OBS Chapter 1063 Cut it off, cut it off, I can't do it
Chapter 1063 Cut it off, cut it off, I can't do it
Chapter 1063 Cut it off, cut it off, I can't do it
Rigo is still confused. He was sleeping peacefully at home when suddenly a bunch of guys outside shouted something like "world-destroying attack". He was so scared that he rushed out. He only saw a light approaching at high speed, and then everyone tried their best to escape. He ran without thinking.
After he ran a long distance, he suddenly realized something was wrong. What if it wasn't a world-destroying attack?
Rigo had never seen a world-destroying attack with his own eyes, but for the undead creatures here, a world-destroying blow was a mark engraved in the fragments of their souls, and each undead creature retained some fragments to a greater or lesser extent.
It’s like some humans who have never been to a place, but when they arrive there one day they find it very familiar. This is the fragment of memory engraved in their soul.
Rigo only vaguely remembered a light spot, but the problem is that memory fragments are not real memories. What if he remembered it wrong?
Thinking of this, Rigo stopped running. He had already run a safe distance now, so he decided to wait and see what happened next.
After a while, he saw a flash of white light, and then nothing happened. Ang gathered the shock waves and fragments of the collision, causing Rigo, who ran far away, to not feel the power at all and thought nothing had happened.
"I knew it. There's no such thing as a world-destroying attack. It should be some kind of ice meteorite or something like that. It scared me. Whoever shouted about a world-destroying attack, I'll go eat him when I get back." Rigo flew back angrily, cursing as he drove away the undead creatures that had escaped.
As they were rushing, One-Legged Dirk angrily shouted "coward" and rushed over to beat him up.
Rigo inexplicably started fighting with her, and asked as he fought, "Why are you hitting me?!"
"You coward, you abandoned everyone and ran away by yourself, shameless." Dirk cursed, jumped on one foot, and pounded with both fists.
Rigo was even more confused. Abandoning everyone? He was not their king, so was it appropriate to describe him as abandoning them? If it was a world-destroying attack, did he have to bring all the undead creatures with him?
He is not the king of everyone, so why should he care whether others can escape or not? How can it be regarded as abandoning everyone?
This is actually the value of the Undead City. When disaster strikes, everyone runs away. But the problem is that values have a benchmark. If someone moves the benchmark, the previously taken-for-granted practices will immediately be scorned.
Anthony is the one who moved the bar.
After a few rounds, Dirk was a little overwhelmed. Although One-Legged Dirk was the Lord of Mourning and Rigo was just a Saint of the Dead, Dirk did not want to provoke the other party because the smoke on Rigo's body was very strange.
"What's going on? The Lord of Mourning can't defeat the Saint of the Dead?" Nagris asked puzzledly.
Anthony said: "The smoke on his body is strange, it should be the power of origin, sir, right?"
Ange nodded: "The power of chaos."
Anthony suddenly felt a headache. After coming to this world, the most troublesome problem he encountered was the chaos in the power system. The previous methods of judging strength were no longer useful.
He is an ordinary swordsman, but he possesses the power of chaos. His strikes are extremely painful, and he can even cut the body of the deceased. He is a Saint of the Dead, but he possesses the power of chaos. Even the Lord of the Dead cannot defeat him.
As long as you possess the power of origin, your combat effectiveness will immediately jump to another level, as if you have become a different person. This is a very dangerous thing.
What's even more dangerous is that Anthony and others don't have the ability to sense the origin. They can't tell whether the other party has the power of origin or not. If they rush up foolishly and get chopped, it would be embarrassing.
So apart from the silver coins, everyone tried their best not to leave Ang, because Ang not only could see the original power, but he himself was the unified original power of the seven powers. It was a pity that his body couldn't bear it now, and the power couldn't be delivered. Otherwise, he wouldn't need to be so low-key as he is now.
"The power of chaos? Why does he have a power of chaos? Why doesn't Kabu have it? Oh, Kabu has the power of devouring. These undead are so strange. The original power in their bodies is different?" Nagris said puzzledly.
In this world, almost all humans only possess the power of chaos. The Grand Speaker and the undead creatures under his command only possess the power of chaos.
However, two kinds of original power have appeared on the undead here, which is a bit strange, especially the chaotic power on Rigo, which is presented in a smoke state, not like pure chaotic power.
Ange scratched his head in distress and said, "Kabu, the devouring power is pure. This, the power of chaos, is impure and contaminated."
Ange was troubled by having to say such a long speech, but the meaning was made clear. Not only did Negris understand it, but Anthony also understood it and blinked in shock:
"Infected? Can the power of chaos infect others? If he can be infected, can we be infected too?"
Ang was stunned for a moment, looked at Rigo, paused for a moment, and then pounced out suddenly.
Transforming into a dragon god, Ang quickly removed the smoke from Rigo's body and punched him in the face.
The body shattered, and the soul heart was knocked out. Ang's mental tentacles swung out and stuck Rigo's soul back, then he grabbed it with one hand and it was done.
Anthony immediately came over and asked, suppressing his excitement, "Where does your power of chaos come from? Either you tell us, or we crush your soul and search it ourselves."
Rigo was confused the whole time. Where did these people come from? How could they be so strong?
Click, that world-destroying attack just now couldn’t have been real?
For Rigo, there was no choice between the two options given by Anthony. Although there was a certain probability of losing key memories when searching the soul, the other party just couldn't obtain the memories, but he wanted his soul to dissipate. Anyone with normal intelligence would know what to choose.
Soon, under the guidance of Rigo, everyone came to the center of the "flower cluster" and saw a silver "lake".
Rigo pointed to the liquid in the lake and said: "The smoke on my body is from meditation in the lake."
"Is this mercury? No, melted mithril? No, it's not hot." Nagris muttered as he moved closer to observe and dipped his finger in a little silver liquid.
Mithril will melt into liquid under high temperatures of four or five hundred degrees, but the temperature of this silver liquid is very low, and it is obviously not mithril.
The silver liquid quickly seeped into Nagris's claws and toes, dyeing the originally yellow toenails into metallic silver.
Rigo was startled and said hurriedly: "Oh no, this thing is very contagious, you will get sick if you touch it."
Upon hearing this, Nagris quickly used his silver claws to scrape at the rocks on the ground. His claws turned into slag like tin that had been infected with tin plague. He was so angry that he cursed: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? You did it on purpose."
"I didn't know you would touch it randomly. Hurry up, cut it off, or it will be too late." Rigo pointed at Nagris's claws in panic, and saw silver slowly spreading upwards on the claws with broken nails.
Negris was also panicking: "Cut it off, cut it off, help me cut off my arm, I can't do it myself."
(End of this chapter)