Soul of Negary

"Those flames only made the blood mutate at the beginning, and only changed after they were attached to the golden warrior." Negri analyzed carefully, in the battle, as long as it did not reach the crushing Otherwise, the opponent's ability information is very important.

"So try it first." Negri clenched his fist and punched the Roas warrior who was rushing over.

If it is said that Yadley has gained far more power than humans because he replaced most of the bacteria with black crows, then Negri’s muscles are now composed of bacteria. Before the Roas warrior had time to react, the fist pierced it through the chest with a punch.

The Roas warrior did not change his face. Under the dual effect of the stimulant and the golden potion, he felt that his spirit had sublimated, and death was no longer enough to make him fearful. The belief that he could be desperate for the purpose made him exhaust his last strength. Hold Negri's arm.

"You are dead, the fire of the end god will completely ignite you, and you will turn into ashes in the flames!" Even if he was pierced through the body, he did not spill blood, and some only had scarlet flames.

"Is this kind of flame called the fire of the end god?" Negri looked at his right hand that was melting rapidly, without any panic, but felt the flame with interest.

Seeing that the flames were about to spread to his shoulders, Negri's right hand automatically leaked out, revealing a clean and neat fracture, and then a baby-sized black muscle arm full of mucus emerged from the fracture.

The arm continued to swell, and soon became a normal size, a layer of white mucus overflowed from the black muscle, and new skin soon formed.

"I have a general understanding of the burning speed and temperature of this kind of flame." Negri moved his new right hand, and there seemed to be something condensed in the air. Negri stretched out his hand and the white nails began to grow: "Then you can go. died!"

The reverberation of Negri’s words was still reverberating, and his body appeared behind a Roas warrior. The white nails were like thin swords, and the flames were inserted into the skin and muscles. Everything was so natural, as if there was no need for it. What kind of strength, waiting for a few people to come back to their senses, their bodies have turned into pieces.

The gradually melted nails in Negri's hands were separated from the fingers. During the time when the flames were burning on the right arm, Negri mobilized different germs in his body to resist the flames, and finally found the food gold that constitutes the nails and bones. Germs are most resistant to this flame.

If the research continues, Negri can also experiment with several germs to generate more resistant nails, but it is no longer necessary. These people who have been engulfed by the will of the potion have their beliefs raised to the point where they can reach the highest level. Well, if that's the case, then there's no need to waste time.

"With condiments, these people can be considered appetizers." Negri turned around and looked at Smick over there: "So is the first dish ready?"

"As an evil spirit, you were a human in the past!" Smick looked at Negri in shock. Although he knew that Negri would be strong before, he didn't expect it to be so terrifying.

Without the ability to fight back, in the blink of an eye, the Moshen team he led was completely wiped out. Whether it was physical fitness, combat skills, or combat awareness, Negri was the top member of the world. .

Thinking of becoming a ruler, fighting is undoubtedly necessary. How could Negri forget to complement himself? Rhea has many mercenaries, and some of them are good at fighting, and they have taken a mission at a certain time. , to teach a certain big man in Rhea to fight.

Those people may not be as good as the legendary ranger Chris, or maybe not as good as Smick, who has a family background, but as a mercenary for so many years, there will always be so much ability, with dozens of such teachers "teaching", Negri learned it. their combat experience,

Combat skills, even that kind of combat awareness.

Even without that terrifying physical quality, he is a strong man standing at the peak of human beings, not to mention the physical quality of the body of germs, plus various special abilities, he has exceeded the limit of the human species, and has Overwhelming advantage, so those Roas warriors who used the potion were easily killed by him.

"So what? Obsessed with human identity? Worried that my behavior does not conform to this society? Will I be condemned by my inner morality?" Negri smiled indifferently: "Compared with what I pursue, those are just something that doesn't matter. It's just something."

"I, what I want is to dominate everything, not those boring things. All I need to follow is my own thoughts." Negri said calmly.

The soul energy belonging to the Roas warriors was absorbed by Negri. After learning some information, Negri said to Smick: "Everyone will have something called conscience more or less, which is living in this society. When you do something that is not in line with public morals, you will inevitably be burdened by your conscience and hesitate to make a decision.”

"You are the same, Smick." Negri said: "You are hesitating between Eldridge and the interests of the nobles, and you don't know whether to favor Eldridge, who can make the Kingdom of Royas stronger, or to favor Eldridge. To the nobles who were born."

"But ah, Smick, those things that make you hesitate are just useless things." Negri stretched out his hand to Smick: "Try to do it, Smick, push open the door of back virtue, and discard those Useless things, surrender to me, and you will find that you will have eternal peace of mind."

Smick was trembling all over, he had to admit that he was shaken, his beliefs had no resistance to Negri's invitation at this moment, everyone was bound in a huge cage, tied by various ropes. bundled.

It is undeniable that in the deepest part of everyone's heart, there is a desire to push away those shackles, but when they break free of that shackles, one will have the pleasure of being immoral, and now this pleasure is tempting him.

Smick Lancher looked at his military uniform and the badge of the Lancher family on it. He took a deep breath and his eyes became firm again: "Negri, maybe the useless thing in your mouth is bothering me all the time, But those things are also the things that make up who I am, Smick Rancher, and I am not a monster like you, and I cannot give up those things."

"You did the right thing, Smick." Negri said with approval: "You are qualified to be the first dish like this."