Chapter 918: Chapter 77: Please choose the right target… and then work hard! Chapter 918: Chapter 77: Please choose the right target… and then work hard! What… what’s going on?!
Standing still, the leader of ‘them’, who had been expecting Jason’s death, watched Jason running further and further, becoming more and more spirited, and was completely dumbfounded.
Was the curse wrong?
He thought subconsciously.
Then, he shook his head imdiately.
Impossible!
This curse, as one of his trump cards, could not possibly be wrong!
Moreover, it was not his first ti casting this so-called deity-slaying ‘curse’.
About 300 years ago, he had used this curse to kill a character who was known as a ‘demigod’ at that ti.
The victim was the person of that era who had discovered his traces and treated him as a malevolent spirit.
Naturally, his strength was not bad.
But his brain was not very good.
Despite his sincere invitation to rule that era together, the other kept ranting about how his sense of honor would not allow himself to be tainted with him, and other naive utterances.
Then, after he feigned surrender and secretly cast the curse on that fool, the victim imdiately trembled, propping up his body with a sword to avoid falling down, but in the end, still disintegrated into blood foam and disappeared into the air.
He had witnessed the whole process of casting the curse.
He also rembered the changes within his own body.
And at this mont, the changes within his body were no different from before.
But… why isn’t Jason dead?!
Could it be?!
A false na?!
The leader of ‘them’ thought of the only possibility.
But he had already used the organization’s strength to investigate Jason’s background thoroughly; Jason should indeed be nad Jason, as guessed.
Unless…
Soone had forged it!
Soone had arranged all of this!
That person is…
“Losa 11!”
The leader of ‘them’ growled between clenched teeth.
Exactly!
It was Losa 11!
Other than this person, no one among those acquainted with Jason had the ability to perform such actions!
Losa 11 must have already known all about ‘Mandelin Town’, which is why he had co here years ago and began to disguise and carefully plan.
Waiting for the mont of my appearance!
Cold sweat!
Dense and nurous beads appeared on the forehead of ‘their’ leader.
A chilly night breeze blew.
Cold, carrying a hint of coldness.
The leader of ‘them’ had seen too many people over a millennium.
But none so sinister in thought, so bizarre, and… so good at disguising as Losa 11.
He had observed Losa 11 more than once with various ans.
The other appeared to be a wastrel with no great ambition, idly dissipating his life.
But the situation at hand made his cheeks burn with pain.
Perhaps during the ti he was observing the other, he had already discovered it all.
Then, he turned the tables on him.
To think that when he was observing the other, he was completely under the other’s ‘observation’.
The leader of ‘them’ started to breathe heavily.
But soon, he cald down.
Indeed…
Isn’t he the son of Losa, after all?
Thinking of that person who gave him chills, the leader felt sowhat relieved.
It seed everything was to be expected.
But that did not an he would stop.
Or rather, by now, he could not stop.
Once the plan started, everything was beyond his control.
It could only be success or failure.
If successful, he would truly seize control.
If he failed, everything would turn to dust.
No!
I will succeed!
I must succeed!
The leader of ‘them’ nearly hypnotized himself with this affirmation.
In the distance, Jason, who was still releasing flas at ‘their’ leader, suddenly felt a lightness in his hand.
He saw a headless, complete arm and leg just vanish.
As if eroding over thousands of years.
With a slight touch, they turned to dust.
The cost of the curse!
A curse is not cast out of thin air.
Not only do you need to know the incantation, the process, and complete the ritual, but you must also pay a price.
Ordinary curses use other objects as a substitute.
Most are the flesh and blood of animals, but to complete such a vicious curse, one certainly needs to use one’s own flesh and blood, and even, it may affect one’s own bloodline.
As for what exactly would happen, with the mystical knowledge that Jason possessed, he could not tell.
But one thing he was sure of.
Strike while the enemy is sick, take their life!
This was one of the most important pieces of knowledge he learned in ‘Nightless City’.
Perhaps unacceptable to knights.
But he is a ‘postman’!
Yi!
Another brief incantation in the Dufol Language.
The force field of [Protection Against Evil] was directly triggered, affecting the body he held in his hands.
Just returning to the ‘room’ again a mont ago, Jason had once again used his limited ti to replenish two instances of [Protection Against Evil].
He didn’t want to fill up completely.
Rather, ti did not allow for it.
Even if he used the ti to the limit, he was still unable.
Buzz!
The air vibrated, and Jason could clearly feel the body he was carrying tremble.
Effective!
Without hesitation, Jason struck again.
This ti the effect was even more outstanding.
Jason could clearly hear the sound of slight rupturing of so internal organs within the body he held.
Imdiately, Jason prepared to release the third strike of [Protection Against Evil].
But at that mont——
“Pierce the Spear of Night!”
“Dripping with the Blood of Deity!”
“The moon falls for it!”
“The stars perish for it!”
“In the na of your existence… Grant the one I know—nad ‘Losa 11’, eternal rest!”
The vicious curse appeared again.
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