I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Luo kept staring at Xiao Lan with that strange look for a long time.

Staring so hard that Xiao Lan felt that he was possessed by something, and almost started to think about whether to give him a stick, to see if he could beat him back to normal.

Fortunately, Luo returned to his usual smile before Xiao Lan acted.

He showed Xiao Lan the black core in his hand: "Sir, take it."

Xiao Lan looked at the core.

This is a very important part to Luo. Although it looks like a bone, it obviously cannot be used for soup.

If he wears it, seeing how sharp it is, he is a little worried that his fragile body won't be able to hold it, and if he is accidentally pierced, his heart will be chilled.

Or put it away and find a place to keep it.

Seemingly aware of Xiao Lan's doubts, Luo said, "Although most of the power in it has been consumed, it can still be used as strengthening material and incorporated into props."

Xiao Lan asked: "What effect will it have?"

Luo thought about it, and said the truth: "I don't know. After all, no one has ever tried this before, but it should greatly improve the props. After all, this is a part of the creator of the descended world."

He knows very well that for a man like Xiao Lan who is curvy and straight inward, the best gift is a practical gift that suits the other party's wishes.

Otherwise, no matter how gorgeous things are, Xiao Lan would just take a box and put them inside.

Xiao Lan's eyes lit up. Although the effect is unknown, it should be absolutely infallible.

One knife is 99999, holding an artifact is not a dream.

"What do you want to mix it with?" asked Lowe.

Xiao Lan took out [Dalit's Bone], which is currently his strongest weapon, and has accompanied him through many battles, and he has used it very easily. It would be the best if it can be strengthened.

Luo superimposed the core in his hand on the [Dalit Bone].

The seemingly hard and sharp core immediately turned into a black mist, and the black mist wrapped the white bone stick below, as if it was still merging into it.

After a while, [Bone of Dalit] turned into——

A black bony stick.

It still has the shape of a broomstick, without any cool appearance features that an artifact should have.

Xiao Lan looked at the explanation of [Bone of Dalit] with doubts:

【Name: Bone of Rebellion】

[Ability: Unknown]

[Form: Unknown]

[Description: Unknown]

Very good, it has become a three-no product.

Xiao Lan: "..."

What about the artifact?

[Bone of Rebellion] It seems that a delicate balance has been reached between artifacts and three-no products. Is this the way of artifacts for the poor?

However, this should not be an item that was originally set in the world of Advent, and it is quite normal that "unknown" will be displayed.

It seems that it will take some time to explore its capabilities in the future.

Xiao Lan tried to switch [Bone of Rebellion] to another form.

In an instant, a Senhan's black bone blade appeared in his hand.

He tried to swing the knife towards the wall, and with almost no effort, a long and deep knife mark had already appeared on the reinforced steel plate wall, and the whole process was silent, and the incision was smooth and flat as if it had been polished .

Xiao Lan couldn't help but "hiss", this power is a bit overbearing.

[Bone of Rebellion] seems to carry Luo's devouring ability, which doubles the destructive power of the blade, even surpassing the original Dalit Flame.

Xiao Lan said with emotion: "It's amazing."

"It's my pleasure," Luo said with a smile.

Fortunately, it didn't damage Mr.'s weapon, Luo was slightly relieved.

Seeing that the husband seems very satisfied, this core can be regarded as making the best use of it.

He secretly sensed his back, and now the big hole there was no longer visible from the surface.

At this time, Luocai focused on the Crown of Night who had been lying on the floor beside him for an unknown amount of time.

He walked towards the diadem, reached out and picked it up from the ground.

The diadem didn't resist at all, as if it were just an object.

The moment Luo's fingertips touched the black jewel in the center of the crown, a mutation occurred.

A black shadow suddenly rushed out from the black gemstone, turning into a sharp blade and attacking Luo.

Had it been hit, the entire head might have been shattered.

Luo smiled, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

Countless sharp blades rushed into the air, corroding a large hole in the wall not far away, and the corridor outside could be seen clearly.

Luo picked up the fallen crown again: "It seems that you seem to be a little smarter than other fragments, and even manipulate the core to protect yourself, but you really have no attack power."

The black mist in the gemstone on the crown was churning, with a very unwilling look, but it was difficult to escape Luo's palm.

As the black mist was swallowed by Luo's power, the crown of the night also lost its previous shining appearance.

All the gemstones gradually became dilapidated and lost their luster, and the metal parts became pitted and full of signs of time.

The last bit of power was swallowed up, and the entire crown of night made a crisp sound of "click", and it shattered directly, turning into fragments all over the place.

Luo closed his eyes, feeling part of the newly returned power, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Looking at Luo's appearance, Xiao Lan was not worried at all.

Look how happy he is smiling.

-

After solving the most important purpose of entering this game field, the two quietly left the warehouse area.

In order to confuse their own trajectories, they also went to the bar on the cruise ship for a drink, and then returned to the room unhurriedly.

By the way, I sacrificed the scepter that was auctioned before, and harvested 5000 million poverty points.

What a colorful day.

Waking up the next morning, Xiao Lan felt that the atmosphere on the boat was not right.

At breakfast, the tourists in the restaurant looked a little uneasy.

After some inquiring, I found out that there was a murder case last night. A guest who lived in a balcony room was assassinated in his room. The room was locked from the inside, but the murderer was not found.

This is the third day since the cruise ship set sail, and it is also the third day for players to enter the game.

The previous two days were enough for many people to figure out their mission goals and sidelines.

So by last night, some people probably couldn't help but make a move.

It's a pity that Xiao Lan's sideline also needs Father Michael, which prevents him from completing his mainline ahead of schedule.

Xiao Lan asked Luo: "What will happen if you don't complete your mission?"

Luo thought for a while: "Although I will be recognized as a player when I enter the game, and I will be given an identity and a mission, but if I fail to complete it, the world will not be able to punish me. Moreover, I left the game at the same time as you, As long as your mission can be completed."

After breakfast, a passenger pulled Luo to greet him, as if he wanted to get close to the rich man.

Lo smiled at him.

Xiao Lan went to the balcony one step ahead of time to get some air.

The sea breeze in the morning is mixed with the moist sea air, which makes people very comfortable.

Suddenly, Xiao Lan felt a killing intent coming from behind him, but he didn't see anyone from the corner of his eye.

However, invisibility or hiding are both skilled means for players, and not being able to see does not mean safety.

Xiao Lan pretended not to notice, but was ready to take out the [Bone of Rebellion] at any time.

At this moment, Luo, who had finished the boring greetings, came over, and when the footsteps approached, the inexplicable murderous aura disappeared.

Luo noticed Xiao Lan's vigilance: "Sir, what happened?"

Xiao Lan looked at the direction of the killing intent: "It's probably the kind of guy who likes to attack single players, and he gives up when he sees someone coming."

Even these lunatics started hunting, it seems that the short-term stability on board may be difficult to maintain.

-

At night, they headed towards the location where the bestowing ceremony had been revealed by Father Michael.

This is a very large theater.

The stage layout is quite gorgeous, even the auditorium is divided into three floors, and the lighting in the theater is also very beautifully arranged. If there is a performance here, the effect must be very good.

It's a pity that the entire theater is closed now, and there are no actors in it, only Xiao Lan and Luo who sneaked in quietly are the audience for the upcoming ceremony.

They found a hidden private room on the second floor of the theater and waited for Father Michael and Carlos to arrive.

After a while, the figure of Father Michael appeared in the theater.

He was alone and started drawing the circle with a red powder on the stage.

I don't know what kind of pheasant cult this is. It looks like it's understaffed, and I haven't seen anyone other than him appear on the stage.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, Carlos entered through the gate of the theater openly.

It doesn't mean that you need to keep a low profile to do bad things.

Behind him was a row of cool black-clothed bodyguards, all with guns in their hands, looking very unfriendly.

Among the bodyguards was a comatose teenager who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old.

This should be what they call a sacrifice.

Do these people actually want to use living sacrifices? !

Father Michael's eyes widened when he saw Carlos' big battle: "Wait...Mr. Carlos, this is different from what we said before. I didn't say that so many people can participate in the ceremony."

Carlos sat leisurely in the first row of the theater: "Then, can I ask your opinion now?"

As he said that, the bodyguards around him once again pointed their black muzzles at Father Michael.

Expressed their cordial and friendly concern and greetings.

The so-called first-time familiarity, although Father Michael panicked this time, he has made great progress: "Okay... okay, but I have to make sure that you didn't attract any attention when you came here. "

Carlos said: "Of course not. I have cleared all the surrounding area on this floor. This kind of trivial matter is easy for me. You can have a little more confidence in me."

Father Michael breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked towards the stage: "I have prepared the magic circle needed for the ceremony, and then just put the sacrifice in the middle of the magic circle, and then I will give you the spring of God, and the ceremony will be completed soon .”

"However, in order to ensure the normal progress of the ceremony, your bodyguards cannot get too close."

Hearing this, Carlos raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't say anything, just raised his hand and waved.

The bodyguards in black retreated in unison and stood a few meters away from the stage.

But they also surrounded the entire stage, and if something happened, they would take immediate action.

Only a black-clothed bodyguard, who was dressed slightly differently from the others, put the boy who had been sacrificed on the stage under the signal of Carlos, and quickly left the stage after being placed under the guidance of Father Michael. .

Seeing that everything was ready, Carlos slowly got up and walked onto the stage.

Father Michael took out a black box and took out an injection from it: "This is the fountain of God."

Xiao Lan didn't expect that the Spring of God would look so... Keeping pace with the times.

He thought it would be some kind of spring water in a gorgeous cup, but he didn't expect such a technological package.

Carlos obviously had the same question: "Is this...the fountain of God?"

Father Michael explained with a smile: "After our research and investigation, taking it directly is not as good as injecting it for absorption. Of course, if you don't like injections, Mr. Carlos, I can also find you a cup."

Carlos frowned: "Forget it, that's it, since the effect of the injection is better, let's inject it."

Anyway, whether it is drinking or injecting, it is the same thing.

The black-clothed bodyguard who came to the stage with the sacrifice seemed to want to say something.

After all, this sounds very unsafe, and who knows what three-no products are.

But seeing that his boss has already made a decision, he can't say anything to disobey the other party's opinion.

He is well aware of Carlos' worries and fears about aging, as well as his desire for immortality and youth.

And here is on the sea, it is very easy to disappear a disobedient guy.

Between the boss's safety and his own life, he resolutely gave up.

Carlos rolled up his sleeves under Father Michael's gesture, and watched with disgust as the other party injected himself with the Fountain of God in a rough way.

After the injection, Carlos straightened his sleeves and asked, "And then? What do I need to do?"

Father Michael smiled: "No, nothing to do with you."

Carlos' face sank, with the coldness that he had been in the sea of ​​blood all year round: "What do you mean?"

Father Michael smiled and said nothing.

Carlos was about to call his bodyguards, but his raised hand suddenly twitched.

Then his whole body seemed to have been electrocuted, and his whole body began to twitch uninterruptedly.

"You—" Before Carlos could snarl angrily, a huge non-human tongue popped out of his mouth, blocking what he wanted to say next.

Then, his body began to change drastically.

The originally old but still tall and straight body became muscular, stronger than the bodyguards in their prime.

The aging and sagging skin also began to regain its elasticity, and it seemed that youth was about to return to him.

But such changes did not stop, the muscles grew wildly, and soon exceeded the level that humans should have.

Through the skin, you can see the muscles wriggling as if they were alive.

"Ah—" Carlos could only growl angrily, but was blocked by the huge tongue, unable to speak any complete words.

In a very short period of time, Carlos' figure has swelled to the point where it is not human-like.

His height became as tall as two or three people, and the constantly proliferating muscles broke through the skin, forming countless sarcoma on his body, and even many tentacles protruded from his skin.

Countless faces appeared on Carlos' body.

These are his faces, some were full of elasticity when he was a baby, some were young when he was young, some were vigorous when he was young, some were deep when he was middle-aged, and some were as old and withered as before.

But what remains unchanged is that these faces are full of crazy and painful expressions.

At this time, Father Michael looked at Carlos's changes and laughed wildly: "Hahahahahahahahaha, mere mortals want the right to live forever!!!"

Carlos slapped it angrily with his already huge palm.

But Father Michael quickly dodged the blow with a speed that didn't match his fat body.

Seeing this, the surrounding bodyguards in black all pulled the trigger on Father Michael.

There was a frantic gunshot, and countless bullets poured on Father Michael's body.

After the gunpowder smoke passed, there was no trace of blood on the ground.

The bullet broke through Father Michael's clothes and the outer human skin, revealing the red scales underneath.

Because of the red scales, these bullets couldn't hurt him at all.

"What the hell are you?" asked the leading bodyguard in black.

But Father Michael didn't answer, he kicked his feet on the ground, rushed forward suddenly, and grabbed the man's head directly.

Then, under the terrified eyes of everyone, with an excited smile on his face, he squeezed hard.

The head of the bodyguard in black burst open in his hands.

Red and white splashed in all directions, sprinkled on many people.

Seeing this, the other people realized that this was not a monster they could deal with, and ran out desperately.

At this time, they have already ignored their bosses, they can find another job, and they only have one life.

What's more, the boss looks almost cold.

Goodbye boss, we will always miss the bank card numbers you added to us.

The relationship between the boss and the employees in the world is mostly plastic like this.

Seeing the bodyguards in black fleeing, Father Michael had no intention of pursuing them.

It seems that in his eyes, these guys are not important.

He casually shook off the dirt on his hands, stepped over the desolate headless body on the ground, and walked towards Carlos who was still changing.

Father Michael stuck out his forked tongue, which made his pronunciation a bit slow and unclear: "Mr. Carlos...Actually...you are the sacrifice, hahahaha..."

The author has something to say:

I saw the comment in the previous chapter that Luo is dual-core (you guys are really little geniuses),

Think of a little theater:

Luo: I'm already a dual-core man. After the upgrade, it's easy to make tea, buy vegetables, or cook.

Master: My stupid Odoudou, what strange function have you added to yourself?

Luo: This is a function that single dogs do not need.

Master: Go away.