I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Seeing the change of "God"'s posture, Xiao Lan stopped talking nonsense with it, and became fully alert.

A tense and dangerous atmosphere hovered between the two, ready to explode.

"God" took the lead in launching the attack.

A human face on it opened its mouth, and tentacles made of flesh and blood protruded from the mouth.

The speed of this tentacle was more than a little faster than the previous one, and it suddenly attacked Xiao Lan.

While dodging sideways, Xiao Lan swung out a knife, slashing fiercely at the attacking tentacles.

He used all his strength for this knife, and the tentacle was cut off by the sharp blade, fell to the ground, and was absorbed by the flesh and blood on the ground.

Soon, an identical tentacle grew out of the fracture again.

The recovery process was almost completed in the blink of an eye, it was like taking medicine.

Xiao Lan frowned slightly, feeling that it was difficult.

"God" put away his tentacles.

This time, it attacked Xiao Lan viciously with its thick, twisted and muscular claws.

The sharp claw had a speed that did not match its appearance, and it reached Xiao Lan almost instantly.

Xiao Lan switched the [Bone of Rebellion] into a shield and stood in front of him.

The huge fist hit the shield, making a huge ear-piercing rubbing sound, Xiao Lan was forced to take a step back by the opponent's force.

But luckily resisted.

The blow didn't work, and "God" showed a gentle smile again: "You are very good, but don't rebel against God, this is disrespect to God."

Xiao Lan switched back to the knife again, and rushed towards it: "Where is the pheasant god, don't add drama to yourself."

The pitch-black knife light slashed towards the "God" fiercely, leaving several deep knife marks on its arm.

If the "god" had bones, every cut would be a wound that should be deeply visible.

The "God" counterattacked angrily, waving his sharp claws and attacking Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan flexibly dodged the "God"'s attack, and every time the blade in his hand flashed, it would leave a cut on its body.

But this is not enough.

Because the wounds on the "God" can heal almost instantly, this is the lair it built, where it can regenerate infinitely.

After parrying another attack, Xiao Lan jumped back, slightly opening the distance between the two sides.

There were a few deep wounds on his body, which were left by the opponent's claws, but there were no particularly serious injuries.

This pheasant walking bird god has become much stronger than before. Not only does it have high attack and strong defense, but it also has super healing ability.

Xiao Lan's eyes sharpened, and he activated the skill:

【Name: Poverty Cannot Limit My Imagination】

[Ability: Decomposition]

Since you can regenerate, I will break it down for you and see who is faster.

This is a war between man and God, and a war between poverty and superstition.

"God" smiled: "I said, don't rebel against God. You still have the opportunity to become my believer. As long as you dedicate your devout faith and complete my test, I will bestow you with supreme glory."

What answered it was the oncoming pitch-black bone blade.

"God" waved his arms to block as before, anyway, such a wound would heal quickly.

But this time was different. Although the wound still healed, it clearly felt that part of its energy had disappeared with the appearance of the wound.

Although the energy lost by a wound is only a small part, that energy has indeed disappeared.

A tentacle attacked Xiao Lan and was cut off by his backhand.

This time, before the severed tentacles landed, they were disintegrated in mid-air and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this scene, "God" had a bad feeling in his heart.

Its power... where did it go?

Observing the slightest hesitation of the opponent, Xiao Lan was determined, and the attack poured out more violently.

The expression of "God" also became serious, and the offensive also intensified.

While dodging the attack, Xiao Lan launched a fierce attack, constantly flying tentacles were cut off, disintegrated and disappeared without a trace in the air.

Gradually, the wound recovery of "God" became slower and slower.

Taking advantage of the gap after it hit, Xiao Lan slashed out fiercely, chopping off its arm.

The severed arm disappeared in the air.

The "God" let out a sharp and miserable scream, and he no longer looked like a human being.

The half of it that originally had a human form began to be unstable, and its muscles twitched, as if the human form was about to become unstable.

"Hehe...you..." "God" glared at Xiao Lan angrily, the appearance of gentleness and love disappeared.

Xiao Lan wiped the sweat off his brow, picked up the knife and rushed over.

Countless film and television works tell us that when the boss is about to burp, don't talk nonsense with it, and taking the opportunity to make up the knife is the best choice for you, me, and everyone.

Only dead bosses are likable bosses, because only they turn into experience and rewards.

Seeing that the situation is not good, "God" intends to use his proficient sneaking skills again, and wait for it to upgrade before dealing with this guy.

However, Xiao Lan had already prepared for this. The moment its body retreated a little, the [Bone of Rebellion] in its hand switched to the form of a whip.

After upgrading, the whip became longer and more powerful, and it couldn't be more useful for arresting.

The pitch-black whip wrapped around the somewhat dilapidated body of "God", disrupting its escape plan.

Relying on the effect of the skill was still there, Xiao Lan punched the "God" hard in the chest.

With great force and the ability to decompose, this punch hit the "God" firmly, directly punching a big hole in his chest.

"God" tried to recover from his injuries, but the speed of its body regeneration was far behind the speed of decomposition.

Successive fists landed on it, quickly smashing it to pieces.

"God" has only one head left, but its vitality is still unbelievably tenacious: "I can give you eternal life—"

"Boom" was another punch, which landed mercilessly on the handsome face it had stolen.

This time, the entire head also began to decompose, slowly disappearing.

"God" struggled unwillingly: "You... have any wish, I... can..."

Before the words fell, the head had completely disappeared.

Only then did Xiao Lan turn off her skills, and said with a smile, "I want to become poorer, and you probably can't do this."

"Destroy the granting ceremony, kill the host of the god (1/1)"

"The sub-quest [God's Wrath] has been completed, and the rewards obtained have increased by 20%"

In an instant, a surge of power spread all over his body, Xiao Lan squeezed his fists, feeling the strength of his own power.

Xiao Lan looked at her poverty value with a smile on her face.

After just 6 minutes of fighting, he burned a total of 6000 million. Not only did he lose all the proceeds from the previous auction, but he also had to pay 1000 million.

Xiao Lan's smile collapsed.

Skills with no time limit are fun to use for a while, but it hurts when the poverty value is deducted. He even misses the previous 5-minute free trial version.

Fortunately, the physical enhancement brought by the branch line can make up for this pain a little bit.

With the death of the "god", the entire lair also lost its vitality.

All the muscles that had been wriggling stopped, and became ashen visibly to the naked eye. Yellow-green liquid continued to seep out, exuding a rancid smell, refreshing and urging people to urinate.

Xiao Lan covered her nose and left the area quickly.

-

A man with dreadlocks in beach shorts stepped into the storage area of ​​the Endymion.

Following the instructions of the pointer, he walked to a pile of metal slag on the ground and squatted down.

If Xiao Lan was there, he would be able to recognize that this is the place where the crown of the night was placed before, and these debris were left by the collapse of the crown after Luo absorbed the power of the fragments.

The braided man took out a flashlight and pointed it at the fragments of the crown.

Under the light of the flashlight, the debris on the ground seemed to move with their own consciousness, gradually reorganizing into the shape of a dilapidated crown.

The pale gemstones on the crown are still there, only the place where the black gemstones were originally inlaid in the middle is empty.

The man with the braids stretched out the pointer in his hand. No matter how he changed the position, the pointer firmly pointed to the original position of the gem.

He scratched his head: "Who took this thing away?"

He stood up and checked the room, and found traces of fighting.

The man with the pigtails touched his chin, put away the flashlight and pointer.

As he walked out, he took out a baseball bat-like weapon: "Anyway, are these players? Trouble, just kill them all, don't rush to clear the level..."

At this time, two players happened to come near the warehouse.

They saw someone inside, and because they didn't want to conflict with each other, neither of them entered, but chose another direction to leave.

A gust of wind blew by, but the man with the braids appeared in front of them in an instant.

He showed the crown of night in his hand, and asked, "You guys, do you know any news related to this thing?"

The two players shook their heads cautiously.

The braided man put away his crown and scratched his head: "Tsk, it's useless."

One of the players frowned: "Are you provoking us?"

The braided man raised his eyes and looked at them: "I'm just stating the facts."

The two players were enraged, and they tacitly took out their weapons.

As senior players, they don't want to make trouble, but that doesn't mean they will accept other people's deliberate humiliation.

The two have always formed a team together, and they attack very well, and they will never be afraid of fighting.

But in the next moment, only two "bang bang" sounds were heard.

The two of them fell to the ground almost at the same time, and their bodies remained motionless after they fell. Their heads had been smashed beyond recognition, and blood kept gushing out, staining the ground red.

The man with the braids leisurely held the club in his hand, his flip-flops made the sound of dragging footsteps on the ground, and gradually went away: "Tch, I'm just an advanced player..."

-

Xiao Lan left the lair exuding a wonderful fragrance, feeling that she could almost leave the game.

He took out the envelope and was about to contact Luo.

"Sir." Luo's voice came from beside him.

Xiao Lan turned around and saw Luo standing straight not far away, smiling at him.

Although the appearance of being elusive seems a bit scary, but Xiao Lan is used to it. As a non-human being, is it not very common to be elusive?

Luo looked normal, but just to be on the safe side, Xiao Lan took out a knife to check: "How is your painting skills?"

Luo: "..."

Unexpectedly, Xiaobie reunited not only failed to win the newlyweds, but also had to face such tricky questions. He really deserves to be his husband, so frank and cute.

So... how to answer?

After thinking about it, he decided to answer truthfully: "Treasure in the world."

Xiao Lan put away the knife.

Luo himself is not at fault for being unaware of his identity as a soul painter and full of self-confidence.