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Volume 2 The Road to Promotion Chapter 50 1 Gu Insect

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    Stygian Pact

    Producer: Jonathan Blood Flame

    Composition: Beast skin, essence, blood

    Rarity: light blue

    Information: In this contract, a trace of the maker's own remnant soul is imprisoned to show his sincerity.  Once the contract comes into effect, it cannot be reneged upon within a limited period of time.  Because the contract holder has the ability to deprive the creator of all abilities and even the soul.  As punishment for breach of contract.

    Explanation: This is a very sad 'deed of sale'.  When you enter the tomb of King Allen, the contract will automatically take effect.  The maker will follow you unconditionally and obey all the commands of the holder.

    Note: During this period, this poor and pathetic guy will exist in the form of a summoned creature.  You can view his information at will.

    On this animal skin, there are big blood-colored dragons and snakes winding and stroking one by one. The bright red is dazzling, and it feels sad and terrifying. It is shocking!  Even a mage apprentice who is new to magic can detect the powerful blood flowing in it.  Faintly, there seemed to be a translucent little person wailing and roaring between these bloody words.  Trying to break free!  If you look closely, you can see that this little guy has all the facial features, just like the Jonathan in front of him.  As if carved from the same mold.

    After the end of the world, the theocratic era of Noah's continent has entered dusk, and the former glory of God's mansion no longer exists.  But most of the creatures here still have extremely firm beliefs.  In the past, this kind of oath and contract.  They all point to one or more gods and swear to them.  A trace of divine thought will appear from somewhere, and the contract will take effect.  However, when it comes to restraint, it is still too vague and pale after all. The stronger the strong, the more they know, and it is inevitable that there will be a trace of doubt about gods and demons.  Even among mortals, there will be one or two outliers who insist on atheism.  Since I don¡¯t really believe it.  This paper deed is naturally empty talk and has no effect at all.  And the contract in front of me is very vicious.  Similar to self-mutilation.  But the efficiency is extremely high.  And it's also very direct.  It's the same as exposing yourself in front of your eyes.  And it is left to the mercy of the contract holders.  In this case, the distance between them will undoubtedly be narrowed invisibly.  It can also dispel many unnecessary doubts.

    "However, to be able to write such a 'deed of sale', this guy is really a bachelor!"  This requires a lot of determination.  His original intention is also to save his own destiny.  However, the price is to give up freedom.  It's so sad.  Even if you can foresee some scenes of the future.  But after all, I didn¡¯t see it with my own eyes.  How could I be infected by this real and fake picture and lose my true heart.  If it were me, I would fight for it no matter what, instead of being so superstitious.  Indiscriminate medical treatment.  Moreover, as the contract holder, I must be more vicious.  By using this as cannon fodder, this guy is digging his own grave.  Even if it's better, every move he makes is still under my control.  It is tantamount to losing all rights to freedom and autonomy.  He is just a puppet at the mercy of others.  As long as you accidentally take a wrong step, you will fall to pieces and be destroyed forever.

    Phil picked up the contract and folded it carefully.  Take it into your arms.  At the same time, a glimmer of realization emerged in my heart: This person believed too much in cause and effect, and regarded the incomplete pictures as the Bible.  I firmly believe that major events in life will proceed according to the predicted destiny.  I really don¡¯t know whether to call him stupid or smart.

    There is no need to say more about what happens next.  Now that the defense line between each other has been torn apart.  We have already been honest with each other, so naturally there is no need to resort to any hidden methods.  Phil immediately assigned t-x to bring back Barry and the guarded ear.  As the host, Jonathan did not break his promise.  He immediately found an old man with a thin face, a gray beard, and countless colorful paintings on his body.  Under the watchful eyes of Phil and others, this old man, who was leaning on crutches and even trembling when he walked, touched the half-dead Barry up and down, and muttered a few words of Chabert to himself.  Yu, looking very reluctant.  Then he took out a small gourd and poured out some small silver beetles with sharp mouthparts that looked like steel cones.  He just pinched it between two fingers and stabbed Barry hard.

    Charlie¡¯s expression changed, he couldn¡¯t help but grabbed the old man¡¯s skinny palm, and asked: ¡°What are you going to do!¡±

    The old man rolled his eyes and ignored him. He turned his head and asked Jonathan: "Can it be cured? If not, I will leave."

    "Of course we need to treat him," Jonathan said quickly. "Dear witch doctor Berufar, this outsider doesn't understand the rules. Please don't take offense."

    The old man glanced at him, snorted coldly, and said unceremoniously: "Jonathan, you kid, just take it easy, I've let you do whatever you want to make the outpost a mess over the years. Now you are openly treating these foreigners  Bring it in. This is simply outrageous. You are trying to destroy all the rules passed down by our ancestors! Remember, onlyThis time.  Don't come to me again next time!  "

    Phil also understood that these ferocious-looking silver beetles can actually be regarded as a kind of magic props.  But it is a special insect called the 'Bordeaux Medical Bug'.  It can enter the injured person's body along the blood vessels, absorb the injuries and illnesses in the injured person's body, and then transfer them to oneself.  Make the wounded heal.  Very magical.  No wonder Jonathan has such a big mouthpart.  Hold this treasure in your hand.  It's like carrying bundles of red potion and golden sore medicine in the game.  Naturally confident.  Of course, only the Shabot witch doctor who cultivated them or someone approved by the witch doctor can control these silver beetles.  Otherwise, it is possible that the medical insect that cures all diseases will lose control and turn into a heart-eating and bone-eating monster insect!  Understanding this, Phil also stopped Charlie and signaled with his eyes not to act rashly.

    In fact, this kind of silver beetle is also very cunning. Once it comes into contact with flesh and blood, its previously sluggish body immediately becomes excited.  Like a powerful drill, it penetrated deeply into it. In the blink of an eye, it had entered Barry's body, and a floating bulge appeared outside the body surface.  At first glance, it is very scary!

    In the past ten minutes, Barry, who had been in a coma, suddenly opened his eyes, and with a "wow" sound, he vomited a very thick black blood clot in his mouth, and immediately there was a pungent smell.  Barry's pale face also showed a hint of relief.  It seems to be very useful.

    Phil looked at it for a while and breathed a sigh of relief.  Jonathan didn't lie to him.  The witch doctor does have two brushes.  It really healed Barry.

    The old man looked at it for a while, then picked up the wine bowl and took a sip of wine. He puffed and sprayed all the wine on his skinny palm. When he turned his palm again, the flames immediately burst into flames.  Then he raised his palm and slapped, slap, slap, slaps all over Barry's body.  Strange to say, the old man slapped and slapped him randomly.  Those floating bulges seemed to have been summoned and crawled out along the previous entrance.  These Bordeaux medical bugs look no different from before.  Even the silver light on his body was dim and filthy, and even his movements became much weaker.  The old man felt distressed and put the beetles back into the gourd.  Just about to leave.  Jonathan pulled him back with a sneer on his face, pointed at Charlie next to him, and said, "There is another one here"
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