Chapter 918: Chapter 77: Please choose the right target… and then work hard!
Chapter 918: Chapter 77: Please choose the right target… and then work hard!
What… what’s going on?!
Standing still, the leader of ‘them’, who had been expecting Jason’s death, watched Jason running further and further, becoming more and more spirited, and was completely dumbfounded.
He thought subconsciously.
Then, he shook his head immediately.
This curse, as one of his trump cards, could not possibly be wrong!
About 300 years ago, he had used this curse to kill a character who was known as a ‘demigod’ at that time.
The victim was the person of that era who had discovered his traces and treated him as a malevolent spirit.
Naturally, his strength was not bad.
But his brain was not very good.
Despite his sincere invitation to rule that era together, the other kept ranting about how his sense of honor would not allow himself to be tainted with him, and other naive utterances.
Then, after he feigned surrender and secretly cast the curse on that fool, the victim immediately trembled, propping up his body with a sword to avoid falling down, but in the end, still disintegrated into blood foam and disappeared into the air.
He had witnessed the whole process of casting the curse.
He also remembered the changes within his own body.
And at this moment, the changes within his body were no different from before.
But… why isn’t Jason dead?!
The leader of ‘them’ thought of the only possibility.
But he had already used the organization’s strength to investigate Jason’s background thoroughly; Jason should indeed be named Jason, as guessed.
Someone had forged it!
Someone had arranged all of this!
The leader of ‘them’ growled between clenched teeth.
Other than this person, no one among those acquainted with Jason had the ability to perform such actions!
Losa 11 must have already known all about ‘Mandelin Town’, which is why he had come here years ago and began to disguise and carefully plan.
Waiting for the moment of my appearance!
Dense and numerous beads appeared on the forehead of ‘their’ leader.
A chilly night breeze blew.
Cold, carrying a hint of coldness.
The leader of ‘them’ had seen too many people over a millennium.
But none so sinister in thought, so bizarre, and… so good at disguising as Losa 11.
He had observed Losa 11 more than once with various means.
The other appeared to be a wastrel with no great ambition, idly dissipating his life.
But the situation at hand made his cheeks burn with pain.
Perhaps during the time he was observing the other, he had already discovered it all.
Then, he turned the tables on him.
To think that when he was observing the other, he was completely under the other’s ‘observation’.
The leader of ‘them’ started to breathe heavily.
But soon, he calmed down.
Isn’t he the son of Losa, after all?
Thinking of that person who gave him chills, the leader felt somewhat relieved.
It seemed everything was to be expected.
But that did not mean he would stop.
Or rather, by now, he could not stop.
Once the plan started, everything was beyond his control.
It could only be success or failure.
If successful, he would truly seize control.
If he failed, everything would turn to dust.
The leader of ‘them’ nearly hypnotized himself with this affirmation.
In the distance, Jason, who was still releasing flames at ‘their’ leader, suddenly felt a lightness in his hand.
He saw a headless, complete arm and leg just vanish.
As if eroding over thousands of years.
With a slight touch, they turned to dust.
The cost of the curse!
A curse is not cast out of thin air.
Not only do you need to know the incantation, the process, and complete the ritual, but you must also pay a price.
Ordinary curses use other objects as a substitute.
Most are the flesh and blood of animals, but to complete such a vicious curse, one certainly needs to use one’s own flesh and blood, and even, it may affect one’s own bloodline.
As for what exactly would happen, with the mystical knowledge that Jason possessed, he could not tell.
But one thing he was sure of.
Strike while the enemy is sick, take their life!
This was one of the most important pieces of knowledge he learned in ‘Nightless City’.
Perhaps unacceptable to knights.
But he is a ‘postman’!
Another brief incantation in the Dufol Language.
The force field of [Protection Against Evil] was directly triggered, affecting the body he held in his hands.
Just returning to the ‘room’ again a moment ago, Jason had once again used his limited time to replenish two instances of [Protection Against Evil].
He didn’t want to fill up completely.
Rather, time did not allow for it.
Even if he used the time to the limit, he was still unable.
The air vibrated, and Jason could clearly feel the body he was carrying tremble.
Without hesitation, Jason struck again.
This time the effect was even more outstanding.
Jason could clearly hear the sound of slight rupturing of some internal organs within the body he held.
Immediately, Jason prepared to release the third strike of [Protection Against Evil].
"Pierce the Spear of Night!”
"Dripping with the Blood of Deity!”
"The moon falls for it!”
"The stars perish for it!”
"In the name of your existence… Grant the one I know—named ‘Losa 11’, eternal rest!”
The vicious curse appeared again.