Black Book

Chapter 146 The Devil in Hell
【Anger】Secret Ritual...

Killing and destruction!
But ordinary "sacrifices" cannot meet the requirements of the ceremony. Only occasions like today can meet the requirements...

By analogy, other original sins should also have corresponding secret rituals.

What is the Seser Secret Ceremony?
Opening a silver party?
Blinking his eyes, Zhu Haomiao pondered for a few seconds, and suddenly felt pain all over his body.

As the extraordinary power of [Anger] dissipated, adrenaline subsided, and the morbid excitement and pleasure also faded. The body frantically sent alarms to the brain, indicating that all organs had been damaged.

Looking down, he saw dense scars under the tattered clothes. His bones, muscles, and internal organs had also suffered some trauma. Although none of the injuries were particularly serious, the accumulation of them was still quite worrying.

After this battle, ordinary extraordinary people will need to rest for at least ten days or half a month to recover their combat effectiveness...

Fortunately... I have astringent...

As his mind moved, a hint of pink mist emerged from the depths of his pupils, and a refreshing and light fragrance lingered around Zhu Haomiao's body.

【Lust】!
With all his strength, he activated the supernatural power of [Lust], and his inhuman self-healing ability began to gradually emerge. The wounds all over his body slowly closed up, and the tender pink granulations squirmed like tiny worms, and in a blink of an eye, a thin layer of scab covered the wounds.

After roughly treating his injuries, Zhu Haomiao stopped pushing, conserving his precious energy reserves, and cast his gaze towards the crowd of onlookers who were secretly watching.

Realizing that the other party was looking at them, the group of young boys and girls were a little embarrassed, not knowing whether to move forward or backward.

Come in, I'm a little scared...

Back off, it's too embarrassing...

After all, he is a contestant representing the country in the Ascension Competition. How can he survive in the future if he is scared away by others?
Fortunately, Zhu Haomiao didn't let them worry for too long.

Seeing that this group of people had no intention of sliding up to tackle him, he could only shake his head regretfully, like an actor who had finished a play, he placed one hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and said goodbye to them gracefully.

It was clearly a polite gesture, but everyone sensed a strong sense of sarcasm in it, and their faces suddenly turned ugly.

But they didn't dare to run up to ask for an explanation. They could only watch Zhu Haomiao walk to the main road outside, get into a low-key and luxurious black car, and disappear from their sight in the blink of an eye.

"The local adventers are so rude!"

"It's immoral for him to kill people like this. We can go to the Yanhuang Arsenal and sue him!"

"But...it seems that professional soldiers are not protected by the Extraordinary Convention..."

"You can't just kill people randomly!"

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With her friends' complaints echoing in her ears, Tia watched the taillights of the black car disappear completely, biting her lips unwillingly.

"Brother, is this the monster you were talking about?"

"In front of them, just being alive is already amazing?"

Her five white and tender fingers were deeply embedded in the flesh. Tia looked in the direction where the black car disappeared and clenched her teeth.

"No! I won't give in! I won't admit defeat!"

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"grumble!"

In the car, the mink that was originally sitting in the passenger seat and chewing corn saw its owner coming back and excitedly jumped on him, ignoring the dust and blood, and licked him with a moaning sound.

Zhu Haomiao held the guy in his arms and gently stroked its silky fur. The last trace of restlessness and madness in his heart gradually calmed down, and his eyes completely regained clarity.

Then, he began to examine his own condition and review his actions tonight.

[Chi] is almost completely used up. As expected, there must be a strong reserve behind the violent output...

Feeling his empty dantian, Zhu Haomiao sighed helplessly. [Angry]!
【Hard Qigong】!
【Layered Power】!
【Strong wind】!
【Accumulate explosive power】!
Compared to these big "energy consumers", the [Qi] attribute is never enough!

The most important thing is that he can use three basic forces at the same time, and the consumption per unit time is much higher than that of ordinary extraordinary people of the same level!

Of course, the huge consumption also means combat power far exceeds that of the same level!

If he had enough [Chi], he would probably be able to hold out for a long time even if he faced the real hegemony.

Maybe... next I should focus on my internal and external skills...

Thinking of this, Zhu Haomiao nodded as if he understood something.

Compared to [fighting style], [kung fu] will not directly improve the surface combat power of a martial arts master, but it represents the foundation and background!
Sharper insights!
Faster combat response!
More powerful energy!

Longer lasting power!
More powerful all-round resistance!
Faster self-healing recovery ability!

[Wu] has eight basic powers, and [Gong] has the secret method of internal and external cultivation that can reach the ninth heaven. Putting them together, this is the reason why Chinese [Kung Fu] crushes the combat system of other countries!

Without thousands of years of continuous civilization, it would be impossible to build such a mature and balanced cultivation system!
Other countries have too shallow a foundation!
Even the most mature long step to godhood in the West, [The Path of the Fire Sword], can only compete with the Chinese system in some areas... In terms of universality, they are simply incomparable...

Crossing his legs, Zhu Haomiao casually stroked the mink's snow-white fur, looking out the window with a distant gaze.

The neon lights of the foreign concessions were still bustling. Under the dim lights, one police car after another, honking its shrill bells, passed by black sedans, and rushed to the scene of a "terrorist attack."

"Tsk tsk~"

Are you running so fast to collect the bodies?
Laughing and shaking his head, Zhu Haomiao stroked the mink's snow-white and fluffy fur and whispered instructions to Wilson who was driving.

"To the altar."

"obey"

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Looking at the devastated manor in front of him, which looked like a ruined manor that had been trampled by a giant monster, Sherlock Voss took off his pipe and smacked his lips in a speechless manner.

"Godzilla has landed in the Demon City?"

"what did you say?"

"Nothing, just continue cleaning up the scene."

Sherlock Voss casually paid attention to the native policeman beside him, waved his hand, and walked towards the group of family members in the distance.

After these people escaped from the crime scene, many of them observed secretly and witnessed the entire process of the "terrorist attack".

"Devil! That's the devil from hell!"

"He's six meters tall! He has a green face and fangs! His arms are thicker than an average person's waist!"

"He's covered in blood!"

"He has a pair of horns on his head!"

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Listening to the excited howls of these people, Sherlock Voss took out a sketchbook and quickly sketched out a lifelike image.

Six meters tall, with a green face and fangs, horns on his head, and blood all over his body...

Hey...wait!
Looking at the "suspect portrait" he drew, Sherlock Voss's mind was full of black lines.

Isn't this just a stereotypical image of the devil in epic oil paintings?
(End of this chapter)