Chapter 440
"Little bro, do you feel irritated and nauseous, as if something is sharing your life with you?" Killer J's figure walked out from a cluster of blades. He had already given up on his body, as his current body was composed entirely of killing intent. As long as there was killing intent, he could freely form a body.
"This is your doing!" Meng Luo anxiously asked. He had already checked his body, the power of sacrifice had seeped into every corner of his body, followed by countless probing incantations. Regardless of whether it was poison or some sort of ordinary sacrificial incantation, he should have been able to find out, but the truth was that there wasn't even the slightest anomaly.
"You're …" Killer J took out a stethoscope from somewhere, wearing a white coat and spoke with a serious expression: "You're pregnant!"
"What?" Meng Luo's thoughts froze. For Meng Luo to understand, the word 'pregnant' was the truth, allowing Meng Luo to instantly understand the meaning of 'pregnant'. He then realized that he had been fooled by Killer J again.
His aura howled as he transformed into a human-shaped serpent, more and more power was gathering towards him.
Meng Luo's [Protagonist Aura] had already been mostly unfurled. As the Lord of All Things, the King of All Living, the power he could wield was immense.
From Killer J's perspective, Meng Luo was only at the peak of the second stage of release, but after completely releasing all restraints and receiving the power of the Ancestral Desolate, his power had skyrocketed to the level of the third stage of release. At the same time, he had entered a unique state where his power was able to harmonize with the laws of the world around him, allowing him to exert 300% of his power.
In Meng Luo's eyes, this was his trump card. He had borrowed the beast tooth to explore the world, then finally comprehended the Profound Meaning: God is Mine. In this state, his senses had completely detached from his body, as if he had entered the Ancestral Desolate, borrowing the Ancestral Desolate's control over the outer world to give him the feeling of being in control of the entire world.
It was as if a God had taken up residence in his body, and he wielded the authority of a God.
In this state, he was able to exert the power of the Grand Priest, as well as a few abilities that he didn't even know how to counter.
"Die!" Meng Luo was now able to observe the essence of Killer J's existence. His body was made up of strands of crimson killing intent that permeated his surroundings, even deep within Space-Time itself, while his soul existed within a unique space created by these strands of killing intent.
What you kill is always the murderous aura he manifests in the world, but the murderous aura will be replenished in an instant, and his soul will always be safe and sound.
"That's what you get for toying with me. You're not being serious about our battle. Now, die!" Meng Luo was startled. In his eyes, Killer J was indeed terrifying, but the other party had clearly underestimated him. His strength had abruptly skyrocketed, and he had seen through Killer J's true nature, caught him off guard, and killed him!
Everything around him seemed to be under his control. The murderous aura was instantly destroyed by his will.
Countless scarlet blades exploded at the same time. Meng Luo's body seemed to have turned into a beam of light. Borrowing the extraordinary senses of the [God is Within Me], he grasped the space where Killer J's soul was when the killing intent split apart. Carrying an unstoppable and ferocious force, he charged in with unstoppable momentum.
The moment he entered through the door, a great terror emerged in Meng Luo's heart. The beast tooth he had buried in his chest instantly shone brightly, and a force forcefully pulled him out.
From the void of space, a blood-curdling maw appeared in front of Meng Luo's eyes, abruptly snapped his right hand and a large amount of power, then swallowed them whole.
The bloody maw then turned into a small metal door that slowly disappeared, only to be caught by Killer J with one hand.
"You think you're the only one who can cheat?" Killer J ignored the strong resistance of the metal door and threw it into his crotch. Trying to run after offending me, Killer J? Even if you're a door, there's no way!
Meng Luo was sweating profusely as he urged the power of sacrifice and his own vitality, wanting to regrow his hand. However, he felt as if that hand did not exist in his life, and that power had also been completely lost.
This sense of incompleteness caused Meng Luo's mind to fall into a state of torment. His originally tanned face was now deathly pale, he clenched his teeth and activated his life-saving ability.
His body turned illusory and a huge snake jumped out from his original position. After that, it turned into a ray of light and disappeared. He disintegrated his body into the totem and then went to the Ancestral Wasteland. After that, he went to other places through the ancestral wasteland.
This powerful life-saving ability was also the reason why he dared to act so recklessly.
Killer J didn't chase after him, because a great pressure had surged towards him, forcing his entire body to the ground, causing the ground to turn into a spider web. His killing intent caused his body to warp and distort, as a surge of power surged into his body, wanting to drag him out from his hiding spot, as well as that door.
"I'm the scapegoat again!!"
In the next moment, a similar power diverted all of the power, and in a silent place, the two enormous wills were crazily clashing.
"You deserve to die!" The Desolate's will became berserk, affecting countless other Desolate, as if there was an injured beast roaring in their hearts.
"That's not up to you" Negri and the tyrannical will of the Desolate were clashing, but his own will remained as calm as ever. Desolate were still Desolate, so what if they were the accumulated wisdom of the previous generations of Desolate? Backwardness was still backwardness.
"Who gave you the courage to place the Protagonist in my territory?" Negri continued to provoke the Desolate's will. He knew very well what the other party was thinking, it was nothing more than absolute. The [Protagonist Aura] had been activated to such an extent that it was time for him to do something, hoping to use the Protagonist Aura to gain some advantages for himself.
This kind of thinking could only be described as foolish, as well as underestimating Negri. He had purposely placed Yun Yi on the frontlines and gave Yun Yi quite a bit of authority. He was testing whether the Desolate's will could resist this temptation or not, but it couldn't.
Yun Yi had surpassed the fate of a supporting character, combined with Negri's previous arrangements, under the control of Killer J, the divine artifact The Unreachable Gate had transformed into, and with the help of a third of the will of Negri's world, he had arranged a ritual to steal Meng Luo's Protagonist Aura.
Furthermore, the bite from The Unreachable Gate didn't just take away a hand and a portion of its power, Meng Luo's [Protagonist Aura] was also drawn out, devoured, and thrown to Yun Yi.
It was also because of that Protagonist Aura that Negri revealed a small opening, allowing the Desolate's will to attack Killer J.
"Looks like I'm going to be annoyed by that guy again." Negri was also feeling a bit helpless towards Killer J. He was the embodiment of his chaotic and unreasonable side, and they shared a deep connection. Every time that guy was wronged and made a scapegoat, he would always put on a pitiful and tearful expression in his mind.
Especially after this guy obtained the divine artifact The Unreachable Gate, Negri couldn't ignore him even if he wanted to, as he would always be able to find a suitable place to put on a pitiful expression.
Naturally, this was also Negri's hobby. Killer J's use of The Unreachable Gate would always provide Negri with inspiration, and it was only through helplessness that he would be able to notice his own shortcomings and continue to improve. In the end, he would capture that annoying guy and torture him for a bit, which was also a kind of hobby.
"On the 27th of September, Big Black pressed me down and rubbed against me, I, Killer J, will remember this grudge!" After writing down his diary, Killer J was about to find a place that Negri had yet to discover and express his feelings of grievance to him when an ominous feeling suddenly welled up in his mind.
"Why do I feel like I've been marked down?" Killer J trembled, then chuckled: "Boss wouldn't hold a grudge, would he? Perhaps, perhaps he definitely wouldn't, just like how I, Killer J, never hold a grudge"
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