Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

Sherlock followed the source of the sound and noticed the screaming prisoner.

"Xinglie, what's wrong with you?"

Another prisoner called his name. The tall and burly half-giant Xinglie fell to the ground in pain, his HP continuing to decrease.

"Someone, someone is stealing my life!"

He said as he began hammering the ground painfully.

Sherlock was stunned.

He found that the small white flowers on Fima's body were scattered by the wind and fell on him. They were a kind of parasitic flower.

When it comes into contact with the skin, it will immediately take root and sprout, and the stolen life force will be passed on to the host, which is Feima.

This is the highest level of Fima's healing technique, stealing other people's lives.

Sherlock pulled the parasitic flower from his hand, and the white petals withered instantly.

These prisoners were all his enemies, so there was no need to tell them this information, but Shylock couldn't watch Fima survive smoothly.

He walked up to Fima and punched Fima in the stomach.

Fima's body disintegrated together with the white petals, turning into blood mist that filled the air.

Fima HP=2000.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly, knowing that what he hit was not the main body.

But within the game's horizon, Fermat has nowhere to hide.

Fima seemed to be aware of her situation. Instead of hiding, she took the initiative to attack.

The strongest attack is the most powerful defense.

Black thorns suddenly appeared on the ground and pierced Sherlock's body.

"Wood Technique·Strangulation!"

Fima's last and most fatal blow.

The thorns grew wildly in an instant, locking Sherlock tightly. Even if he used paper to draw and his body turned into thin slices, he could not escape from the strangulation of the thorns.

Each thorn was like a steel thorn, piercing Sherlock's body.

And they appeared without any warning or sound, escaping Sherlock's domineering power. This feeling was like a curse!

"why?"

Blood spilled from Sherlock's mouth.

He didn't know how Fermat did it.

"Because I used the method of burning life, sacrificial strangulation, you can't escape, you will definitely die."

Fima covered her chest and spit out blood. A bright red flower bloomed on her chest, and her HP continued to decrease.

"It turns out to be a way to die together..."

Shylock's consciousness gradually blurred, and he regretted not using his trump card in time. Pipicia personally dragged him into the abyss in time.

Escaped the black thorn strangulation.

The strangulation of black thorns will never allow you to leave empty-handed. Once the opponent loses, they will bite back on their master.

The thorns rushed to Fima in an instant, surrounded her, and pricked her with holes.

Fima was completely dead.

Xing Lie's pain stopped and his HP stayed at 8000.

"What the hell just happened?"

He stood up and asked.

But no one answered him.

In the deep earth.

Sherlock collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.

Fima's last trick made him feel scared, and among the remaining 75 people, there must be someone more perverted than Fima.

How could he win the battle on his own?

"The host's negative emotions are detected. Does the host want to give up?"

Pipicia stood opposite Sherlock and said seriously.

"Do I look like the kind of person who gives up easily?"

Sherlock lay directly on the ground, pain spreading all over his body. Being strangled by thorns was as good as being executed by Lingchi.

He lowered his head and looked at the large and small blood holes on his body, sighing that if it took longer, the bones would probably be pierced by thorns.

"It hurts too much, let me take a rest."

His consciousness became blurry again, but he was mercilessly slapped awake by Pipisia.

"Look at this."

Pipisia personally held up a mirror.

Sherlock opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at himself in the mirror.

HP: 500-(continuously decreasing)

Suffering attacks from: Wood Technique·Strangulation, Mental Poison, Curse Technique, Binding Technique, Forgetting Technique, Slowing Technique,…

His pupils were dilated. Apart from strangulation, he didn't even know when he suffered other attacks!

This group of people was able to accurately attack themselves even when they were completely invisible.

"If you were someone else, you would have died long ago, but you are still saved, just eat it!"

Pipisia held a bright red heart in her hands. The heart was still beating, as if it had just left the human body.

Yes, it’s Fima’s heart.

"Don't...you have to be contaminated...to be useful?"

Sherlock's HP has dropped to 300, but he still resists doing this in his heart.

In this way, what is the difference between him and a monster?

"If you have enough time, it can indeed be made into an artifact, and it also has the ability to heal. But now you don't have time. If you don't eat it, you will die."

Pipisia frowned, "Are you willing to die?"

"Of course not!"

Sherlock touched his beating heart with his hands and swallowed.

"Don't have any psychological burden. There is no difference between human hearts and animal hearts. What cannibals love to eat most is human hearts. Witches and witches also like to eat human hearts. They are also used in many sacrifices. It really doesn't matter. You need to care so much.”

The comfort from Pipicia's kiss did not move Sherlock at all.

"You are not human..."

"Eat it so you can complete self-healing, regain your physical strength, continue fighting, gain experience, and gain treasures."

Pipisia personally reminded,

"Talent value is equal to your experience value, which can quickly increase your abyss system level. This island also hides a greater threat. Before that, you must become stronger."

It means that these 80 people are just the appetizer, and there are more terrifying monsters waiting for me... Countless terrifying monsters emerged in Sherlock's mind.

Pipisia nodded:

"Because you have accepted the mission of the Beloved."

"I remember I said I would think about it, but I didn't say I would definitely take it."

Sherlock looked helpless.

"It's okay if you don't answer. You can kill Lauberon."

Pipisia analyzed it personally,

"Although you won't get any rewards, you won't encounter unknown dangers. After killing Lauberon, abandon those companions who have already made a wish and move on, if you can do it."

Sherlock was stunned, realizing the seriousness of the problem.

If he does not accept the mission of the Beloved and lift the curse of the Phoenix City, his companions will not be able to leave here, and the group of monsters created by Lauberon will be infinitely reborn even if they are killed by him.

This city will become a true hell.

Sherlock can kill the outsider and take away a wave of clones through the outsider's death.

But there is no way to break the curse directly, the only way is to explore the mausoleum.

Sherlock took a bite, and the bright red liquid splashed all over his face.

The smell is absolutely terrible.

It's too bad!

The smell of blood filled his mouth, and his stomach juices began to boil.

Sherlock almost vomited several times, but he suppressed the nauseating urge.

He must live, and he values ​​his life more than anyone else.