Chapter 723: Chapter 87 Findelter’s Struggle
The blood in his chest cavity burst out with pressure, like a red fountain.
Findelter’s head rolled and ca to rest at Jason’s feet.
The eyes of this man behind the scenes were wide open, the last spark of vitality in his eyeballs reflecting the towering figure of Jason as he stepped forward.
Jason slowly pushed up the hockey mask, revealing his calm face.
He looked down at Findelter, who had long lost all signs of life, as the hissing of snakes in his ears beca more intense.
Hiss, hiss!
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Amidst a chorus of hisses, groups of serpentine apparitions suddenly sprang forth from the shadows.
They were elusive.
They reared their heads and flicked their tongues.
A faint, fishy odor began to pervade the entire crypt.
Jason glanced over these seemingly real but illusory shadows, his gaze unchanged.
When Findelter first set up the “ritual,” Jason hadn’t entered this crypt; he only ca in when the opponent’s “ritual” was about to be complete.
Though he hadn’t witnessed the whole process, based on his knowledge of the arcane, Jason could roughly determine that the other party must have set up so kind of “Evil Curse.”
At least, considering the relationship between the two, the other party definitely wasn’t bestowing blessings on him.
And the power of this “Evil Curse”?
Hastily set up, it wouldn’t be very strong.
But, it was bound to be troubleso.
Jason thought to himself.
In fact, that was the case.
The next mont—
Hiss!
With a hiss, a slender serpentine shadow suddenly sprang from the shadows and attacked Jason.
The serpentine shadow was very fast, but for Jason, it was not enough.
Just a slight movent of his feet, and Jason dodged the attack.
But then ca an even more intense series of hisses.
Hiss, hiss hiss!
Amidst the scalp-tingling, dense sounds, hundreds and thousands of serpentine shadows launched their attack on Jason all at once.
They darted at Jason just like the first shadow had.
In such a confined space, even Jason was hard-pressed to escape.
Soon, a shadow clung to Jason’s body.
It shook its head, lashing its tail, gnawing at Jason’s skin.
If there is one, there will be two.
After two, cos three.
Under the remaining light in the crypt, silhouette after silhouette clung to Jason’s body, these apparitions savagely tearing at him.
Yet Jason’s expression remained calm.
Doesn’t it hurt?
Of course not.
When the first serpentine shadow bit him, Jason felt a piercing pain.
And as the subsequent shadows bit into him, that piercing pain surged like waves one after another.
Ordinary people would have been screaming in agony long ago.
What about fainting?
If one could faint, it wouldn’t really be an ‘Evil Curse.’
Jason was acutely aware that as these serpentine apparitions inflicted pain upon him, there was also a force perating his nerves, keeping him ‘awake.’
Tornt?
A look of understanding appeared in Jason’s eyes.
An Evil Curse, naturally tornts people, doesn’t it?
There was nothing surprising about it.
But to him, this was hardly considered tornt.
He could feel the pain.
He was not insensitive, nor was he devoid of pain sensation.
He was simply accustod to it.
Having his heart pierced, his head severed, or his body blown to bits were all as common to him as als.
When displaying his Talent, bursting into bloody froth was like a noisy yet enduring premature birth.
Occasionally vaporizing was like dessert after a al, distinctly morable.
Being compressed into a pile of debris was more like a snack; not to be consud often, but satisfying every ti.
Compared to these, the current heart-piercing pain?
It was just a piece of cake.
It couldn’t even hinder Jason’s normal actions.
He walked toward the table that was laden with bottles, jars, and many miscellaneous items.
Most were things Jason had never seen before.
A few he could na but not fully understand.
However, that didn’t stop Jason from ‘identifying by scent.’
If it slled good, it was edible.
Adhering to such a simple notion, Jason began to select his food.
Strings that looked like hair strands, sowhat like boiled seaweed, salty with a hint of fishiness, but quite crispy.
The round ones that felt like stones, but were soft to the touch, tasted completely like bread.
The colorful liquids in the cone-shaped bottles were, for Jason, various kinds of fruit juice.
What surprised Jason was a small piece of dragon scale.
Saying it was small was a bit inaccurate.
It wasn’t complete.
It was about the size of a little fingernail.
Although it was impossible to deduce the exact size of the whole scale, Jason estimated that this small piece of dragon scale was about a quarter to a fifth of the size of a complete scale.
It felt scorching hot to the touch, like a blade.
Yet, the taste was unexpectedly crisp with a hint of spiciness, sowhat like fried tofu skin spread with chili sauce.
As for why Jason was certain it was a dragon scale, it was naturally because of the text prompt before his eyes.
[Consuming a part of Ed Aragon’s scale]
[Excess recovery of Physical Strength, energy, and injuries!]
[Special Strength acquired!]
[Determining Special Strength…]
[Determination successful!]
[Charles Burning Technique optimized!]
[Charles Burning Technique (Expert): This is a secret technique that requires no gestures and no chanting of the Dufol Language to cast, yet it demands considerable arcane knowledge and Tenacious willpower as a foundation; where it originated from is beyond tracing, even Gerard, who excavated this secret technique from ruins, doesn’t know, only able to determine it originates from a vastly ancient era’s different system; and in order to adapt this secret technique for this era’s system, Gerard made a series of modifications and additions, causing a great alteration from its original form, and such alteration has unexpectedly been supplented in your hands, becoming even more powerful as a result, followed by an optimization; Effect: Consu a small amount of Physical Strength to create a chariot-level Fla in the shape of a cone (45°, 15 ters long, 1.5 ters high, though you can control the size of the cone-shaped fla as you wish, but not beyond limits) from the palm of your hand, continuous spraying will deplete Physical Strength; you can choose to attack with either hand or simultaneously use both hands to release two flas, but Physical Strength consumption will double.]
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