldn't go back.

Even if he returns to his hometown.

Days like this will never come back.

It is not the so-called sense of alienation from friends caused by the change of mood after the change of strength.

Shit!

Such a thing would never happen.

This kind of thing is just the groaning of hypocritical people.

You can't control your own state of mind, no matter how powerful you are, you are just a walking corpse.

Jason is worried about...

time!

He didn't know how long it took him to go back.

Is his friend still... alive.

Still a hundred years later.

Therefore, he cherishes everyone whom 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 the next moment was pressed down.

However, the leader of 'them' caught it.

"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 hoped that Jason would drop the body in his hand and rush over.

But Jason didn't.

!

In the muffled picture and reply, [Protection from Evil] landed on this body.

Then, the second time, the third time, the fourth time...

From the third start, if Jason didn't cast it once, death would appear once.

However, Jason had no idea of ​​stopping.

Now he has almost 600 lives.

Enough to kill the bastard in front of you!

In fact it is.

When Jason continuously cast [Protection from Evil], the leader of the 'their' changed his face and rushed towards Jason like crazy, but just took a step, the leader froze in place.

puff!

The new body that had just been formed was so shattered.

Like a soap bubble.

Only the remaining head was suspended in the air, his eyes were wide, his face was hideous, and his face kept beating.

Jason didn't know what was going on.

He just stared at each other, casting [Protection from Evil] again and again.

...

on a still river.

A small boat moved steadily forward.

Lothar sat on the bow, Lothar 1 swaying the paddle, and at the young man's feet was a skeleton in brown sackcloth.

Different from the pale white of ordinary skeletons.

The bones of this skeleton have a jade color.

But the grimness remains.

In particular, the fire of the soul in the eye socket spit out, as if it wanted to burn the soles of Lothar 1's feet.

Korosa 1 only exerted a little force on the soles of his feet, and the skeleton crawls there again, motionless, and the fire of the soul in the eye socket becomes even more dim, as if it is going to be extinguished at any time.

"The Blasphemer!"

"The Blasphemer!"

"You are unforgivable!"

Even when someone stepped on it, the skeleton screamed.

Then, Lothar 1 broke its ribs.

Suddenly, the skeleton was quiet.

And when Lothar 1 stepped on its other rib, the skeleton began to beg for mercy.

"do not do that!"

"I'm just a poor ferryman."

"I just follow orders."

the skeleton shouted.

"People who follow orders don't set such vicious traps!"

"Ferrymen don't regard wealth as fate!"

Lothar 1 said with a smile.

"rule!"

"It's the rules!"

"I must obey!"

The skeleton quibble.

"You... um?"

Just as Lothar 1 was about to say something, his face suddenly became serious, which made the skeleton under his feet shiver.

If the smiling Lothar 11 was like a butcher sharpening his knives, then at this time, the serious-faced Lothar 1 became a volcano about to erupt.

"Ah!"

"How dare you!"

"How dare you think of my younger brother!"

Lothar 1 said with a chuckle.

But such a smile, there is no smile at all.

Only left, cold.

Bone cold.

Then he grabbed the skeleton under his feet.

"It's time for your atonement!"

"Die instead of my brother!"

"It's your honor!"

Having said this, Lothar 1 mobilized hundreds of seeds in Lothar 11's body, so that these seeds quickly completed a special order, completing a not simple ceremony.

Transfer!

The cursed power that had begun to appear in Lothar 11 was transferred to the skeleton in Lothar 1's hands.

Suddenly, the jade-like skeleton became dull.

Blocks of black spots appeared on its body.

"God-killing! God-killing! God-killing!"

It kept shouting.

Some power lurking within its body began to fight back against such a curse.

And along the power of the curse, spread to the source of the curse.

However, this skeleton is finished.

Snapped!

After a crisp sound, it turned into an ordinary rotten skeleton and went away with the wind.

"what?"

Lothar 1 keenly sensed such a change and was a little surprised.

"They can be called gods, and naturally they have something special about them - it's just that they have more time to learn and accumulate more knowledge than we do."

Lothar, who was sitting on the bow, said lightly without looking back.

"Understood, Father."

Lothar 1 replied.

He knew it was his father reminding him.

After that, Lothar closed his eyes again and rested.

Not a word was said.

As for Lothar 11, his own little son?

Lothar believes that his eldest son will take good care of his younger brother.

...

Cough, cough!

Lothar 11 suddenly felt a tickling in his throat.

Unable to bear, he coughed several times.

Then, a mouthful of thick phlegm appeared in his mouth.

He took out a tissue and spit the thick sputum on it. Looking at the yellowish sputum, Lothar 11 couldn't help but sighed that he was angry, and told himself that he should stay up late, drink more water, and drink less alcohol.

Just threw the tissue in the trash can.

Lothar Eleven tapped 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 in the future, I have to hold a thermos cup to soak the wolfberry.

...

!

The tenth [Protection from Evil]!

With the spread of the special force field, Jason has been holding it in his hands, and the body belonging to the leader of 'their' is completely shattered.

Broken into pieces directly.

However, at the moment of landing, it shattered into slag.

"Ahhh!"

At this moment, the leader of 'them' made an unprecedented cry.

pain.

miserable.

Anyone who heard the cry could feel the pain.

And, more importantly, the 'altar' in the distance began to crumble.

click!

In the clear sound, a crack appeared on the 'altar'.

Involuntarily, all the 'fathers' of the 'Hundred Great Families' who were fighting stopped.

They looked at the cracked altar.

One by one eyes widened.

"This?!"

His eyes were full of disbelief.

However, the cracks continued to grow.

Click, click!

Eventually, the altar collapsed.

"how come?"

"how can that be?"

The 'fathers' of the 'Hundred Great Families' who were still fighting for blood just now became lost one by one.

However, only after a few seconds.

Everyone's eyes were staring fiercely at the leader of the 'them' who was still screaming.

"You the culprit!"

One of the 'fathers' of the 'Hundred Great Families' reprimanded.

"It's you who made us kill each other!"

The rest of the people spoke up.

Then, another encirclement appeared.

And the leader of 'their' is still screaming.

"Ahhhh!"

"God, divine punishment?!"

"Why is it God's punishment?!"

He growled in disbelief.

He was looking for a solution.

But there was no way for him to change all of this.

Do not!

and also!

Thinking of something, he stopped screaming.

Although all the arrangements have been disrupted, it is better to give it a try instead of sitting still!

Thinking of this, he launched the last step of the ceremony.

Hera on the top of the pit, 'inspiration' kept ringing.

Danger!

Danger!

The waves of warnings made her tremble.

"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 eyelids.

(End of this chapter)