Chapter 288 Itchy

"Bang!" The live broadcast ended abruptly as the amplification altar exploded.

This live broadcast lasted less than ten minutes, but because there was an entire superpower behind it, it was immediately spread to the entire world.

Thanks to the spread of the Internet, countless followers of the Round Sect naturally saw this live broadcast. After seeing this video, they all showed extreme excitement.

"This is an affront to our faith!"

"Those who have no faith will surely fall into the fiery hell!"

"Destroy his family!"

"Die! Die!"

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In Mysore, there are voices clamoring for revenge everywhere. The words Ning Yanhuo used to describe them in the live broadcast, such as idiots, waste, and rubbish, deeply hurt the self-esteem of these people.

They will never tolerate people who insult their beliefs living in this world!

"A life-saving blow from a cursed ability user..." Ramdo had already realized the trouble of the situation.

Maybe the believers at the bottom don't know the power of this level of power, but they know that this is definitely a disaster that can affect the entire country.

At this time, he even hoped that the other party's attack would hit him. Even if it consumed ten scapegoat Holy Spirits, it would be better than attacking these ordinary believers.

"Your wish has been fulfilled. You can survive in this world for ten days by relying on this tree heart." Bai Mo held Ning Yanhuo's head with his telekinesis and spoke to him in a calm tone.

"Ten days? That's enough. Thanks to that altar, my curse can last for seven days. I don't think anyone can survive a week with that kind of bone-deep itch."

"Wait for two days. The day after tomorrow, it's time for me to take action."

"I'm a little curious. With your strength, if you want to destroy the First Round Sect, even if you push it flatly, you should be able to kill them all. Why do you need me?" After completely releasing the hatred in his heart. , Ning Yanhuo calmed down.

"The one-round teaching is not as simple as you think. At least Ramdo can hurt me."

"Is it just hurt?"

"To really kill me, unless at least half of the fifth-level people on this planet take action together, and then take the lives of half of them."

"So, you're not invincible yet."

"Not yet, but it will be soon." Bai Mo didn't hide much about the dying man in front of him.

Just when a group of followers of the Round Sect began to gather to denounce this bastard who blasphemed their faith, the curse really began to fall.

"My feet! It's so itchy!"

"My left hand is itchy!"

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Although there was a rally going on, the original speaker had to leave midway due to a sudden severe itching.

A large number of people with itchy feet no longer cared about any image. They took off their shoes and socks directly in the square and scratched them with their hands.

There are also some private parts that are extremely itchy, and I almost run home and to the toilet at a death-defying speed.

And the most desperate of them all is the one with an itch in the middle of his back. That position happened to be the blind spot of the hand. They couldn't bear the itching, so they could only lie on the ground and rub the ground desperately.

In less than two minutes, someone was already bleeding from scratching, but they still couldn't stop. Itching is more uncomfortable than pain in many cases.

Some people jumped into the pool in the park and tried to relieve the itching with the help of water flow, but the effect was not great.

Someone took out the ointment at home and applied it layer by layer. Unfortunately, they seemed to have forgotten what Ning Yanhuo said about no cure.

The whole country of Mysore is full of followers of the Wheel Sect. Such a curse immediately brought the entire country to a halt. Under the itch, almost only the upper class with almost zero faith was left with enough thinking ability.

"Everyone, now we are facing the most severe test in history!" Ramdo immediately convened an emergency meeting.

He knew that he had made a complete mistake in dealing with this attack. It should be said that no one would have thought of using such a roundabout method, but he was a god, and gods could not admit their mistakes.

"A missionary has just tested that the power of faith can temporarily suppress this curse..." a subordinate reported.

"In this case, let's temporarily release the reserves of faith power in God's country and leave it to missionaries in various places."

"yes!"

Ramdo didn't feel any joy about this solution that was not a solution.

The mastermind behind the scenes who could severely injure him is still hidden behind his back. According to his guess, the mastermind should be the person responsible for taking the video. At this stage, he is actually consuming the foundation of his Kingdom of God. After all, as long as the power of faith continues, he will almost Impossible to defeat.

The first nationwide itching lasted for fifteen minutes and finally disappeared temporarily. Everyone who had just been tortured for fifteen minutes was already covered in sweat.

Those who were rubbing against the ground didn't even care about the holes in their clothes, and just collapsed on the ground. The intense exercise just now excessively consumed their physical strength.

Taking advantage of this rare free time, many people recalled every curse that Ning Yanhuo had just recited, and wished they could eat his flesh, tear his bones apart, or even cut him into pieces with a thousand knives.

There are also some people who are not strong-willed. After just fifteen minutes of tossing, they have begun to have some thoughts of that kind. However, in this country where all people are religious, even if they have such thoughts, they must hide them tightly. .

itch! itch! itch!

Fifteen minutes later, the itching broke out again, this time in a different place. The original itching on the left hand became the right hand, and the itching on the feet became itching on the neck.

In the trenches of the western defense line fighting the EU, the situation is even more desperate.

The itching that comes and goes on the body makes these originally determined warriors unable to even hold the guns in their hands steadily. The itching makes their hands tremble uncontrollably when aiming.

The battlefield priests who were originally supposed to boost morale were using their own strength to suppress the itching. They have devout faith in the One-wheel God, but now they can only support themselves and have no intention of taking care of others.

"Great God of Wheels, why do you want to give us such a test?" Countless people who are suffering from itching have only one thought left in their minds.

Despair and anger began to sweep across the country, but anger could not free them from physical pain. The itching that was worse than death left these people with no strength to even vent their anger, so despair spread quietly.

The fire brigade composed of priests was unable to extinguish the raging flames that had spread throughout the country.

What's more, the power of faith to relieve itching only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. Once the suppression is lost, it will still come once every fifteen minutes.

The deeper the faith, the more severe the fatal itch. These loyal believers are the cornerstone for the upper class of the Round Sect to quickly cultivate with the help of faith.

But now, the cornerstone that supports the entire system has begun to shake due to such an unexpected move.