I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Luo kept staring at Xiao Lan with that strange look for a while.

Staring at 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 get him back to normal.

Fortunately, Luo resumed his usual smile before Xiao Lan's operation.

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

Xiao Lan looked at this core.

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

When wearing it, depending on the sharpness, he was a little worried that his fragile body could not be carried, and he was accidentally stunned.

Put it away and find a place to keep it.

It seems that Xiao Lan's doubts were found, Luo said: "Although the power has been consumed by more than half, it can still be used as a reinforcement material and incorporated into props."

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

Luo thought about it and said it honestly: "It's not clear, after all, no one has tried this before, but it should have greatly improved the Tao, after all, it was originally part of the creator of the advent of the world."

Xiao Lan's eyes lit up, although the effect is unknown, but it should be like never going wrong.

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

Luo asked: "Want to integrate it with?"

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

Luo superimposed the core of his hand on [Dalit's Bone].

The hard and sharp core immediately turned into a black mist, which wrapped the white bone stick underneath, and seemed to continue to blend into it.

After a while, [Dalit’s Bone] became—

A black bone stick.

It is still the same shape as the broom rod, and there is no more cool appearance characteristics that any artifact should have.

Xiao Lan looked at the explanation of [Bone of Dalit] with doubt:

[Name: Rebellious Bone]

[Ability: Unknown]

【Form: Unknown】

[Description: Unknown]

Very good, turned into a three-no product.

Xiao Lan: "..."

Say good artifact?

[Bone of Rebellion] It seems that a delicate balance has been reached between the artifact and the Sanwu product. Is this the art of the poor?

However, this should not be an item that was originally set in the world, and it would be normal to show "unknown".

It seems that afterwards it will take some time to explore its abilities.

Xiao Lan tried to switch [Bone of Rebellion] to other forms.

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

He tried to wave the knife towards the wall, with little effort, a long and deep knife mark appeared on the reinforced steel wall, and the whole process was silent, and the cut was smooth and smooth as if it had been polished .

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

[Bone of Rebellion] It seems to carry Luo's engulfing ability, which doubles the destructive power of the blade, even exceeding the original Dalit Flame.

Xiao Lan lamented: "Great."

Luo said with a smile: "This is my honor."

Fortunately, Luo Wei let out a sigh of relief without damaging the husband's weapon.

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

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

At this time, Luo Cai focused on the crown of night that had been lying on the floor for a long time.

He walked towards the crown and reached up to pick it up from the ground.

The crown has no resistance at all, as if it were just an object.

Just the moment Luo's fingertip touched the black gem in the center of the crown, the mutation occurred.

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

If you are hit, your entire head may be shattered.

Luo smiled, his figure disappeared in a flash.

Countless sharp blades threw a hole, corroded the wall not far away into a big hole, and could see the corridor outside.

Luo picked up the crown of the landing again: "It seems that you seem to be a bit smarter than other fragments, and even manipulate the core to protect yourself, but there is really no attack."

The mist on the crown was tumbling with black mist, a very unwilling look, but it was difficult to escape Luo's palm.

As the black mist was swallowed by Luo's power, the crown of darkness also lost its glittering appearance.

All the gems gradually became worn out and lost their luster, and the metal parts became potholes, full of traces of years.

The last bit of power was swallowed, and the whole night crown made a "click" with a crisp sound, and it shattered directly, becoming a piece of land.

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

Looking at Luo, Xiao Lan was not worried at all.

Look, how happy he is smiling.

Solved the most important purpose of entering this game field, the two quietly left the warehouse area.

To confuse their movements, they went to the bar on the cruise ship for a drink before returning to the room unhurriedly.

By the way, the scepter that was auctioned before was sacrificed to heaven, and 50 million poverty values ​​were harvested.

What a colorful day.

The next morning, Xiao Lan felt that the atmosphere on the ship was not right.

At breakfast, the tourists in the restaurant seemed to be restless.

After inquiring about it, I learned that a murder occurred 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 of the cruise ship and the third day that players enter the game.

The previous two days were enough time for many people to figure out their mission goals and sidelines.

So last night, someone probably couldn't help it.

Unfortunately, Xiao Lan's branch also needed Father Michael, which prevented him from completing his main line in advance.

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 get the identity and mission, but if I can't finish it, I won't be able to punish me when I come to the world. And, I left the game synchronously with you, As long as your task can be completed."

After breakfast, a passenger dragged Luo Han to greet him, as if he wanted to be close to the rich.

Luo smiled at him.

Xiao Lan went to the terrace one step ahead to blow the hair.

The sea breeze in the morning was mixed with the smell of moist sea water, which made people feel comfortable.

Suddenly, Xiao Lan felt a murderous intention came from behind him. He looked at it with Yu Guang but did not see any figures.

But stealth or hiding is a skillful way for players, and not seeing does not mean safety.

Xiao Lan pretended not to find it, but was always ready to take out the [Bone of Rebellion].

At this moment, Luo, who ended his boring conversation, came over, and when the footsteps approached, the inexplicable murderousness disappeared.

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

Xiao Lan looked at the direction of the killing intention: "Probably the kind of guy who likes to deal with single players. When he sees someone, he gives up."

Even these lunatics began to hunt, it seems that the short-term stability on the ship is estimated to be difficult to maintain.

In the evening, they left for the location of the consecration ceremony revealed by Father Michael.

This is a large theater.

The stage layout is quite gorgeous, even the auditorium is divided into three floors, and the lighting in the theater is also very beautifully arranged. If you perform here, the effect must be very good.

It is a pity that the whole theater is closed now, and there are no actors in it. Only Xiao Lan and Luo sneaking in quietly are the audience for the upcoming ceremony.

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

After a while, Father Michael appeared in the theater.

He was alone, and began to draw the circle with a red powder on the stage.

I don't know what kind of pheasant cult is. It looks like there is a shortage of manpower. I have never seen anyone other than him appear.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, Carlos entered the theater door with great light.

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

Behind him was a row of black bodyguards in extreme winds, with guns in each hand, a very uncomfortable look.

In the middle of the bodyguards, there is a teenager in a coma, who looks about fourteen or five years old.

This should be what they call a sacrifice.

Do these people actually sacrifice with living people? !

Father Michael saw the eyes of Carlos' big battle, and his eyes were rounded: "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: "So, can I ask your opinion now?"

With that said, the bodyguards around him once again aimed at Father Michael with a black hole.

Expressed their cordial and friendly concerns and greetings.

The so-called rebirth and rebirth. Although Father Michael was flustered this time, he has made great progress: "Well... Okay, but I have to make sure first that you didn't attract any attention when you came here." "

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

Father Michael was relieved.

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

"However, in order to ensure the normal performance of the ceremony, your bodyguards can not be too close."

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

The black bodyguards retreated uniformly and stood a few meters away from the stage.

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

Only a black bodyguard with a slightly different dress from the others, on Carlos's indication, put the teenager as a sacrifice on the stage, and after putting it under the guidance of Father Michael, he quickly left the stage. .

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

Father Michael took out a black box and took an injection from it: "This is the fountain of God."

Xiao Lan didn't expect that the fountain of God looks so much like... advancing with the times.

He thought it would be a spring water in a magnificent glass, but he didn't expect such a technical packaging.

Carlos also clearly had the same question: "This is...the fountain of God?"

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

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

Anyway, whether it is drinking or injection, it is the same thing.

The black bodyguard who had brought the sacrifice to the stage before seemed to want to say something.

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

But since his boss has already made a final decision, he can't say anything to disobey each other's opinions.

He is well aware of Carlos's worries and fears of aging, and his desire for eternal life and youth.

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

Between the safety of the boss and his life, he counseled decisively.

Carlos rolled up his sleeves under the direction of Father Michael, and looked at the other person with disgust at the injection of the Fountain of God with rough methods.

After the injection, Carlos put his sleeves together and asked, "Then? What do I need to do?"

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

Carlos's face sank, carrying the coldness that broke out all year round in the blood sea: "What do you mean?"

Father Michael smiled and said nothing.

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

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

"You—" Carlos's angry roar hadn't even been spoken. A huge tongue that wasn't human had 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 became muscular, stronger than the bodyguards in their prime.

The aging and loose skin also began to recover elasticity, it seems that youth is about to return to him.

But this change did not stop, the muscles were growing wildly, and it soon exceeded what humans should be.

Through the skin, you can see the muscles creeping like life.

"Ah--" Carlos could only make an angry growl, but was blocked by a huge tongue, and he couldn't say any complete words.

In a very short period of time, Carlos' body has expanded to a point that is not human-like.

His height became as high as two or three people, the muscles that had been proliferating broke the skin, and he formed countless sarcomas on his body, and even many tentacle-like structures protruded from his skin.

Numerous faces appeared on Carlos' body.

These are his faces. They are full of elasticity in infancy, juvenile silhouettes in youth, youthful spirits in youth, deep contours in middle age, and aging and withered faces like before.

But the same thing is that these faces are all crazy and painful.

At this time, Father Michael looked at Carlos' changes and laughed wildly: "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, every mortal, but also want extravagant authority for eternal life!!!"

Carlos snapped angrily with the palm that had become huge.

Father Michael quickly evaded the blow at a speed that did not match his fat body.

Seeing this, the black bodyguards all around pulled the trigger at Father Michael.

A frantic gunshot sounded, and countless bullets poured on Father Michael.

After the smoke had passed, there was no trace of blood on the ground.

The bullet broke Father Michael's clothes and the skin of the man, revealing the red scales below.

Because of the blocking of the red scales, these bullets could not hurt him at all.

"What the **** are you?" asked the bodyguard in black.

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

Then in the frightened eyes of everyone, with an excited smile on his face, he squeezed hard.

The head of the black bodyguard burst like this in his hands.

Red and white splashed everywhere and spilled on many people.

The others saw that they were not monsters they could deal with, and they ran out desperately.

At this time, they no longer care about their boss, they can find another job, only one life.

What's more, the boss looks almost cold.

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

The feelings between bosses and employees in the world are mostly plastic.

Seeing the black bodyguards running away, Father Michael did not mean to pursue.

It seems to him that these guys are not important.

He shook the dirt on his hands at random, crossed the desolate corpse 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, ha ha ha ha..."