CH 170

When he saw the change in his posture, Xiao Lan stopped talking to him and went on alert.

A tense and dangerous atmosphere hovered between the two men at the drop of a hat.

"God was the first to attack.

A human face on it opened its mouth and tentacles made of flesh and blood extended from its mouth.

The tentacle was more than a little faster than the previous one and came barreling towards Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan dodged sideways and swung his sword at the incoming tentacle.

He used the full force of this slash and the tentacle was cut off directly by the sharp blade, falling to the ground and being absorbed by the writhing flesh and blood of the ground.

Soon after, an identical tentacle grew out of the break again.

That recovery was done almost in the blink of an eye, almost like being on drugs.

Xiao Lan's brow furrowed slightly, sensing that it was a bad idea.

The "god", however, withdrew his tentacles.

This time, it came at Xiao Lan with thick, twisted, muscular claws.

The claws had a speed that did not match their appearance, and they were in front of Xiao Lan in almost an instant.

Xiao Lan switches [Bones of Disobedience] into a shield and blocks it in front of him.

The huge fist slammed into the shield with a loud, harsh scraping sound, and Xiao Lan was knocked back a step by the sheer force of his opponent's blow.

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But fortunately it was resisted.

The blow didn't work and the "god" smiled gently again: "You are very good, but don't defy the gods, it's disrespectful to them."

Xiao Lan switched back to his sword again and charged towards it, "Where did the pheasant god come from, don't put yourself in a scene."

The black light of the blade slashed violently towards the god, leaving several deep slash marks on its arm.

If "God" had bones, each cut would have been bone-deep.

The "god" struck back in anger, swinging his claws at Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan dodges the attacks of the gods, the blade in his hand leaving a slash on its body with each flash.

But this is not enough.

For the wounds of the gods heal almost instantly, and this is the nest it has built, where it can regenerate indefinitely.

After blocking another attack, Xiao Lan leapt backwards and closed the gap slightly.

He had a few more deep wounds, which were left by the grazing of the other man's claws, but nothing particularly serious.

This pheasant walking bird god has become so much stronger than before, not only does it have high attack and strong defence but also comes with super healing ability, it is simply a full set of hanging full on.

Xiao Lan, with a sharp look in his eyes, turns on the skill.

[Title: Poverty Can't Limit My Imagination]

[Ability: Disintegration]

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Since you can regenerate, I'll break it down for you and see who is the faster.

It is the war of man against God and the war of poverty against superstition.

"God" smiled: "I said, don't rebel against God. You still have the opportunity to become my believer, and if you offer your devotion and complete my tests, I will grant you the greatest glory."

It was answered by an oncoming blade of pitch-black bone.

The "god" swung his arm up to block, as he had done before, and he would have recovered quickly from such a wound anyway.

But this time it was different. Although the wound still recovered, it clearly felt that, along with it, part of the energy that belonged to it disappeared.

Although a wound loses only a fraction of its energy, those energies do disappear.

A tentacle came towards Xiao Lan and was cut off with his backhand.

This time, before the severed tentacles could hit the ground, they were disintegrated in mid-air and disappeared without a trace.

At the sight of this scene, a bad feeling came over God's heart.

Where did the power of it ...... go?

Observing the slightest hint of hesitation, Xiao Lan's mind was set and his attack poured out with even more vigour.

The expression of the "gods" also became serious, and the attack intensified in the same way.

Xiao Lan dodged the attacks while launching a fierce attack, with a constant stream of flying tentacles being cut down and disintegrated into thin air.

Gradually, "God's" wounds recovered more and more slowly.

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Taking advantage of the gap after its blow, Xiao Lan swung hard and cut off its arm.

The decapitated arm disappears in the air.

The "god" let out a shrill, mournful scream that no longer resembled a human being.

The half of it that had taken on a human form began to destabilise, its muscles twitching as if the human form was about to become unstable.

"Heck ...... you ......" "God" glared angrily at Xiao Lan, the appearance of gentleness and fraternity was gone.

Xiao Lan wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead and brought up his knife to continue his charge.

Numerous films and TV shows have taught us not to talk to a boss when it's about to burst, but to take advantage of the opportunity to make up for it is the best option for everyone.

Only dead bosses are likeable bosses, as they are the only ones that turn into experience and rewards.

Seeing that the situation was not good, "God" planned to unleash his skillful bugging technique once more and wait for his upgrade to finish this guy off.

However, Xiao Lan was prepared for this, and the moment it pulled back slightly, the [Bone of Disobedience] in its hand switched to whip form.

With the upgrade, this whip has become longer and braver, and it couldn't be better used for grappling.

The black whip rolled up the somewhat battered body of the god, disrupting its plans to escape.

With the effect of his skill still intact, Xiao Lan punched the "god" in the chest.

The punch, which was powerful and disintegrating, landed solidly on the body of the "god", punching a hole directly into his chest.

The "god" tries to recover from its injuries, but its body is not able to regenerate as fast as it disintegrates.

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A succession of punches landed on it, quickly breaking it into pieces.

The "god" has only one head left, but it is still incredibly resilient: "I can give you eternal life..."

"Boom," came another punch, landing unceremoniously on the handsome face it had stolen.

This time, the whole head also began to disintegrate and was slowly disappearing.

"God" struggled reluctantly, "Whatever you ...... wish I ...... can... ..."

Before the words were out of his mouth, the head had completely disappeared.

Xiao Lan just turned off his skills and smiled, "I want to get poorer, which you probably can't do."

"Disrupt the bestowal ritual and kill the god's parasite (1/1)"

"The side quest [Wrath of the Gods] has been completed, gaining the reward of a 20% increase in all masses"

In an instant, a fullness of power spread throughout his body and Xiao Lan squeezed his fist, feeling the strength of his power.

Xiao Lan looks at his poverty level with a smile on his face.

Having just gone through a six-minute battle, he had burned a total of 60 million, and not only had he lost all the proceeds from the previous auctions, he had to come to give 10 million.

Xiao Lan's smile collapsed.

The skill with no time limit is a momentary pleasure to use and only hurts when it deducts poverty value, and he even misses the old five-minute free trial a little.

Thankfully, the physical enhancements from the spur make up for that pain a little.

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With the death of the "god", the whole lair also lost its life.

All the muscles that had been writhing stopped, turning grey to the naked eye, and a yellowish-green liquid continued to ooze out, giving off a putrid smell that was so refreshing that it made people pee.

Xiao Lan covered his nose and rushed out of the area.

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The dreadlocked man in beach trousers steps into the warehouse area of The Endymion.

Following the pointer's instructions, he walked over to a puddle of broken metal on the floor and crouched down.

If Xiao Lan had been there, he would have recognised this as the place where the crown of night had been placed, and the crumbs were left behind by the collapse of the crown after Luo had absorbed the power of the shard.

The man with the dreadlocks took out a torch and shone it at the fragments of the crown.

In the light of the torch, the crumbs on the ground moved as if they had an autonomous consciousness, gradually reassembling themselves in the shape of a tattered crown.

The crown's lost-colour gems are all still there, except for the centre, which was originally set with black stones, which is empty.

The dreadlocked man reached the pointer over in his hand, and no matter how much he changed position, the pointer pointed dead on to the original position of the jewel.

He scratched his head, "Who took this away?"

He stood up and checked the interior, finding signs of battle.

The man with the dreadlocks rubbed his chin and put away his torch and pointer.

He walked outside while holding out a baseball bat-like weapon: "Anyway, it's these players, right? Trouble, why don't you just kill them all, you guys don't want to be too busy to get through ......"

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At that moment, two players arrived right near the warehouse.

They saw that there were people inside and, in the spirit of not wanting to start a conflict with each other, neither of them entered, choosing instead to leave in the other direction.

A gust of wind blew by, but the dreadlocked man was in front of them in a flash.

He displayed the black crown he carried in his hand and asked, "Do you, of all people, know anything about this thing?"

The two players shake their heads cautiously.

The man with the pigtails put away his crown and scratched his head, "Tsk, it's useless."

One of the players frowned, "Are you provoking us?"

The man with the dreadlocks raised his eyes and looked at them, "I'm just stating the facts."

The two players were enraged and they silently pulled out their weapons.

As senior players, they are reluctant to cause trouble, but that doesn't mean they will accept deliberate humiliation from others either.

The two have always teamed up together and attacked in perfect unison and would never be afraid to fight.

But the next moment, all that could be heard was a "thud".

The two men fell to the ground almost simultaneously, their fallen bodies motionless, their heads already smashed beyond recognition, blood gushing out and staining the ground.

The dreadlocked man leisurely pawed the bat in his hand, his flip-flops making shuffling footsteps on the ground as he faded away, "Chit, it's just advanced players ......"

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Xiao Lan left the wonderfully fragrant nest feeling like she could just about leave the game.

He took out the envelope and was about to contact Luo.

"Sir." Instead, Luo's voice came from beside him.

Xiao Lan looks back and sees Luo standing straight and smiling at him from a short distance away.

It's a little creepy to be out of sight, but Xiao Lan is used to it - isn't it common for a non-human to be out of mind?

Luo seemed normal enough, but just to be on the safe side, Xiao Lan took out his knife to confirm: "How good are you at drawing?"

Luo: "......"

I didn't expect that a small reunion would not only be better than a new marriage, but also that he would have to face such tough questions, so worthy of his husband, so frank and lovely.

So how should ...... answer?

He thought about it, but decided to answer truthfully, "A jewel of the earth."

Xiao Lan put away his knife.

Luo's self-confidence and lack of self-awareness of his status as a soul painter is a clear sign that he is Luo himself.