Soul of Negary

"It's still too weak." Negri stood easily in the pile of bones. He was still suppressing his strength until now. These people are far from being able to make him feel the pressure.

Now there are only six opponents left, the legendary ranger Chris Modo, the Bishop of God's Faith, Osgoodin, his disciple, Reverend Luen Doner, the God of Grace Knight Myerson, and the last God of Roas Smike. Rancher, Avengers Jason Todd.

These six people have their own advantages, and they can be regarded as outstanding human beings, and Luen and Myerson are a little immature.

"Your awareness is not enough." Negri gradually sighed that the top level of human beings in this world is similar to them. According to the known information, the only one who can still be above them is Royas's Al derich.

"If the top quality is only like this, my footsteps won't be very far." Negri sighed. He has been able to sense that layer of barrier, that layer of insurmountable obstacle, after all, it's just a low demon. world.

"Then I'll add some chips!" Negri said slowly: "You must have noticed that in Reastmia, most diseases do not exist, because most of them can cause those diseases. Everything is under my control.”

"Those businessmen who come to Rhea every year, when they are here for a period of time, will bring Rhea's specialties. I gift them with their specialties." Negri said seriously: "These things are usually in a sleeping state, and they are of no use to human beings. Harmful."

"But as soon as I order them to activate, they will develop disease and infect their hosts - the merchants who roam the continent, and the merchants will become pathogens and spread the plague everywhere."

"And you still have six people left. Next, every time you can't satisfy me, I will activate the germs in ten merchants. Believe me, this is enough to set off a large-scale plague."

"Although this will make my food a lot less, but it doesn't matter, I can bear this price, now the question is can you bear it?" Negri said, his eyes swept to the knights of grace in the crowd, perhaps because just now Because of killing the corpse of his companion, he seemed extraordinarily silent.

"Of course, you can all rely on me and help me manage more places." Negri said with a smile: "Reia is extraordinarily prosperous under my governance, and people living here will no longer be troubled by most diseases. , all you have to pay are some sacrifices."

"Think about it, compared with those who die from diseases every year, I can say that the sacrifices I receive are very small." Negri said seductively: "You chose to attack me, it was a wrong decision. "

"Put away your confusing words." Chris was stunned for a while, then said after a moment of silence: "It's a pity that people die from diseases, but sacrificing sacrifices is definitely an evil act. It may seem beautiful to have a just outcome, but I believe it is a mistake, and since it is a mistake, I will not agree with it.”

"It doesn't matter if you don't agree, then burst out to your full potential and let me see your consciousness." Negri laughed and looked away from Myerson, he knew that the teenager could not escape the snare. .

Just looking at what Negri said, there is indeed some truth. Most diseases can be eradicated at a lower cost, but at that time Negri will also be in charge of greater power, and perhaps diseases have indeed been eradicated. But the disadvantages may be more.

But Myerson is not Chris, he has not experienced so many things, and what he has hit him the most since he was a child is the poor people in the slum who are deeply troubled by disease, and the killing of the corpses of his companions makes his There was a hole in his spirit, and he suddenly felt that it was wrong for him and others to resist Negri.

"What should I do if there is a mistake? Then go and make up for him, child." A voice seemed to rise in my heart,

Myerson's eyes flashed: "Look, you are fighting hard with the corpse, but you don't see the bishop's help, but Luen was in danger, but Osgoodin was able to lend a helping hand in time. This is the difference between the poor and the nobles."

"Because of being born, Luen was able to become a disciple of Bishop Osgooding, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't realize my dream. Now I see another path."

"Maybe in the eyes of others, this road is wrong, but for me, this is the right way." This kind of messy thoughts kept appearing in Myerson's mind.

Although being born as a poor man made Myerson feel a little deeper in his heart, it is undeniable that he was originally a good boy, but it was a pity that he met Negri. Under the constant temptation of Negri's spiritual power, some insignificant Emotions were amplified and became the last straw that overwhelmed Myerson's heart.

Myerson raised the knight's sword and wanted to activate the gift, but found that all the gifts were bleak, and a mocking smile grinned at the corner of his mouth: "Did even the gods abandon me?"

"Myerson, what are you thinking, hurry up!" Luen gasped and said, despite the headache, he used his gift again to purify those germs. He is the eldest son of the Doner family, a future nobleman, and even The high level of the Divine Grace Sect was so frightened by an evil spirit that he couldn't move. This shame can only be made up for by defeating him.

Looking at Luen, Myerson raised the knight's sword, and the germs in the air slowly gathered towards Myerson.

Osgoodin had been opening the gift of true knowledge, and suddenly an ominous feeling flooded into his heart. In fact, he had vaguely felt this feeling before, but because Negri's presence was too strong, it interfered with this premonition.

It was not until this time that Osgooding clearly perceived where the ominousness came from, and when he turned around, he saw that Myerson was slightly black. He raised his knight's sword and aimed it at Luen's neck.

There was a struggle in Myerson's eyes, but more and more germs invaded his body. Negri continued to transmit his will through the germs, making Myerson further blackened, while Luen lost his spirits because of excessive use of gifts. The danger from behind has not yet been discovered.

"The Gift of Temperance!" Osgoodin used the Gift of Temperance again to restrict Myerson's movements, and then felt a pain in his chest, a palm rushed out from his chest, and what he was holding was his beating heart.

"Caring is messing up, and you are just like that, Bishop Osgoodin." Negri said disappointedly, despite his devout faith, he was still a person with various weaknesses.

"My lord... sacrifice..." Osgoodin spit out a few words intermittently, and the next moment dazzled.