Chapter 380: Chapter 380: Brother, Doesn’t It Hurt? (3) Chapter 380: Chapter 380: Brother, Doesn’t It Hurt? (3) “Boom!”
Lusfan’s iron-blue complexion turned even more fierce, and he now almost looked naked, his body covered in wrinkled, hard skin, resembling a plucked wild beast.
Although unsightly, with the support of the dark power, Lusfan’s strength had increased far beyond what it had been before.
He stooped slightly, easily catching Henrik’s shot arrow.
“Are you just a man who flaps his gums?” Lusfan sneered coldly.
Henrik was indifferent to the implications in the words, revealing a aningful smile.
“What a pity, you’ve been fooled again.”
Lusfan was startled at first, then the arrow shaft he gripped tightly exploded abruptly.
Without gunpowder or a violent explosion, a subtle gas was inhaled into his nostrils during the mont of Lusfan’s distraction, and as the morning breeze blew, it seed as though sothing settled onto his body.
“No gunpowder, and now you turn to poison?”
Lusfan scoffed.
“The tactics of the weak.”
“Entering the Third Tier, we have fully evolved into new beings, immune to all poisons known to common wisdom!”
He looked disdainfully at Henrik and nonchalantly threw the shattered arrow onto the ground.
“Next, I’ll tear you to pieces one by one!”
As his wings flapped behind him, his massive body soared towards the sky, but it was at that mont Lusfan noticed sothing unusual about his body.
Heat, an abnormal scorching heat rose from his lower abdon!
This feeling was all too familiar to Lusfan, but how could it be?
To desire in the midst of battle?
He was a Transcendent Being of the Third Tier, not an animal in heat!
He looked down to see the changes on certain parts of his body, his face suddenly contorting!
“Damn it, what in the hell did you put in that arrow?”
From afar, Henrik smiled contentedly, “Nothing much, just a bit of the essence from the horns of a female Night Demon.”
“As long as you’re a male creature, you can’t escape its influence.”
“Look at what good changes are happening now.”
“Let’s progress side by side.”
Desire rose in his mind, and Lusfan was lost in fanciful thoughts, unable to focus on the battle!
Henrik sneered coldly.
“Transcendents like you have lived too long; a prolonged life makes you lose your innate vigilance and caution.”
“Your arrogance will ultimately be your downfall.”
Henrik had once seen detailed information on Lusfan at the Bordeaux Branch.
He was soone who had a morbid fascination with so-called noble etiquette and Vampire-like elegance.
Powerful, cunning, and deceitful, but his arrogance and affectation were almost like flaws etched into his bones!
“I’m going to kill you, right now!”
To Henrik, anything Lusfan did, for soone as pretentiously modest and proud as Lusfan, was more embarrassing than death itself.
Using his gun in battle.
Should this get out…
“Boom!”
A cloud of blood erupted in the sky.
Part of Lusfan’s body burst violently, his mind instantaneously beca a bit clearer, and the next mont his wings flapped, propelling him at an almost teleporting speed toward Henrik.
“Die! Die! Die!”
Lusfan swore he had never hated anyone as much as he did in this mont.
The black patterns on his body flowed, and before Lusfan even drew close, dark power poured into his body, and the mutilated part of his body began regenerating at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Also reerging was the resurgence of desire.
“Oh… dear heavens!”
Seeing this, Henrik suddenly had an ominous premonition.
“This guy can’t possibly still want to…”
“Boom!”
A mist of blood exploded, and the sa sound ca.
Henrik’s mouth twitched.
“What a cold-hearted fellow.”
“Doesn’t it hurt?”
……
Seeing William pull sothing from his own belly, Roger knew for certain that the other party was ready to use so kind of bizarre cursed item.
He didn’t hesitate anymore and instantly appeared in front of William. The cursed sword in his hand chopped downward, aiming to sever William’s hand.
“Too late.”
William sneered, his body moving back as he lifted his hand from his neck to block.
The wound on his neck burst forth like a fountain of blood, and Roger’s full strength erupted, easily severing William’s left arm that he used to shield himself.
But at the sa ti, the Gold Coin in his palm absorbed all the blood on it. In so unknown thod, the Solid Gold Coin lted instantly and penetrated into his palm!
Crack, Crack, Crack!
A strange noise ca from within William’s body.
Roger swung his sword laterally, but in the next second, William’s figure abruptly shrank down an inch. He stepped out to the right with his body, and his right hand, fingers spread open into sharp claws, pierced towards Roger!
“So fast!”
This guy’s speed had increased by more than just a little compared to before. Roger could only improvise a change in his moves in the rush of the mont. William was not lightly injured; there was no need for him to et force with force.
What’s more important was that after using the cursed item, a curious transformation must have taken place in the other’s body, and this transformation made Roger extrely cautious.
Clang!
The descending palm collided with the cursed sword, resulting in a sound like tal clashing against tal. Roger looked up to see a faint golden film had coated William’s palm!
The golden light grew ever more intense, and the force transmitted from the other side exceeded William’s peak strength!
“What the hell is this?”
A trendous force struck, and with a powerful burst from within William’s body, Roger was lifted into the air and slamd hard against the wall in the distance.
At this point, William had transford into a powerful werewolf radiating golden light, as if he were ford of tal.
His entire right arm was deford, even thicker than his legs, and the wound on his neck was healing rapidly.
On his forehead, the crescent-shaped mark had disappeared. In its place was a round gold coin, engraved with bizarre patterns.
This was the very Gold Coin that had appeared in William’s hand earlier.
[Cursed Coin]
“To be honest, I prefer to call it a sacrifice coin, or greedy flesh.”
William picked up his severed left hand, and the golden light on his body flickered, growing even stronger!
The severed arm in his hand withered rapidly, eventually turning into a pile of fine ash.
“It’s been consud!” Roger understood the triggering condition of this cursed item instantly.
It devoured the holder’s flesh and blood to enhance the physical attributes of the holder.
The more that was lost, the greater the enhancent beca.
However, this was clearly a double-edged sword; a holder who fell into a blind quest for power could easily beco extrely frenzied, possibly even consuming themselves entirely, leaving nothing behind.
At that ti, the sated coin would lose its host and then continue to wait, until the next cycle began.
It was an item that you couldn’t stop using once started, the more frenzied you beca, the stronger it made you—a terrifying thing.
“Picking on for not having a cursed item, that’s cheating!”
A bright light burst from Roger’s eyes. William, caught up in his rage, was easily influenced by the Axis Dharma Seal and fell into a daze in his spirit.
Roger’s figure flashed, and his cursed sword hacked at the opponent’s body.
Splurch!
The sharp blade sliced through the tallic surface of William’s body but pierced only an inch into his flesh before the surrounding tal, as if alive, gathered together. It forcibly squeezed out the Sword Tip that had pierced his body with trendous force!
Roger’s expression darkened slightly.
Could it only be possible to slowly drag out William’s death?
But then he heard Lusfan’s roar coming from outside the house!
“What’s happening?”
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