Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

I was actually just such a brat...

The blood splattered rapidly blurred the man's consciousness for a short time. Peter Carter seemed to have a revolving door in front of him at this moment. The poverty of his youth, the death of his lover and family members, and his lack of recognition as a painter floated before his eyes one by one. The final scene is a picture of being led on the path of the supernatural by a cultist.

In that picture, the young artist is full of determination and decides not to be swayed by the rules of the world anymore. This was Peter Carter’s initial dream of becoming an extraordinary person. However, as time went by, he gradually sank and became a tool of the organization. , the dream is fragmented, and now it is even more about to die in the hands of his own target.

So, is this the reason why I have been unable to get promoted?

Lost his original intention, the depraved man vomited blood in the mist. The memories of life and death made Peter understand what he was lacking. Explosive gushing.

Under Roja's surprised gaze, Peter reached out and grabbed the dagger on his chest. When he looked back, his hazy eyes had turned blood red.

"Cough! Brat, I didn't expect you to push me to this point. I underestimated you. I have to admit that you are indeed a character, but... you think you can kill me like this ?"

Peter roared angrily, and there was a will to die in the eyes of a trapped animal. At this moment, Roja's hairs stood up. For the first time since coming to this world, he saw the tenacity and terror of extraordinary people.

"You underestimate the extraordinary! You underestimate the source level 4 too! Do you think you pierced my heart? Look at what your sword penetrated?!"

Roja stared wide-eyed at the wound pierced by the short-winged dagger. At some point, the blood-splattered wound had disappeared, replaced by a distorted human body painting.

"[Immersion Realm], this is my biggest trump card. This part of my body has now been turned into a painting, and you can no longer kill me!"

"You are indeed very powerful, Roa Akat, but it is not enough. Your strength and understanding of superhumans are not enough! So I won! Thank you for reminding me of many things in the past, then, goodbye!"

Peter Carter tightly held the sword in front of his chest, and at the same moment the statue of the Protector Madonna came back to his side, his bone-like hand was about to tear the boy's throat with blood stains, Roja looked at the ugly painting approaching, feeling as if time All slowed down.

Peter is right, Roja is not a real transcendent after all, and he still doesn't understand these unpredictable monsters, but Peter can explode in a critical moment, why can't Roja?

In terms of will, the moment a young man at an absolute disadvantage picks up his sword, it is impossible to lose to a dirty and selfish murderer.

"Skill, activate."

The desperate boy gritted his teeth and gave instructions, the flame of life at the core of his body turned blue and began to burn crazily.

【confirmed】

[The skill "Grandall's Promise" is activated]

【Countdown 30...29...28...】

"Oh----! "

The runaway magic element burned every nerve, and the black-haired boy roared loudly. The huge increase in strength made the muscles of his arms swell and burst with blood, but he couldn't feel it, because his body had lost the sense of pain at this time. .

The Madonna's attack came, and it pierced his chest with one blow, causing fatal injuries, but Roja didn't care anymore, he just poured all his strength into the dagger!

"Damn it! What's going on! How could your strength be stronger than mine...the Holy Mother! Kill him quickly!"

At this moment, Peter realized that something was wrong. He couldn't hold the hand holding the tip of the sword. Seeing that Roja was about to break through the range of the [Immersion Realm], he loudly ordered the painting to do it, but found that it didn't do anything to Roja. usefulness.

At this time, the young man was like an unyielding war ghost, his face was covered in injuries but his expression remained unchanged, even his fighting strength did not decrease at all.

This is... immortalization? !Why?

Peter looked at the blood-stained boy with surprise and puzzlement on his face. In the dimness, he seemed to see a huge phantom standing behind the boy. A pair of eyes from nowhere looked down on him, like gazing at ants. .

Peter's complexion changed suddenly at this moment, and uncontrollable fear and panic began to blow out, but this was his last feeling.

"Thank you for your advice, and goodbye, Peter Carter!"

Surrounded by mist and ghostly paintings, the young man hissed and yelled to slash with the horizontal sword, pushing the short sword with full explosive power, the sword light flashed, and the figure was split into two.

Chapter 82 Okay, Arrested (3k)

"You, how is it possible, cough!"

In the fog outside the monastery, a death fight finally came to an end. Under the silver sword light, Peter Carter's body was cut off at the chest, and the scope of the distorted painting was broken. He no longer had the means to save his life.

The magic element quickly disappeared with the loss of blood, and the painting that bound the soul in the air finally ushered in relief. The screams gradually dissipated, and Peter's pupils began to spread when lying on the ground.

"I didn't expect that I'm actually here, hehe, but boy, don't be complacent, make a deal with that kind of existence, one day you will also..."

The half-length man recalled the great existence he saw just now, and died before he finished speaking, leaving only a mocking smile on his face. Roja, who was covered in blood, was panting heavily, but his ears had already No other voices can be heard.

Now he can only feel the scorching heat of his body, and the undead throw is continuing. At the end of this skill, the many injuries he was caused by the statue of the Virgin began to recover quickly.

The flesh and blood began to squirm and heal like a sprout, and the repair ability unique to the undead was filling the void in his body.

【3...2...1...0】

[The skill "Grandall's Promise" ends]

The skill end reminder sounded, and at the same time, the evaluation data in the system was also frantically rotating, and finally froze.

【Evaluation: High (74)】

Roja glanced at the evaluation in the system, and was not surprised by the skyrocketing value. He reached out to touch the blood hole in front of his chest, and found that there was only a layer of blood stained there, and the skin underneath had returned to its original state.

Is the recovery ability of undead creatures so powerful?

Roja thought about it, and recalled the zombies and other things in various works in his previous life. According to the virtues of this world, they might be regarded as younger brothers.

"The effect is good, but... so tiring."

The black-haired boy shook his body, transforming from an ordinary human to an undead creature and back again. During this process, his body suffered a lot of damage. Even if the wounds were healed now, his weakness still couldn't get better immediately.

If Roja's current feelings were summed up in one sentence, it would be——the body seemed to be hollowed out.

The black-haired boy shook his body, glanced back and forth, and leaned against the location sign at the entrance of the monastery with difficulty. The wooden sign of No. 42 Locke Street was in disrepair and overwhelmed, and it was creaked by Roja.