Chapter 367 Sage: Patrick Abraham!

It was a very strange mask, dark brown in color, without any patterns or decorations. It was fastened on the bridge of the nose and covered the upper half of the face.

With his wrinkled and cracked mouth exposed, the old man seemed to remember something, and his dark red tongue swept across his lips. The taste of the clone was indeed quite good, especially when he felt one of the clones being sucked dry of blood, having its bone marrow and flesh extracted, and having all its energy devoured, and then watching the other's body with only two layers of dry skin left, emitting a strong stench of decay all over the body, that feeling was even more exciting.

He has tasted it dozens of times, and each time it makes him extremely excited and unable to stop.

The old man suddenly appeared behind Holt's clone No. 2. He looked quite strange, with an eerie aura all over his body, but Holt's clone No. 2 was not at all surprised by the appearance of this old man.

This old man suddenly appeared in front of him not long ago after he escaped from the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.

He didn't know the identity of this old man, and before this he had no intention of devouring other clones. There was only one will in his mind, which was to find other clones as soon as possible, and then merge the three clones into one body.

This is the instinct of the clone. When the distance between the clones is too far, this instinct will appear naturally.

However, the old man told him that if he could absorb all the other clones, he would be able to obtain most of the clones' power, and his own strength would increase dramatically. Not only would he be able to recover to his former strongest state, but he would even be able to go further.

The second clone instinctively felt that something was wrong. There would definitely be hidden dangers that he didn't know about doing this. After all, this method was too outrageous. Absorbing clones to enhance his own strength? Doesn't that mean that if he absorbed all the remaining six clones the first time he cloned, his original strength would immediately become several times greater than before? If he could obtain similar props again, clone again, and absorb again... wouldn't it take a few more times for his strength to reach the point of being invincible?

In any case, the speed of this strength improvement is really too fast.

The faster one improves one's own strength, the more likely it is that some deadly poison is hidden inside.

Although he is a clone, he is not stupid.

However, although he is a clone, each of these clones has perfectly inherited Holt's character, that is, greed, an almost pathological pursuit of power, and overwhelming hatred for Ron.

This clone was moved.

As long as he can gain strong enough power, he will accept any price he has to pay.

What's more, devouring the power of the clone can also be considered as fusion, right? So the second clone agreed to the old man's proposal without any pressure at all, and learned this secret method from the old man. Then, after the first attempt, the pleasure of the power merging into his body and the continuous increase in strength was like poison, which made him addicted. He knew that he would never be able to escape from this wonderful feeling in his life.

He couldn't even help feeling a little sad. It was a pity that he only had these two clones, and if they absorbed everything, they would no longer exist. He would never be able to taste that wonderful, ecstatic feeling again.

The new Holt exhaled, suppressed the irritation in his chest, and looked at the old man not far away from him again: "Who are you?"

The old man's mouth opened slightly and he seemed to be laughing, but the smile soon disappeared.

Holt's heart was trembling for some reason. He didn't know why. It was okay when the old man didn't laugh, but when he laughed, it made him feel creepy. He even suspected that this old man was a monster that came out of hell.

He had asked this question before, but the old man had not given him an answer.

But this time, the old man did not continue to refuse. He opened his lips and a familiar hoarse voice came out of his mouth:

"A thousand years ago..."

"They called me...Patridge Abraham."

Buzz! PATRICK ABRAHAM!!!

When this name entered Holt's ears, he felt his whole head buzzing and almost exploded.

Being confused and dazed is probably this kind of state.

The whole person seemed to have temporarily lost the ability to think, and the stiff shock on his face lasted for a very long time before gradually turning into suspicion.

There is no way, the impact of the name Patrick Abraham is too great.

Who is that? A saint! Who was the most famous being a thousand years ago?

Blasphemer, Archibald.

Sage, Partridge Abraham.

Among them, the blasphemer was struck to death by divine thunder for blasphemy and disappeared from the Dusk Continent ever since.

The sage existed in the world for more than a hundred years and left behind the Andre family. Just when everyone thought that with the sage's strength, he would be able to live forever, one of the strongest people in the world suddenly died, and then the most luxurious funeral appeared in human history.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Holt admitted that the old man had very powerful strength. Although his realm and the magic fluctuations on his body seemed to be not much different from his own, if a real fight came up, Holt believed that this old guy could easily crush him to death with just one finger.

But Holt found it hard to believe that he was a saint.

Isn't this nonsense?

Thousands of years ago, there were tens of thousands of powerful people, kings, and popes from all over the Dusk Continent. Could it be that they failed to realize that the Sage had faked his death?

How is that possible!

In Holt's opinion, this old guy probably admired the sage, or he might just be a guy who wanted to cheat people by using the sage's name. After all, he had a deep hatred with the Andre family left by the sage, so there was no reason for this old man to give him such a great benefit.

Of course, Holt is an experienced man, so he would not be so foolish as to reveal this. Since he wants to pretend to be a saint, let him do it. It won't hurt him. What's more, the two sides can be said to be allies now. For Holt, who is alone, this ally is very precious.

The old man who called himself the saint Patrick Abraham just glanced at Holt casually. With his eyesight, he could see through Holt's thoughts at a glance, but he didn't care. Instead, he grinned again, showing the kind of smile that made Holt shudder:

"Do you want to learn the art of cloning?"

"I'll teach you!"

Chapter 4 　　 　 (End of this chapter)