Soul of Negary

Osgoodin's lifeless body fell on the pile of bones, and Negri, who was standing behind him, was blackened, almost to char.

"Are you dead?" Jason asked with a bow and arrow aimed at the coke.

"It shouldn't be." Chris endured the sadness in his heart and said seriously. From the last rhythm of Bougitel, we can tell that Negri's body is layer by layer. Although Osgoodin's gift of sacrifice is powerful, But kill Negri at most once.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the coke, and a mass of dark flesh rushed out of it and fell on the pile of bones. The black flesh rushed directly to Osgoodin's corpse, and penetrated into his body from the wound on the chest, instead of The heart that was taken out.

The dark tentacles started from the flesh and spread inside Osgoodin's body. Black lines were visible to the naked eye under the skin. Osgoodin struggled to stand up. Under his originally smooth skin, there were black raised lines all over his body.

"I really can't underestimate you." Osgooding or Negri spoke again. He didn't seem to be much angry about the destruction of his body, but felt more joyful.

"Negri, without the support of your body, you are no longer strong, and your defeat is doomed!" Chris took a deep breath and said solemnly, "You are too arrogant!"

Chris said sadly, his body had rushed in front of Negri, and the silent fist hit Negri's chest.

"Chris, you can't beat me, do you think I have done nothing after fighting with you for so long?" Negri said with a smile: "Whether it's Smick or you, fight against you, I kept it on purpose."

"Even if it's Osgood's gift of sacrifice, I'm half-active." Negri's breathing began to change, his presence and the surrounding rhythm began to harmonize, and a large number of germs in the air converged towards Negri , wrapping Osgoodin's body.

"That's for the breath method!" Negri smiled happily: "My control over germs has reached the limit a long time ago. The breath method, which fits the rhythm, is the key to my breaking the game."

"It's because after you learned how to fight, you found that the body of germs could not be used. It seems that this breathing method still has a secret, which is actually limited to human beings." Lai Da: "But that doesn't matter anymore. The surrounding environment is all my germs. The rhythm that my breathing can fit is a hundred times that of your human beings. I am the real perfect creature!"

"This kind of rhythm!" Chris felt shocked. As Negri said, there is actually a limit to the use of breathing by human beings. Even if he is a genius, there are only so many rhythms he can fit. That is the limitation of human beings.

Therefore, practitioners of the breathing method pay more attention to the use of rhythm. Now Negri has the ability to control germs, and combines it with germs. The rhythm he fits is more than a hundred times that of a human being.

He can perceive more rhythms around him, and he can also exert his breathing technique to the extreme when he passes the rhythm a hundred times.

Negri, who was three meters tall under the accumulation of germs, turned into a naked monster with several tentacles floating behind him. He stretched out his hand to face Chris: "This technique should be called rhythmic adsorption, right?"

A powerful suction appeared out of thin air, Chris's body was unstable, and his body was involuntarily sucked into Negri's hand.

Rhythm adsorption was originally intended to allow people to attach to other things, but Negri now fits the rhythm of 100 times, and the suction has been amplified more than 100 times, making it completely difficult for Chris to resist.

"Negri, practitioners of the breathing method have a oath that must be abided by. The rhythm cannot destroy another rhythm. You have also practiced the breathing method. You cannot violate this oath." said slowly.

"Do you think I will abide by this ridiculous agreement?" Negri said with a sneer.

"Then there is no way!" Chris said in a low voice: "Although I knew this day would come, I still have to sigh!"

"Then be a part of me, Chris, or Thackeray!" Negri pointed out Chris's secret.

When he was escorted in the snowy mountain, the real Chris did not survive. Although he had breathing, he was still an ordinary person. Above the snowy mountain, the two of them fought with the chasing soldiers. Although they killed the enemy, Chris was still alive. He was also seriously injured and could not be treated in the snowy mountains, and he could only face death in the end.

Thackeray still remembers, in Chris's final moments, he took his hand and said his last words.

"The world always needs hope, Sacri, I ask you one thing." Chris was very weak, but his eyes were very bright: "This continent is about to fall into darkness, and people in darkness always Need that fire called hope."

"Sakri, take my place, become a legend, and you will be the fire of hope for others and yourself."

After leaving Daxueshan with Chris's various adventure souvenirs, Thackeray wrote novels about the various adventures Chris said in Daxueshan, and then self-destructed his appearance and replaced Chris.

Year after year, over the years, Thackeray has completely become Chris. This undefeated legend has inspired many people to choose to become rangers. Many hope.

"The name of Chris will become a belief that will be passed down forever, and I don't regret it!" Thinking of the means left before, Chris's scarred face showed an extremely ugly, but extremely beautiful smile: "The salary Idiosyncratic method, the ultimate secret method: Passing on Fire!"

Chris's rhythm surging, forced into Negri's body, began to change Negri's rhythm, and the thoughts of past generations of practitioners of the salary flow also began to flow into Negri's body, except for Breathing techniques, and all kinds of great ideas about hope, justice, etc. poured in in an attempt to transform Negri's character.

There is only one secret method in the Salary Stream Method. Its function is to allow the inheritors to quickly learn various techniques of the breathing method, and to increase their rhythm to the peak in an instant. At the beginning of the Daxue Mountain, Sakri was originally just a tourist. The bard, it was because he accepted the secret method that he could become Chris so quickly.

"Do you think I will be changed by these boring thoughts?" Negri said angrily, enduring the impact of the thoughts.

"Secret of Light: The Blade of Streaming Light." A machete stabbed into Negri's body, accurately hitting the position of the dark flesh in the inner heart, releasing endless light and heat.