Luo kept staring at Xiao Lan with those weird eyes for a while.

Staring so much that Xiao Lan felt that he was possessed by something, and almost started to consider whether to give him a stick to see if he could beat him back to normal.

Fortunately, Luo returned to his usual smile before Xiao Lan acted.

He showed Xiao Lan the black core in his hand: "Sir, accept it."

Xiao Lan looked at the core.

This is a very important part for Luo, although it looks like a bone, it obviously cannot be used to make soup.

If he wears it, depending on the degree of sharpness, he is a little worried that his fragile small body will not be able to carry it, and he will be pierced by accident.

Or put it away and find a place to keep it.

Seemingly discovering Xiao Lan's doubts, Luo said, "Although most of the power in it has been consumed, it can still be used as a reinforcement material and incorporated into the props."

Xiao Lan asked, "What effect will it have?"

Luo thought about it for a while, but still told the truth: "I don't know, after all, no one has ever tried this before, but it should greatly improve the Tao. After all, this is a part of the creator of the descending world."

He knew very well that for a man like Xiao Lan who was curvy on the outside and straight on the inside, a practical gift that was in line with the other party's heart was the best gift.

Otherwise, no matter how gorgeous things are, Xiao Lan will only take a box and put them in it.

Xiao Lan's eyes lit up, although the effect is unknown, it should be absolutely impossible to go wrong.

With a knife of 99999, holding an artifact is not a dream.

Luo asked: "What do you want to blend it with?"

Xiao Lan took out the [Dalit Bone], which is his strongest weapon at present, and has accompanied him through many battles, and it has been used very smoothly. If it can be strengthened, it is the best.

Luo superimposed the core in his hand on the [Dalit Bone].

The seemingly hard and sharp core immediately turned into a black mist, and the black mist wrapped the white bone stick below, and it seemed to continue to integrate into it.

After a while, the [Dalit Bone] became—

A black bone stick.

It still has the same shape as the broomstick, and there is no more cool appearance features that an artifact should have.

Xiao Lan looked at the description of [Dalit Bone] with doubts:

【Name: Bone of Rebellion】

[Ability: Unknown]

[Form: Unknown]

[Description: Unknown]

Very good, it has become a three-none product.

Xiao Lan: "..."

What about the good artifact?

[Bone of Rebellion] It seems that a delicate balance has been reached between artifacts and Sanwu products. Is this the way of artifacts for the poor?

However, this should not be an item in the original setting of the Arrival World, and it is quite normal to display "unknown".

It seems that it will take some time to explore its capabilities later.

Xiao Lan tried to switch [Bone of Rebellion] to another form.

In an instant, a black bone blade of Sen Han appeared in his hand.

He tried to swing the knife at the wall, with little effort, a long and deep knife mark had already appeared on the reinforced steel plate wall, and the whole process was silent, and the incision was smooth and smooth as if it had been polished .

Xiao Lan couldn't help but "his", this power is a bit overbearing.

The [Bone of Rebellion] seems to have Luo's devouring ability, which doubles the destructive power of the blade, even surpassing the original Dalit flame.

Xiao Lan sighed: "It's amazing."

Luo smiled and said, "It's my honor."

Fortunately, Mr.'s weapon was not broken, Luo was slightly relieved.

Seeing that Mr. seems to be very satisfied, this core can be regarded as making the best use of it.

He secretly felt his back, and now the big hole there is no longer visible on the surface.

At this time, Luo Cai focused on the crown of darkness that had been lying on the floor for an unknown amount of time.

He walked towards the crown and reached out to lift it off the ground.

The crown showed no resistance, as if it were just an object.

The moment Luo's fingertips touched the black gem in the center of the crown, a mutation occurred.

A black shadow suddenly rushed out of the black gemstone, turning into a sharp blade and attacking Luo.

If hit, the whole head may be shattered.

Luo smiled, and the figure disappeared in a flash.

Countless sharp knives were thrown into the air, and a large hole was corroded into the wall not far away, and the corridor outside could be clearly seen.

Luo picked up the fallen crown again: "It seems that you are a little smarter than the other pieces, and you can even manipulate the core to protect yourself, but you really don't have much attack power."

The black mist churned in the jewel on the crown, looking very unwilling, but it was difficult to escape Luo's palm.

As the black mist was swallowed up by Luo's power, the Crown of Night lost its previous shining appearance.

All the gems gradually became worn and lost their luster, and the metal parts became pitted and full of traces of time.

The last trace of power was swallowed up, and the entire crown of night made a crisp "click" sound, and it shattered directly into pieces on the ground.

Luo closed his eyes, feeling part of the power of the new return, and the corners of his mouth cocked slightly.

Looking at Luo's appearance, Xiao Lan was not worried at all.

Look how happy he is.

——

Having solved the most important purpose of entering this playground, the two quietly left the warehouse area.

In order to confuse their movements, they also went to the bar on the cruise ship for a drink, and then returned to their room leisurely.

By the way, sacrificed the scepter from the previous auction to the sky and gained 50 million poverty values.

What a colorful day.

When she woke up the next morning, Xiao Lan felt that the atmosphere on the boat was not right.

At breakfast, the tourists in the restaurant looked a little uneasy.

After inquiring, I found out that there was a murder case last night. A guest who lived in the balcony room was assassinated in his room. The room was locked from the inside, but the murderer was not found.

This is the third day the cruise ship has sailed, and the third day players enter the game.

The previous two days have been enough for many people to find out their mission goals and sideline situations.

So last night, maybe someone couldn't help but take action.

It's a pity that Xiao Lan's branch line also needs Father Michael, which prevents him from completing his main line ahead of schedule.

Xiao Lan asked Luo: "What will happen if your mission is not completed?"

Luo thought for a while: "Although I will be recognized as a player when I enter the game, and I will get an identity and a task, but if I can't complete it, I shouldn't be able to punish me when I come to the world. Moreover, I left the game in sync with you, As long as your mission can be done."

After breakfast, a passenger pulled Luo to greet him, as if he wanted to get close to the rich man.

Luo smiled at him.

Xiao Lan went one step ahead to the balcony to get some air.

The sea breeze in the morning mixed with the breath of moist sea water was very comfortable.

Suddenly, Xiao Lan felt a killing intent coming from behind him, but he didn't see anyone in the corner of his eyes.

However, stealth or hiding is a skill that players are skilled at. Not being able to see does not mean safety.

Xiao Lan pretended not to notice, but was ready to take out the [Bone of Rebellion] at any time.

At this moment, Luo, who had ended the boring chatter, came over, and when the footsteps approached, the inexplicable murderous aura disappeared.

Luo found Xiao Lan's alert: "Sir, what happened?"

Xiao Lan glanced at the direction the killing intent came from: "Probably the kind of guy who likes to attack single players, and gives up when he sees someone coming."

Even these lunatics have started hunting, and it seems that the short-term stability on board is difficult to maintain.

——

In the evening, they headed towards the location of the gifting ceremony revealed by Father Michael.

This is a large theater.

The stage layout is quite gorgeous. Even the auditorium is divided into three floors. The lighting in the theater is also very beautiful. If the performance is performed here, the effect must be very good.

It's a pity that the whole theater is closed now, there are no actors in it, only Xiao Lan and Luo who sneaked in are the audience who will hold the ceremony next.

They found a hidden private room on the second floor of the theater, waiting for Father Michael and Carlos to arrive.

After a while, the figure of Father Michael appeared in the theater.

Alone, he began to draw the circle with a red powder on the stage.

I don't know what kind of pheasant cult this is, it looks like it is understaffed, and have never seen anyone other than him appear.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, Carlos entered from the gate of the theater with great dignity.

There is no point in keeping a low profile when doing bad things.

Behind him was a row of bodyguards dressed in black, each with guns in their hands, looking very difficult to mess with.

Among the bodyguards was a comatose teenager who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old.

This should be what they call a sacrifice.

Do these people actually use human sacrifices? !

Father Michael's eyes widened when he saw Carlos' big battle: "Wait... Mr. Carlos, this is different from what we said before. I didn't say that so many people can participate in the ceremony."

Carlos sat leisurely in the first row of the theater: "Then, can I ask your opinion now?"

Having said that, the bodyguards around him once again aimed at Father Michael with their dark muzzles.

Expressed their cordial and friendly concern and greetings.

The so-called one-time-two-time familiarity, although Father Michael panicked this time, he has made great progress: "Okay... Okay, but I want to make sure that you didn't attract anyone's attention when you came here. "

Carlos said: "Of course not. I have completely emptied the surrounding area on this floor. This kind of small thing is easy for me. You can have a little more confidence in me."

Father Michael breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked towards the stage: "I have prepared the magic circle required for the ceremony, and then I just need to put the sacrifice in the middle of the circle, and then I will give you the fountain of God, and the ceremony will be completed soon. ."

"However, in order to ensure the normal conduct of the ceremony, your bodyguards can't get too close."

Hearing this, Carlos raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't say anything, just raised his hand and waved.

The bodyguards in black uniformly stepped back and stood a few meters away from the stage.

But they also surrounded the entire stage, and if something changed, they would take immediate action.

Only a black-clad bodyguard who was dressed slightly differently from the others placed the teenager who was taken as a sacrifice on the stage under the direction of Carlos, and quickly left the stage after placing it under the guidance of Father Michael. .

Seeing that everything was ready, Carlos slowly got up and walked onto the stage.

Father Michael held out a black box and took out an injection: "This is the Fountain of God."

Xiao Lan did not expect that the Fountain of God would actually look like this...to keep pace with the times.

He thought it would be some kind of spring water in a gorgeous cup, but he didn't expect such a technological packaging.

Carlos obviously had the same question: "This is... the Fountain of God?"

Father Michael explained with a smile: "After our research and investigation, the absorption effect of direct consumption is not as good as the absorption effect of injection. Of course, if you don't like injections, Mr. Carlos, I can also find you a cup."

Carlos frowned: "Forget it, that's it, since the injection is better, let's inject it."

Anyway, whether it's drinking or injecting, it's the same thing.

The black-clothed bodyguard who came to the stage with offerings before seemed to want to say something.

After all, this sounds very unsafe, and the ghost knows what Sanno products are.

But seeing that his boss has already made a decision, he can't say anything to go against the other party's opinion.

He is well aware of Carlos' worries and fears about aging, as well as his desire for immortality and youth.

And this is on the sea, it is easy to disappear a disobedient guy.

Between the boss's safety and his own life, he resolutely counseled.

Carlos rolled up his sleeves at the gesture of Father Michael, and watched with disgust that the other party injected himself with the Fountain of God in a crude way.

After the injection, Carlos tidied up his sleeves and asked, "And then? What do I need to do?"

Father Michael smiled: "No, it's nothing for you."

Carlos' face sank, with the ruthlessness that he had been in the sea of ​​blood all the year round: "What do you mean?"

Father Michael smiled and said nothing.

Carlos was about to call his bodyguards, but his raised hand suddenly twitched.

Then his whole body seemed to be electrocuted, and his whole body began to twitch uninterruptedly.

"You—" Before Carlos roared in anger, a huge non-human tongue popped out of his mouth, blocking what he wanted to say next.

Then, his body began to change dramatically.

The old but still tall body has become muscular and knotted, stronger than the bodyguards in their prime.

The aging and loose skin also began to regain its elasticity, and it seemed that youth was about to return to him.

But such changes did not stop, and the muscles grew wildly, and soon exceeded the degree that humans should have.

Through the skin, the muscles can be seen squirming as if they were alive.

"Ah—" Carlos could only roar angrily, but was blocked by the huge tongue, unable to utter any complete words.

In a very short period of time, Carlos' body has swelled to the point where he is not human-like.

His height has become as tall as two or three people, the muscles that have been proliferating have broken through the skin, countless sarcomas have formed on his body, and there are even many tentacle-like structures protruding from his skin.

Countless faces appeared on Carlos' body.

These were all his faces, elastic in his infancy, youthful in outline, youthful in high spirits, deep in middle age, and as old and withered as he had ever been.

But what doesn't change is that these faces are full of crazy and painful expressions.

At this time, Father Michael looked at Carlos's changes and laughed wildly: "Hahahahahahaha, mere mortals still want the authority of immortality!!!"

Carlos angrily slapped the palm with his already huge palm.

Father Michael quickly dodged the blow with a speed that did not match his chubby body.

Seeing this, the surrounding black bodyguards pulled the trigger at Father Michael in unison.

A whole frenzy of gunfire rang out, and countless bullets poured onto Father Michael's body.

After the gunpowder smoke, there was not a trace of blood on the ground.

The bullet shattered the human skin of Father Michael's clothing and exterior, revealing the red scales underneath.

Because of the red scales, these bullets couldn't hurt him at all.

"What the hell are you?" asked the leading black bodyguard.

Father Michael didn't answer. He kicked his feet on the ground and rushed forward, grabbing the man's head.

Then, in the terrified eyes of everyone, with an excited smile on their faces, they squeezed hard.

The head of the black-clothed bodyguard burst open in his hands.

Red and white splashed everywhere, and sprinkled on many people.

When the others saw this, they understood that this was not a monster they could deal with, and they all ran out desperately.

At this time, they have disregarded their bosses, they can find jobs again, and there is only one life.

What's more, the boss looks almost cold.

Goodbye boss, we will always miss the bank card numbers you added to us.

The relationship between bosses and employees in this world is mostly plastic.

Seeing the bodyguards in black fleeing, Father Michael did not intend to pursue them.

It seems that in his eyes, these guys are not important.

He casually flicked the dirt on his hands, stepped over the desolate corpse with no head on the ground, and walked towards Carlos, who was still changing.

Father Michael stuck out his forked tongue, which made his pronunciation a little slow and unclear: "Mr. Carlos...Actually...you are the sacrifice, hahahaha..."

The author has something to say:

I saw the comment in the previous chapter that Luo is a dual-core (you guys are really little geniuses),

Think of a small theater:

Luo: I'm already a dual-core man. After the upgrade and revision, whether it's making tea, buying vegetables or cooking, everything is no problem.

Juggernaut: Oh my stupid odoudou, what weird feature did you add to yourself?

Luo: This is a function that single dogs don't need.

Domination: Go away.