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Chapter 881 Mysterious Eastern Terror

First of all, the counterfeiter who got the holy relics had no faith at all, and even shook the holy relics in his hands to induce Adam's head to move around, although it was solemn and weird.

To be honest, the weird smile on the forger's face was more terrifying than the sudden movement of Adam's corpse.

It was as if he had found new happiness.

The remaining holy relics naturally fell into the hands of other foreigners, and they all had a red mark on their bodies corresponding to the piercings on Adam's body.

The Dragon Fist and the Little Angel had their left and right wrists, respectively, while Greenland and the Forger had their left and right insteps. Since Greenland's feet were cat paws, she had to pick through the fur to find them.

"Stigmata?"

Blaze subconsciously touched his eyes. Although he couldn't feel them through the mask, he could feel the warmth in his eyes.

But unlike the stigmata that would attract the gaze of Adam's corpse to the strangers, Adam did not look at him.

Judging from the results of the stigmata identification, these stigmata don't look like good things. The strong luck is good, so good that these four people have the opportunity to suffer for Adam, so that Adam can be free.

In this way, these four people will become the targets of Adam's soul.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect things to turn out like this."

"Isn't this a good thing?" Greenland shrugged. She was so hungry and thirsty that she wished a powerful boss would come to her.

Other strangers also said that they were fine. The counterfeiter was touching the holy relics in his hand, and the corners of his mouth were almost grinning to the corners of his eyes.

Blaze certainly knew that danger was a good thing for strangers, and he was just saying it for his own good intention.

"What about this torso?"

"Continue chopping?" The little angel drew out the flaming sword again, as if he would continue chopping as long as Blaze nodded.

Beneath this veritable little angel appearance, there seems to be a great darkness hidden.

"Actually... I have a question." Blaze stiffly changed the subject, "In your world, what is the ending of the Son of God who ascended to heaven?"

"Uh... no, actually, he taught mankind, spread faith, and finally suffered and died. He was fulfilled. Then, just like a victory, he wandered around here and there, and finally spent every day in heaven with God."

Greenland gave the most troublesome answer, but it was that everything was possible except death, and not only that, he was free, but he could not stop the process.

"Then we can't let Adam's soul successfully ascend to heaven. We now need some method that can make Adam's soul... at least not do evil."

Blaze's words stumped the players. After all, the enemies that died in their hands would basically only end up with their souls torn to pieces. There was no chance to go through this process over and over again.

After discussing for a long time, the only answer was to wait for Adam to be resurrected and then kill him, so that they, as the blessed ones, could turn Adam's thing into delicious experience points.

But this obviously does not conform to the idea of ​​Blaze who proposed this task. [Resurrecting Adam and then killing Adam] is a very bad strategy, and it may also result in a loss of favorability.

"How about trying other hells in mythology?" the counterfeiter said calmly, raising his thumb and pointing to the square world behind him.

"There are three hells that have clearly emerged."

The forger raised three fingers. "Helm is not an option, because Adam's death did not look like he was murdered, but rather a result of a fierce battle. The Underworld is not an option, because there is only the Styx River and a ferryman there, with no guards or binding force."

"What we need is [eternal damnation], a hell with no escape precedent, a place where one can only enter but never leave."

"There is only one such hell. In the belly of Amit, the souls of the wicked will be completely digested in its stomach."

"Nile's hell?" Blaze thought the idea was feasible, but Greenland poured cold water on him.

"Amit... can that guy do it? The Ogre and the Ripper were eaten by Amit before, but they just burst out of his stomach."

"That's because the totem is incomplete."

Blaze was startled by the forger's words and subconsciously clenched his fists.

"I once asked Tiet when the gods corresponding to the tomb-guarding beasts would return. Tiet's answer was the moment when the mythical totem was restored."

"There seem to be some patterns hidden on the surface of this world, and in the upheaval of the world, some of the patterns have been destroyed, and the corresponding gods and functions have become ineffective as a result."

"And the totem associated with Amit seems to have been unfortunately located right at that crack, and was therefore damaged."

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The other strangers listened with great interest. The counterfeiter was the type who was immersed in his own world and only pursued his own enjoyment, so he didn't care about the content of the special intelligence being disclosed.

The stars twinkling in the eyes of the strangers made Blaze loosen his fists, and the haze in his heart also disappeared because of the strangers' enthusiastic look.

Don't let your current self be distorted for a result that you don't know whether it exists or not. And the old senior who [was too busy with something and lost something important] was hung on the tree by his own hands.

"The scales have lost their feathers, and the god of judgment has lost his fair heart." Blaze cleared his throat and said loudly, "Strangers, go explore the totem incarnations that were born from the upheaval on earth!"

"They are the memory of the earth, the stories that will be passed down through the ages, and the fragments of the world!"

"Oh oh oh oh——" Greenland and the little angel clapped subconsciously. What a perfect Riddler-style way of exploring the world. They didn't understand a single word, so what they said was as good as nothing.

"So we have to sew his mouth shut?" The little angel raised his hands, his face full of innocence.

"I heard from mysterious Eastern legends that as long as the victim's mouth is sewn shut, the victim will not be able to tell the gods of the underworld."

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, because of the little angel's words, even Blaze felt that at this moment he was like a vicious villain who killed people to silence them.

"I also heard that if you bury a person upside down, you can..."

"Alright, alright, that's enough!" Blaze waved his hands hastily to stop them. "We don't need to block his mouth, because once that mouth starts talking it's probably sentencing him to death. And we don't need to bury it upside down, to avoid making things worse."

"I see..." The little angel showed a regretful expression and whispered, "I've been fascinated by these things recently, but this kind of horror involving cultural dissemination is somewhat region-locked. I was wondering if I could give it a try, but it turns out this place is also locked. What a pity..."

As he spoke, the little angel raised his head, showing a bright smile, with a nail that was shining with cold light in his hand.

"Then at least let me stick a few silver needles into his body. I heard that if you seal the acupuncture points, he won't turn into a corpse."

(End of this chapter)