Chapter 165 - The Endymion (VII)

Luo kept staring at Xiao Lan with that weird look in his eyes for a while.

 

Staring at Xiao Lan, he thought he was possessed by something and almost started to consider whether he should give him a stick to see if it would knock him back to normal.

 

Luckily, Luo resumed his usual smile before Xiao Lan made his move.

 

He showed the black core in his hand to Xiao Lan: "Take it, sir."

 

Xiao Lan looks at this core.

 

This is an important part for Luo, and although it looks like a bone, it is clearly not to be used in a soup.

 

If he wore it, he was a little worried that his fragile little body wouldn't be able to handle the sharpness and he would accidentally get stabbed through the heart.

 

It's better to put it away and find a place to keep it.

 

Seeming to pick up on Xiao Lan's concerns, Luo said, "Although most of the power in it has been depleted, it can still be used as a strengthening material and incorporated into the prop."

 

Xiao Lan asks, "What effect will it have?"

 

Luo thought about it and was honest: "I'm not sure, after all no one has ever tried this before, but it should be a big boost to the Dao, after all it was part of what originally belonged to the creator of the Advent World."

 

He knows that for a man like Xiao Lan, who is curvy on the outside and straight on the inside, the best gift is one that is practical and in keeping with his partner's wishes.

 

Otherwise, Xiao Lan would just take a box and put it inside.

 

Xiao Lan's eyes lit up, and although the effect was unknown, it should be something that could never go wrong.

 

A slash of 99,999, holding a divine weapon is not a dream.

 

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Luo asks, "What do you want to blend it with?"

 

Xiao Lan took out the [Bone of Dalet], his strongest weapon at the moment, and it had been with him through many battles and was already very well used, it would be best if it could be strengthened.

 

Luo superimposed the core in his hand on the [Bones of Dalet].

 

The seemingly hard and sharp core immediately turned into a black mist, which enveloped the white bony stick beneath it and seemed to continue to blend in.

 

A few moments later, the [Bones of Dalet] became -

 

A black, bony stick.

 

It still has the same broomstick-like shape and doesn't have any more of the cool exterior features that a godsend should have.

 

Xiao Lan looks at the description of the [Bones of Dalet] with confusion.

 

[Name: Bones of Disobedience

 

[Ability: unknown]

 

[Form: Unknown].

 

[Description: Unknown].

 

Very well, it turned out to be a trifle.

 

Xiao Lan: "......"

 

Where are the promised gods?

 

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[Bones of Paradox] seems to strike a delicate balance between artifacts and trivial products, is this the poor man's way of artifacts?

 

However, it's not a prop that was originally set up in the Advent world, so it's not unusual for it to say "unknown".

 

It looks like it will take some time to figure out what it can do after that.

 

Xiao Lan tries to switch [Paradoxical Bones] to another form.

 

In an instant, a frigid black bone blade appeared in his hand.

 

He tried to swing the knife at the wall and with little effort, a long, deep slash had appeared on the reinforced steel wall, and the whole process was silent and the cut was smooth as if it had been polished.

 

Xiao Lan couldn't help but let out a hiss, it was a bit overpowering.

 

The [Bone of Disobedience] seems to carry Luo's devouring power, doubling the blade's destructive power, even surpassing the original Flame of Dalet.

 

Xiao Lan exclaims, "Awesome."

 

Luo smiles and says, "It's my pleasure."

 

Fortunately, Luo was slightly relieved that he hadn't broken his weapon.

 

Seeing as how the gentleman seems to be satisfied, this core is a good use for the money.

 

He surreptitiously sensed his back, where the large hole was now no longer visible from the surface.

 

Only then did Luo turn his attention to the crown of darkness that had been lying on the floor next to him for who knows how long.

 

He walked over towards the crown and reached down to pick it up off the floor.

 

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The crown did not resist in the slightest, as if it were merely an object.

 

The moment Luo's fingertips touched the black jewel in the centre of the crown, a sudden change occurred.

 

A black shadow bursts out of the black jewel, turning into a sharp blade towards Luo.

 

If you get hit, you could have your whole head smashed in.

 

Luo, however, smiled and disappeared in a flash.

 

The countless sharp blades pounced, corroding a large hole in the wall not far away, all of which could see into the corridor beyond.

 

Luo picked up the fallen crown again, "It seems you seem a little more intelligent than the other shards, even manipulating the core to protect yourself, but there really isn't much of an attack."

 

A black mist churns in the crown jewels, a very reluctant look, but it is difficult to escape Luo's grasp.

 

As the black mist is swallowed up by Luo's power, the crown of night loses its previous glittering appearance.

 

All the gems are gradually becoming worn and also losing their lustre, and the metal parts are becoming pitted and full of signs of age.

 

The last trace of power was swallowed up, and the entire Black Night Crown made a crunching sound, shattering into pieces on the ground.

 

Luo closed his eyes, feeling part of his newly returned strength, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

 

Looking at Luo, Xiao Lan is not worried at all.

 

Look how happy he is with his smile.

 

--

 

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Having resolved the most important purpose of entering this playground, the two men quietly left the warehouse area.

 

To confuse their movements, they also went to the bar on the cruise ship to have a drink before returning to their room without delay.

 

By the way, I sacrificed the scepter I auctioned off earlier to the heavens and gained 50 million poverty value.

 

It was a very colourful day.

 

The next morning Xiao Lan woke up and sensed that the atmosphere on board was not right.

 

At breakfast, the visitors in the restaurant looked a little distracted.

 

Enquiries revealed that there had been a murder last night and that a guest in a balcony room had been assassinated in his room, which had been locked from the inside, and the murderer had not been found.

 

It was the third day of the cruise ship's departure and the players' third day in the game.

 

The previous two days had been enough for a number of people to get a feel for their mission objectives and branching out.

 

So by last night, someone probably couldn't resist taking the plunge.

 

Unfortunately, Father Michael is also needed for Xiao Lan's branch, which prevents him from completing his main line ahead of schedule.

 

Xiao Lan asked Luo: "What happens if you don't complete your mission?"

 

Luo thought for a moment, "Although I will be identified as a player when I enter the game and given an identity and quest, the Advent World should not be able to punish me if I fail to complete it. Besides, I'm leaving the game at the same time as you, so as long as your mission can be completed."

 

After breakfast, a passenger pulled Luo up to exchange pleasantries, as if he was trying to get close to the rich man.

 

Luo smiles and deals with him.

 

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Xiao Lan, on the other hand, went out on the terrace to blow off steam a little early.

 

The morning sea breeze is laced with the scent of wet sea water and blows pleasantly.

 

Suddenly, Xiao Lan felt a killing intent from behind him, he looked with his eyes but did not see any figure.

 

But invisibility or hiding is a skillful tool for players now, and just because you can't see it doesn't mean you're safe.

 

Xiao Lan pretends not to notice, but is ready to take out the [Bone of Disobedience].

 

Just then Luo, who had finished his boring pleasantries, approached, and the inexplicable murderous aura disappeared as his footsteps approached.

 

Luo noticed Xiao Lan's wariness: "Sir, what's going on?"

 

Xiao Lan looked in the direction where the killing intent was coming from: "Probably another one of those guys who like to prey on players who are left alone and give up when they see someone coming."

 

Even these madmen have started hunting and it seems that the brief period of peace on board is expected to be difficult to maintain.

 

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In the evening, they headed towards the place where Father Michael had revealed that the ceremony would take place.

 

This is a very large theatre.

 

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The stage was set up quite magnificently, even the audience was divided into three tiers, and the theatre was beautifully lit, which would have been very effective if the performance had taken place here.

 

Unfortunately the whole theatre is now closed and there are no actors inside, only Xiao Lan and Luo who have snuck in to sort of be the audience for the upcoming ceremony.

 

They found a secluded booth on the first floor of the theatre and waited for the arrival of Father Michael and Ka Luo Si.

 

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After a while, the figure of Father Michael appeared in the theatre.

 

Alone, he began to draw spells on the stage with a red powder.

 

I don't know what kind of pheasant cult this is either, it looks like it's so understaffed that no one other than him has ever been seen making an appearance.

 

When it was almost twelve o'clock, Kah Luo Si entered through the theatre doors in full view.

 

There's no point in doing bad things that need to be kept on the down low.

 

He was followed by a row of black-clad bodyguards, each with a gun in their hands, who looked like they were not to be messed with.

 

In the middle of the bodyguards was a teenager in a coma, looking about 14 or 15 years old.

 

This would be what they call a sacrifice.

 

Are these people actually going to sacrifice a living person?!

 

Father Michael's eyes glazed over at the sight of Car Luos' large gathering, "Wait ...... Mr Car Luo, this is not what we said before, I didn't say that we could have so many people involved in the ceremony."

 

Ka Luo S sat leisurely in the first row of the theatre: "So, is it all right if I ask your opinion now?"

 

With that, the bodyguards around him once again pointed their blackened guns at Father Michael.

 

Expressing their cordial and friendly concern and greetings.

 

As the saying goes, once you've had your chance, you've had your chance, Father Michael, and this time he's panicked, but he's come a long way: "Okay ...... well, but I want to make sure first that you didn't attract any attention when you came over, right?"

 

Car Luos said, "Of course not, I have cleared all the surrounding areas on this floor, such trivial matters are easy for me, you can have a little more faith in me."

 

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Michael, the priest was relieved.

 

He walked towards the stage, "I have prepared the spell needed for the ritual, next you just need to place the offering in the middle of the spell, then I will give you the Fountain of God and soon the ritual will be complete."

 

"However, your bodyguards cannot get too close in order to ensure that the ceremony is carried out properly."

 

At this, Carluos raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't say anything, just raised his hand and waved it.

 

The black-clad bodyguards then stepped back in unison and stood a few metres away from the stage.

 

But they also had the whole stage surrounded and were ready to act as soon as anything changed.

 

Only a black-clad bouncer, dressed slightly differently from the others, left the stage quickly after placing the youngster, who had been offered as a sacrifice, under the direction of Father Michael, at the gesture of Car Luo S.

 

Seeing that everything was in place, Callois slowly got up and walked onto the stage.

 

Father Michael held out a black box from which he took out an injection, "This is the Fountain of God."

 

Xiao Lan I never thought that the Fountain of God would look so ...... up to date.

 

He thought it would be some kind of spring water in a gorgeous cup, but he didn't expect it to be packaged in such a technological way.

 

Ca Luo Si also clearly had the same question, "Is this the ...... Fountain of God?"

 

Father Michael explained with a smile, "After our research and studies, it is not as well absorbed as an injection, but if you don't like injections, I can get you a cup."

 

Car Luo S frowned, "Forget it, just do it, since the injection works better."

 

Whether you drink it or inject it, it's the same thing anyway.

 

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The black-clad bouncer who had brought the offering on stage earlier seemed to want to say something.

 

After all, it sounds very unsafe and hell knows what kind of trifling product it is.

 

But seeing that his own boss had already given the go-ahead, he couldn't say anything to disobey the other side.

 

He was well aware of Carlo's worries and fears about ageing and his desire for eternal life and youth.

 

And this is on the ocean, so it's easy to disappear a disobedient guy.

 

Between the safety of his boss and his own little life, he decisively wimped out.

 

Car Luo Si rolled up his sleeves at Father Michael's gesture and watched in disgust as the other man injected himself with the Fountain of the Gods in a crude manner.

 

After the injection, Kar Luo asked, straightening his sleeve, "And then what? What do I need to do?"

 

Father Michael laughed: "No, there's nothing for you."

 

Car Luo Si's face sank with the coldness of one who has spent years in the sea of blood: "What do you mean by that?"

 

Michael, the priest, smiles but does not say anything.

 

Cal Luoos was about to call his bodyguards when his raised hand suddenly jerked.

 

Then it was as if his whole body had been electrocuted, and his whole body began to twitch unceasingly.

 

"You-" Before Cal Luoos could even get out his angry snarl, a huge, unhuman tongue had popped out of his mouth, thwarting the next words he wanted to say.

 

Then, his body began to change dramatically.

 

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Mr. Mai's still-stiff body has become more muscular than that of a bodyguard in his prime.

 

The elasticity of his ageing, sagging skin is also beginning to return, as if youth is about to return to him.

 

But such changes did not stop there, the muscles grew wildly and soon exceeded what a human being should have.

 

Through the skin, all the muscles can be seen writhing as if they were alive.

 

"Ah-" was all Car Luoos could muster in an angry snarl, but was prevented from uttering any complete words by the huge tongue.

 

In a very short space of time, Kaluos has swollen to an inhuman size.

 

He became as tall as two or three men, and the ever-proliferating muscles burst through his skin, forming countless fleshy tumors on his body, even as numerous tentacle-like structures protruded from his skin.

 

Numerous faces appear on the body of Car Luos.

 

These are his faces, bouncy as infants, still tender in outline as a teenager, spirited as a young man, profound in outline as a middle-aged man, and as aged and withered as he was before.

 

But what remains the same is the frantic and pained look all over these faces.

 

At this point, Father Michael laughed out loud in a frenzy as he watched the transformation of Kaluos: "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

 

Kar Luo Si slapped his already huge palm in anger.

 

Father Michael, however, dodged the blow with a speed that did not match his fat body.

 

Seeing this, the black-clad bodyguards around him pulled the trigger on Father Michael in unison.

 

A frenzy of gunfire erupted and numerous bullets rained down on Father Michael's body.

 

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After the smoke, there was not a trace of blood on the ground.

 

The bullet broke the human skin of Father Michael's clothing and appearance, revealing the red scales beneath.

 

Because of the barrier of the red scales, these bullets could not harm him at all.

 

"What the hell are you?" The black-clad bodyguard at the head of the group asked.

 

Michael, the priest, did not answer, but with his feet on the ground, he lunged forward and grabbed the man directly by the head.

 

Then, to the horror of the crowd, with an excited smile on his face, he gave a firm squeeze.

 

The black-clad bodyguard's head, just like that, burst open in his hands.

 

Red and white splashed everywhere, spilling over a number of people.

 

When the others saw this, they understood that this was not a monster they could deal with and ran for their lives outwards.

 

By this time they had disregarded their bosses; they could find another job, but only one life.

 

Not to mention the fact that the boss looks like he's almost cold.

 

Goodbye boss, we will always miss the bank card numbers you added to us.

 

The relationship between bosses and employees in the human world is, by and large, plastic like this.

 

When he saw the black-clad bodyguards fleeing, Father Michael had no intention of pursuing them.

 

It seemed that none of these guys mattered in his eyes.

 

He casually waved the dirt from his hands, stepped over the desolate headless corpse on the ground, and walked towards the still shifting Kaluos.

 

Father Michael stuck out his forked tongue, which made his enunciation a little slow and unclear: "Mr. Car Luoos ...... actually ...... you're the one who's offering, hahahahaha ......"

 

The author has something to say.

 

Seeing the comments in the last chapter about Luo being a duo (you guys are such little geniuses).

 

A little theatre comes to mind.

 

Luo: I'm already a dual-core man, and after the upgrade, I can do everything from making tea and buying food to cooking.

 

Juggernaut: Oh my stupid O'Douchebag, what strange feature have you added to yourself again?

 

Luo: This is a feature that single dogs don't need.

 

Juggernaut: roll.

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