This puppeteer is not normal

Chapter 584
On the battlefield among the spirit species, due to the lack of fire support, everyone on the Lilith side can face the opponent with the most relaxed posture.

The Lilith was also freed up, and finally all the spirit species also enjoyed the benefits of fire support.

The pirates were crushed and retreated steadily. After a while, two people were seriously injured.Thanks to the tyrannical vitality of the spirit seed, he would not die on the spot, but this kind of injury may not be discussed in the future.

Just when everyone gradually saw the dawn of victory, the expression of the old man behind him who manipulated the spell changed drastically.

"Oops! The control spell is broken! That thing is out of control!"

Even so, except for the old man, the others didn't pay much attention to it.

After all, it's just a spell, and if it gets out of control, it will get out of control. When they finish dealing with the pirates in front of them, wouldn't it be easy for everyone to come together to solve a small spell?

They just felt that the old man was sorry for the expenditure of this battle, but they would compensate him afterwards.

But these people don't know the horror of the cursed object, but the old man knows it well. At this moment, he only feels like his whole body is falling into a cellar of ice, and his limbs are cold.

He found that piece of meat in the ruins of an ancient village.

At the beginning, he cooperated with a group of people to go deep into the dense forest, explore the mysteries and find opportunities, and then found the dead village.

This village was originally a remnant of the Fa Wang Ji period, and it is now very dilapidated beyond recognition.The old man and his team conducted a survey without any hope.

They found that the people in that village seemed to have immigrated from the Black Continent.

It just so happened that the old man had learned the ink color language superficially, and read some vague descriptions in the leftover records of that village.

Great war, troubled times, witch curse, suffering, curse god, death, escape, migration.

From just a few words, the old man felt an indescribable panic.

At that time, a team member found a temple, and in a shrine in the deepest part, there was such a piece of meat engraved with the word "pain".

There is a terrifying curse condensed on it, just looking at it, one always feels that something unfortunate is about to happen.

The seal bands on the meat piece were not made by the old man, the first few strips were already there.

But the timing of their arrival was indeed unlucky, just at the point when the seal was on the verge of expiring.

Their team suffered a disaster. One person was forcibly taken away by the cursed object, and then began to kill.

Fortunately, the cursed object was reborn from the flesh, lacking in energy, and urgently needed to replenish negative energy, but there were only a few people in the team at the time, and the strongest negative emotion in their hearts at that time was undoubtedly fear, and fear was not what this cursed object needed of.

Although the cursed object was strong, it was weak after all, and the team finally subdued it after suffering heavy casualties.

The old man re-engraved the spell on the sealing strap and sealed it again.

Afterwards, the team disbanded, no one dared to touch the piece of meat, and finally left it to the old man.

Over the long years, the old man has broken through the spiritual seed through exploration and accumulation, and successfully collected new materials and research on spells halfway through, putting layers of shackles on the meat and barely driving it.

However, even though the old man became a spirit seed, after using it in the next two crises, he still deeply felt the extraordinary origin of this curse.

Even one of them, due to the large number of people present, almost caused the cursed object to go out of control, causing a tragedy.

Most of the old man's attempts were to strengthen the seal and control of this cursed object, but it is undoubtedly a big gamble to use it on the sea and surrounded by pirates.

But now it seems that he lost the bet.

The favorite negative emotion of this spell, just like the words engraved on it, is "pain".

And the pirates are the desperadoes who suffer themselves and always like to bring pain to others.

With so many pirates around and so much food, after the cursed object is out of control, its strength will be fully replenished, and then...

Thinking of this, the old man's complexion was already pale, and the wrinkles on his face were crinkled together.

He wanted to remind everyone, but seeing the appearance of the people around him, it was obvious that he couldn't listen.

"Something went wrong..." the old man murmured.

The next moment, a gust of sinister wind swept across with an ominous breath, blowing the skirts of everyone.

Everyone felt some kind of uncomfortable breath.

The old man's eyes widened, this aura was too familiar to him.

Continuously there are purple silk threads, which are pulled and stripped from the surroundings, and gather in one direction.These are the manifestations of negative emotions.

There is also the title of "shadow" in the Golden Continent.

They are shadows of sapient beings, leftovers left behind and, in some cases, exploited by beings.

Shadows may not be able to swallow light.

Swish!
A figure flew over quickly from a distance.

The posture is not very good-looking, it looks like it was thrown over by force.

A spirit species that was persistently fighting pirates was having a good time, when he caught a glimpse of a black shadow approaching from the corner of his eye, and was about to bounce it away as soon as he turned his moves.

Bang!
But after a muffled sound, there was no real feeling of knocking things into the air.

The thing stuck to his hand.

A skinny figure with disheveled hair and ragged clothes grabbed his thick arm and leaned most of his body on his body.Turning his head and looking, there were no facial features on the other party's face, only a distorted ink-colored text deeply embedded in the blood - "pain".

"It hurts……"

Whispers came from the ghostly figure.

The spirit species suddenly felt unbearable pain from all over his body, as if ants were scurrying around in his body, nibbling and transporting his flesh and blood, and as if every nerve of his was being finely chopped by a sharp knife. It's like a deep sea of ​​fire, and it's like being buried alive in the ground, trapped in the deep sea.

All kinds of pain are inflicted on the body.

The feeling that life is worse than death broke through the tolerance threshold of the spirit species level in an instant.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Caught off guard, a Spirit Seed collapsed.

The reason is simply because it hurts too much.

Everyone, including the pirates, stopped their hands at this moment. Seeing this horrifying and unimaginable scene, they couldn't help pulling back.

"What is this?"

"Curse, such a strong curse!"

As soon as the curse was mentioned, everyone immediately reacted and looked at the old man who was already trembling with fear.

"This is your curse object?!"

"Are you kidding! Is this kind of thing really a curse?"

"Where did you get this thing!"

It is difficult for everyone to accept.

I really didn't care much at first, but now I saw an existence of the same level being tortured to collapse in an instant, and the strength of the other party was still expanding.

The fear of not wanting to fight has risen in everyone's heart.

"The Suffering Curse... This is the name of the curse on this cursed object according to my investigation. In the long past, the man-made curse god that once ravaged the Black Continent, the flesh of the Suffering Curse God." The old man said dully.

　pit filling
　　
　
(End of this chapter)