Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 203 The Cursed Shamans

"Oh? You mean you don't have any responsibility?"

The dragon looked at him grimly and said, "Kick those idiots out of the army. Also, from now on, I don't care what method you use, make it clear to your soldiers that they should not disobey my words, otherwise..."

He looked at the deputy leader's trembling body and chuckled, "You are useless now."

Nemesis did not mention the consequences of becoming useless, but the deputy commander knew it well enough that it would not be much better than dying on the spot.

Fortunately, fortunately, the merciful general gave him another chance.

"Yes!"

The deputy leader wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked towards the crowd with a sullen face: "Everyone disperse, what are you looking at here! And, those four idiots guarding the gate, get out here right now!"

Guerrero looked at Nemesis gratefully and said, "Thank you for your fairness. You have upheld the dignity of General Duzula. For this, Guerrero will always respect you."

Nemesis raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Guerrero: "You're welcome."

Even without the help of the prophecy spell, the Volume Dragon had already seen the extraordinary future of this young man. For such a gifted person, as long as he did not die young, it would only be a matter of time for him to become a legendary warrior.

Tuzula XVI? It would be a waste for such a talent to follow him. Juan Ce Long thought that he was more worthy of such an outstanding follower.

As for Guerrero's loyalty to that general?
Nemesis looked at the other person with great interest, and his mental power penetrated into the boy's deep memories, taking in everything.

It's too boring to control it by cheating.

Of course, he could control Guerrero immediately, just like he controlled his other followers.

But he is no longer the weak dragon he once was, and he no longer needs to be so impatient for quick success.

There was interest in Juan Ce Long's eyes. He would make this Niksalan follow him voluntarily.

After all, what he valued was not only Guerrero's powerful talent, but also his willpower to look the dragon in the face without changing his expression. He didn't want the power of his mind to destroy the latter.

"No need to say, I already know why you are here."

Nemesis interrupted Guerrero who was about to speak, causing the latter's eyes to flash with shock.

"Syfar and the others are setting up a magic array, aren't they? Duzulla XVI wants me to lead the army and wait here for a while. After the magic array is activated, we can raid Duzulla City."

Seeing that the dragon really knew the message given to it by the general, Guerrero was shocked. Does this dragon have the ability to predict the future, or can it explore his brain?
"No problem, we will wait here until the magic array is set up."

"No, I can even provide you with some help." Nemesis thought of the new spell he got from Sefar and smiled evilly.

"Those shamans, from now on, they will have no chance to interfere with you."
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"Master Shaman, recently we often encounter people sneaking into the sewers in the city. We have captured some of them. When can you tell us when we can go to interrogate them?" A shaman reported to Kusco in the temple.

Kuzco waved his hand: "I know, I will go tomorrow. It's late, you should go down and rest first."

After the shaman bowed respectfully and left, Kuzco sighed, returned to his room, and rubbed his temples, which felt as if they were about to be torn apart.

"I need a few days of rest to eliminate the aftereffects of my resurrection. Before that, my divine power has shrunk to one-fifth of its previous level. But I cannot show any weakness now. That damned Duzula XVI, that hypocrite!"

Thinking of the oracle from our God, reminding him that Duzula wanted to rebel against God, Kuzco's face darkened.

If he had not been killed by that giant dragon that appeared out of nowhere and destroyed the ritual, thus triggering his resurrection, he would have dealt with that false believer long ago. There would be no need for him to stay in the pyramid so aggrievedly and not dare to go out.

"Damn it! Where on earth did that damn dragon come from?! The prophecy magic doesn't work either. I must find him and skin him alive!!" Kuzco said with a distorted face.

He took off his clothes and lay on the bed, cursing, ready to sleep, but he didn't see a wisp of black smoke invisible to ordinary people entering his body. It was a gift from the dragon in his mouth.

"Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep"

Kuzco had just fallen asleep when he found himself suddenly in a black void. His ears were filled with the piercing noise of bad chords and terrible symphonies. He covered his ears and frowned. Even in his dreams, the pain that ate into his bones and marrow was still so obvious, and even became more painful because of the noise.

"stop fighting!!!"

He yelled angrily, then suddenly sat up from the bed, looked around blankly, and realized that he was actually dreaming.

He hadn't had a dream in a long time, and he had never had such an annoying dream.

Looking at the still dark night outside the window, Kusco didn't know how long he had slept, and then he fell into a deep sleep again.

"Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Kuzco suddenly sat up again, yelling in anger. In his dream, he returned to the black void and was annoyed by the same noise.

"what is going on!"

Kuzco's face darkened and he became serious. He knew that the chance of him having the same nightmare twice in a row was too small. He must have been under some kind of mental attack.

He immediately used the first-level divine spell [Detect Curse], and sure enough, he saw black marks of the curse on his body.

"Damn it! Who is it! How dare you curse me!" Kusco jumped in anger.

But at this time, because he had not rested well, the increasingly severe headache made him unbearable. He had to give up tracking down the real culprit and set about removing the curse from himself.

He endured the intermittent headache and cast [Remove Curse] on himself. A golden light flashed and he immediately felt relieved.

"That should be fine."

Kusco nodded with satisfaction, covered his dizzy head and lay down again, and fell asleep after a while.

“Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!!”

"boom!"

Kuzco suddenly woke up again. He stood up frantically, threw everything on the table to the ground, and bit his nails frantically.

The curse has not been lifted and he is still haunted by nightmares.

"What kind of curse is this? Even [Remove Curse] is useless?!" Kuzco was shocked.

He had no choice but to force himself to lie in bed and fall into intermittent sleep, but every half hour he would be awakened by the unbearable noise.

After a whole night of rest, not only did he not recover his divine power, but he became even more haggard.

The next day, when he saw other shamans who were as depressed as he was, he realized that the situation was serious.

This unknown curse actually affected all shamans!
At this moment, Nemesis, who was far away in the camp outside the city, curled the corners of his mouth, looked at the scene in the crystal ball with satisfaction and laughed.

"I never thought that an old man like you would still be alive. I'm going to torture you."

(End of this chapter)