Chapter 619 His mind is so healthy, copy!
"I was clearly scratching [Mask], how could I…"
“What the hell?!!”
The tall old man was horrified, and a very terrifying guess popped up in his mind.
The survival instinct honed by decades of licking blood on the blade erupted at this moment. He bit his teeth hard, and half of his scarlet tongue mixed with flesh foam spurted out from his lips.
"laugh--!"
The exploding pain from the tip of his tongue mixed with the rusty-tasting blood that filled his mouth was like a red-hot iron spike piercing his mind, forcing a ray of clarity into his mind amid the quagmire of mental erosion.
In the life-or-death moment of less than one tenth of a second, the tall old man glared with anger and turned his neck abruptly.
Only enough time to move an inch!
A deadly cold light brushed past his neck, and straight lines of blood instantly appeared on his skin.
“Sizzle——!!!”
The crisp and melodious sound of flesh tearing suddenly rang out, accompanied by a hot blood mist that spurted out like a fountain!
A skinny right arm, along with most of the shoulder, spun up into the sky like a severed branch, drawing a bloody arc in the air.
Then with a "pop", he fell heavily to the ground not far away, his fingers still kept together like a knife, twitching slightly.
The tall old man staggered back, pressing his only remaining arm tightly against the bleeding shoulder. Sticky blood gushed out from between his fingers, forming an ever-expanding pool of blood on the cold ground.
His cloudy eyes almost popped out of their sockets——the dark poisonous scar that had been spreading on [Mask]’s chest was actually slowly fading? ! !
Although it has not yet fully regained its blood color, the corrupt black color is fading quickly.
On the contrary, the darkness on his chest became increasingly sticky, and the blue veins under his skin rapidly bulged and twisted, as if black earthworms were crawling all over it.
"Could it be that the faded part... has been transferred to me?"
The tall old man's Adam's apple rolled, and he stammered in a hoarse voice,
“You…you…you…”
His eyes were fixed on the [Mask], as if he wanted to penetrate the cold mask and see what kind of monster was lurking inside.
Hearing the tall old man's call, [Masked] woke up without holding any grudge.
He moved his neck naturally, making a slight "click" sound, as if he was just stretching his muscles after waking up.
Then he reached out and gently pinched the black nail on his chest and pulled it out, with smooth movements... as if it was just an insignificant wooden splinter.
As the black nails were pulled out, the darkness on [Mask]'s chest could no longer be sustained and faded faster, gradually changing from black to gray-brown.
"It's a nice little thing. I'll take it."
[Mask] lightly spun the glowing black nail with his fingertips, and the magatama in his eyes slowly rotated along with it.
He casually wiped it on his lapel and put it into his pocket.
The tall old man's breathing suddenly choked, his turbid single eye widened almost to the point of cracking, staring at [Mask] without blinking.
[Mask] was very "considerate". He tilted his head and admired the other's trembling pupils and spasming facial muscles with interest with his scarlet eyes.
He answered slowly through the mask with a metallic voice:
"Don't be afraid. I didn't pass the damage on to you. I took most of the damage. I just..."
He paused, as if he was choosing his words, or as if he was savoring the other person's increasingly rapid breathing.
Then, a hint of warmth appeared in that cold voice:
"It's just a tiny part that bounced back to you. Really, I'm not lying to you."
He raised his index finger and shook it gently, saying sincerely:
"Really? I guarantee it with my personal integrity. It only rebounds 15% each time!!"
[Limit-breaking Skill Blade Armor (Passive): Whenever you are attacked, your skin can adjust the force points on its own like a living thing, spreading the impact force throughout your body and using the force to rebound some of the damage.
Every time you are attacked, 15% of the damage taken will be reflected back! ! !]
"Counter-rebound?!"
The tall old man's heartbeat, which had just slowed down slightly because of "it's not a transfer", suddenly soared to the limit when he heard the second half of the sentence, and his heart almost jumped out of the hole in his chest.
Isn't this scarier than metastasis?
After all, the transfer may be to others, or it may be to flowers and plants, but the rebound can only be directed at the perpetrator.
It’s still 15%. Is the calculation so accurate?
So, in addition to manipulating shadows, creating illusions, and controlling bones, [Mask] also has an imba rebound!
No, who is the evil priest behind you? Are they so generous? They just pile abilities on you like they are free, and the key is that they are all imba? ! !
The tall old man now had serious doubts in his heart that their intelligence about [Mask] was seriously wrong.
[Mask] is probably not a parasite of the evil priest, but the evil priest's biological son.
However, this also confirms the young master's judgment that the parchment scroll is extremely valuable and must be brought back to him.
The tall old man took a deep breath, and a heart-wrenching pain like a poisonous insect gnawing at his broken chest came from his broken chest. Half of his face was covered with spider-web-like black lines:
"Don't try to fool me. If you really only rebounded 15% of the damage, the remaining 85% of the corrosive blood poison would have killed you long ago."
[Mask] smiled silently, and the corners of his mouth under the mask seemed to curl up in a subtle arc.
There are certainly many reasons why he survived.
The spiritual will of other evil sacrifice parasites would probably have been polluted and shattered by endless whispers and erosion. For example, his most beloved sister Feng Yuhuai is a living example.
But he is different. His spiritual world is… so “healthy”.
The evil priests in his body will not pollute him. On the contrary, they are always educating the evil priests in his body to be a good son.
If we have to find an evil sacrifice that can pollute his spirit, it can only be the one who has guided him all the way to progress...Tongzi's father.
In addition, [Blood Bar Weird Eyes] and [Cheater's Glasses] gave him 7 and 8 points of mental resistance respectively.
A full 15 points of mental resistance, which makes him immune to mental attacks, erosion, curses, illusions... It can't be said that he is completely immune,
It's almost insulated.
The mental toxins from the black nails weren't even a tickle to him.
The most important thing is that his body can turn into a blood bar at any time!
Death from a drop of blood?
It’s not that you can’t, it’s just that you have to ask the system whether it agrees to it.
But there is no need to explain these complicated reasons to a dead person.
[Mask] gently stroked the mask on his face and smiled faintly:
"I have my reasons for surviving, but you probably can't bear it. You will die suddenly if you bleed a drop of blood. That's what you said!"
The black nails are quite poisonous, and [Masked]'s health bar dropped by 271 points.
15% of 271 is exactly 40.65 points of damage, which, rounded up, is 41 points.
According to the slogan shouted by the tall old man himself, he now needs to die 41 times.
The tall old man's lips had gradually turned black, and it was obvious that he really wasn't engaging in false advertising.
Seeing that he couldn't get any more information out of him, the tall old man slowly closed his cloudy eye and accepted his fate.
The remaining arm hung down like a puppet with its strings cut, but under the cover of the sleeve, it secretly slipped into the pocket of the clothes.
pity……
"Heh, you are still not honest even before you die. Unfortunately, none of your actions can be hidden from my eyes."
The moment the tall old man closed his eyes, [Mask] disappeared from the spot, and the voice came from the shadow under his feet.
One was poisoned and lost blood, and his movements became slow, while the other activated [Blood Frenzy] due to blood loss, and his speed soared.
One increase and one decrease, the result is self-evident.
A pale hand stretched out like lightning, one step faster than him, and grabbed into the latter's pocket. When the five fingers were closed, the dark and dull Erosion Pearl was pinched between his fingertips and played with.
The tall old man felt nothing with his hands and glared angrily.
[Mask] did not give him a chance to speak. Its sharp finger bones pierced through the latter's carotid artery, turning into a greedy straw, instantly sucking out the remaining warm plasma in the latter's body that had not yet been completely contaminated, along with some of the shattered life essence.
The tall old man's body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. His skin quickly lost its last luster and became like wrinkled parchment.
"Thank you for the reminder. I will accept this Erosion Pearl." [Mask] said gratefully.
“Uh…uh…”
The tall old man could only make meaningless sounds from his throat, and the last thing reflected in his dilated pupils was the smooth skin on the [Mask]'s chest.
The remaining gray-brown marks also disappeared. Not only that, the wounds torn by the nails also healed themselves by wriggling, without even a trace of scar left.
Blood sucking recovery?
Yet another ability!!!
This cognition turned into the last fragment of thought and fell into eternal darkness along with consciousness.
His dry and blackened lips trembled very weakly a few times, but in the end, no sound came out.
The last bit of faint light in his eyes was completely extinguished, his head tilted weakly to one side, and he died.
So he felt quite regretful that he didn't see the hand that had sucked his blood dry reach into his chest and grab his heart that had just stopped beating.
[You are peering into an old heart!]
[Remaining capacity testing]
[You glimpsed three abilities from this heart that have not yet dissipated.]
1. Bone-Erosion Yin Power Lv.3
Characteristics:
This is an extremely vicious method of internal strength, which mixes the dark force of corroding bones and rotting marrow into the circulation of qi and blood, and sneaks into the enemy's body like a cancer attached to the bone.
It is not like a strong force that has an immediate effect, but it is like a chronic poison that causes the meridians to dry up and the vitality to collapse.
Special bonus: When used with "Black Nail", it can produce dozens of times the erosion effect
2. Burning blood Lv.3
Characteristics:
Use the unique mental formula to ignite the essence of one's life force, and instantly the blood throughout the body will boil like lava, and within the limit of the time that the meridians can withstand, it will gain significant explosive enhancement (about 25% increase in overall strength).
Cost: Every time it is performed, the vitality lost due to the burning of essence and blood flows away like an hourglass.
After long-term use, the skin will gradually become wrinkled and cracked like dead wood, the face will become sallow like a dying person, and the body will be emaciated, showing signs of life failure.
3. Proof of Loyalty Level 4
Characteristics:
This is a spiritual quality engraved deep in the soul, like an invisible brand, and the holder is naturally surrounded by a unique spiritual field.
Effect judgment:
In the eyes of the superior you are loyal to, those with this trait are more likely to be regarded as completely tamed subordinates, like the most trustworthy hounds or death warriors.
[You can choose any one to copy (the copying ability is forced to adapt to the user's current level)]
The jade in [Masked]'s eyes suddenly froze, and his sight focused on the three lines of text that appeared on his retina.
Every ability makes [Mask] salivate, and it would be heartbreaking to give up any of them.
The gift from the upper city is indeed extraordinary~
At this moment, [Mask] had to admit: the people in the upper city were indeed much more "noble" than the people in the lower city... at least in terms of material.
[Mask] tapped the mask with his fingertips, showing a rare hint of hesitation.
Bone-Eroding Yin Power Level 3, the name alone makes one feel itchy.
The insidious and vicious use of strength was tailor-made for a villain like him. What's even better was that he had a matching pair of black nails in his pocket, and it seemed unreasonable not to choose it.
The 25% burst increase of Blood Burning Level 3 may seem ordinary at first glance, but if it resonates with the [Crazy Blood] in his body, the picture will be so beautiful that he can't even imagine it.
Besides, the cost of the so-called "loss of vitality" was almost nothing to him, as he could just replenish it with a midnight snack.
Finally, [Masked]'s gaze fell on the Certificate of Diehard Loyalty Level 4.
This ability does not increase combat power at all, but it is of great help to its future "progress" and layout.
The magatama in [Mask]'s eyes slowly stopped spinning, and his fingertips lightly touched the air.
——Proof of Diehard Loyalty Level 4.
He has no shortage of ways to improve his combat effectiveness. If he misses this upgrade, there will be next time. However, trust between people is the master key to creating a beautiful new world.
Manipulating people's hearts is always a T0-level ability.
Only by manipulating people's hearts can you manipulate their destiny!
[You copied the certificate of loyalty!]
[Copy ability is forced to adapt to the user's current level.]
[You have obtained the skill Certificate of Diehard Loyalty level 3.]
The cold prompt text flashed on the retina. Although the rank suppression caused the skill to be downgraded, it was not a big problem.
What he lacks, he can make up for with the favorability bonus from the [Deceiver's Glasses] and his increasingly sophisticated performance art.
[Mask] slowly withdrew his hand from the tall old man's broken and shriveled chest. Countless gray-white particles slipped through his pale and clean fingers like quicksand in an hourglass.
[Mask] stood still, with the mask lowered, looking down at the mummy on the ground, and uttered three words lightly:
"Get up!"
The air suddenly stagnated, and some kind of irrational ripples spread out with the sound source as the center.
The next second, the dried corpse with its heart hollowed out on the ground suddenly twitched violently.
As if being hit hard by an invisible electric current, the bones rubbed against each other and made a crisp "crunching" sound, like rusty gears being forced to start.
First, the only three remaining fingers on his right hand suddenly spasmed and curled up, and the broken nails scraped on the metal floor, making a harsh "squeak" sound.
Then the left knee joint made a crisp "click" sound and suddenly bent up at a completely reverse angle, driving the entire leg to lift upward.
The mummy's spine arched into an exaggerated arc, and its wrinkled skin trembled under the violent movement, like an old leather coat that would break and fall off at any time.
…….
(End of this chapter)
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