Chapter 2861 Loss of All Five Senses

Reality will always slap the ignorant people in the face in the most ruthless way.

The Kuro Cat Demon is indeed no match for me, but it can only be used alone. If it is in a group of three or five, I will definitely receive a very heavy blow.

Just like that time.

After killing the Kuro Cat Demon, I looked up to the sky and screamed heartily, claiming to be invincible.

The laughter was like a flood, sweeping half of the forest and attracting a group of 'onlookers' in a very short time.

When there were "onlookers" all around me, I seemed to understand what it means to "pretend to be the best and get the most severe beating."

I saw a dozen Kuro cat monsters surrounding me. They all had their eyes widened, their fangs exposed, and their claws opened. They didn't look like they were applauding me at all, but they were doing something. Warm up exercise before eating.

My mood at that time was as if I had just stepped out of a warm room and slipped into the ice water.

Desperate, and so cold.

God will kill me!

With a loud shout, I drew my sword out of its sheath and decided to face the most tragic death in the most handsome posture.

The cat monsters didn't pay attention to the disemboweled corpses of their companions. Instead, they stared at me with interest, as if they were observing the most interesting thing in the world.

But that look really made my scalp feel tight and my spine shiver. That look was absolutely emotionless.

Soon, a cat demon made a move. It licked its furry paws and danced in the air twice, a bit like a lucky cat. But then, a sharp meow was heard, and it He rushed towards me with lightning speed.

The speed is as fast as a bullet!

I was only at Level 3 at the time. Although I could see the trajectory of the bullet clearly, it didn't mean I could dodge it if I wanted to, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and pick up the knife to fight.

The cat demon didn't show any surprise at my reaction, but it showed fear of the sharp blade. It was obvious that it knew what it was and that it could cause harm to itself.

The cat demon in mid-air suddenly turned around, changed the direction of attack, and its weird posture avoided the blade, and caused trauma on my body at lightning speed.

Although the wound was not big, it was unexpectedly deep. After a few seconds, blood started to gush out, and the pain came with it.

However, the severe physical pain will not affect my overall strength. On the contrary, it will improve my combat effectiveness to a certain extent. This is just like the anger value in the game. The more injuries, the higher the anger value and the attack power. Naturally, the higher it is.

After wiping the wound and licking the blood, I was not afraid at all, but started to get excited.

The excitement ignited a raging fighting spirit, and I launched an attack on the cat demon in an even crazier state than before.

The sword's light continued, and the shadows of its claws flickered.

After a battle, all the cat monsters were killed, and I was also covered in wounds. Even if I could be called completely bruised, it would not be an exaggeration.

Blood trickled out, and I lay on the ground quietly looking at the sky, waiting for death to come.

But I know that I will not die, because a ranger will find me later and rescue me back to the adventurer base for treatment. Most of the wounds on my body will be completely healed, but the wounds on my chest and abdomen will be completely healed. However, because the injury is too severe, it can only guarantee repair, but not recovery. In other words, my body will be covered with scars, criss-crossing like ferocious centipedes.

It's not that the priest cannot heal serious injuries. If it is a priest at the level of Mr. Taylor, let alone serious injuries, even if he has just died, it is possible to rescue him. But the best priest in that small town is only level six, and his talent is also low. It has nothing to do with healing. The most important thing is that his knowledge is very miscellaneous and he is not specialized in healing.

Of course, half-baked healing techniques can't cure serious injuries. I should be grateful for being able to save me from a near-death state.

Back to business.

As I waited for death to come, the scenery in front of me suddenly became blurry, and then became clear again.

"Come back again?" I muttered to myself.

Severe pain still shot through my body, but I got used to it. I slowly lowered my head and glanced at it, and found that many scars on my chest and abdomen had cracked open again, and blood was flowing out as if it was free.

With a low laugh, I took a deep breath, dipped my fingers into the steaming blood as a habit, and put it into my mouth.

Well, it still tastes the same.

After a few minutes, the wound gradually healed, and the hideous scars that crisscrossed vertically and horizontally disappeared with the healed wound. Instead, there was a piece of good skin, smooth and smooth, as delicate as fat.

"Really, I want to leave some scars as a souvenir."

I murmured as if complaining, and looked at the fair-skinned man again: "Your combat skills are really good. Time and time again, it reminded me of the sad and painful past, and it also strengthened my resolve time and time again. Faith, you are simply my god teammate, sorry, I forgot, you are my enemy, then you are simply your companion’s pig teammate.”

'Pig teammate' is not a good word when you first hear it. Furthermore, I was originally an enemy, and I was already dying. Not only was I not defeated by memories, but I also recovered the scars all over my body, and my fighting spirit was even more ignited. This is simply counterproductive!

The white-skinned man was really angry now. He glared at me, and at the same time his momentum was rising steadily. From the initial power of transformation, it soon increased to a more powerful and incomprehensible level.

I have only experienced that level of power from a few people - Mr. Taylor, the Fairy Queen, Shallan, Sosia, Alice, Simmons Locke, and Achilles, who is slightly inferior to them.

This may be the legendary awakened powerhouse.

When the momentum reached its peak again, the fair-skinned man was really like a god coming to the world, exuding extraordinary momentum all over his body.

His pink pupils were closer to pure white at this moment, and his face became a little blurry. I knew that this was the magic flow that gathered when the magic value reached a critical point.

Mr. Taylor has also shown this state before, but his magic flow is obviously stronger than his.

"Feel the magic sound"

"Feel the magic sound"

"Feeling."

The echoes continued to echo in his ears. The fair-skinned man, who was like a god, slowly put the flute to his lips and played heavy and sad notes.

The notes came together and I was instantly struck.

No sight, no hearing, no smell, no sound, no touch. All five senses are lost.

Is this his strongest trick?

It is really terrible, so terrible. If it were any person, even an apostle, when faced with the loss of all five senses, he would be devastated by this unreal feeling and fall into fear and despair.