Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 243 The flesh and blood are weak and bitter

A scratch appeared on the armor of one of the chosen champions. This was a very insignificant thing, after all, for these battle-hardened chosen champions, their armor was as weathered as they were.

However, this was only the beginning.

On the seventh day, only the armor of the chosen champion had more scratches. On the ninth day, a broken sword blade was already stuck in the gap of the armor. On the eleventh day, the chosen champion had begun to bleed in battle.

By the fifteenth day, a chosen champion had half his arm severed in battle, and all the chosen champions realized that something was wrong.

"Quick! Too fast!"

The chosen champion, whose arm had been chopped off, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

This is not because of pain. As the chosen champions, they have long since ignored any pain. Even if their arms are cut open and their bone marrow is pulled out, they can still talk and laugh.

What truly made this chosen champion break out in a cold sweat was the battle just now.

"Too fast, these garbage collectors are improving way too fast... If I hadn't reacted quickly enough and risked injury to save my life, that garbage collector could have really killed me."

Upon hearing this, the chosen champions who had gathered around also turned serious.

Yes, they all saw the battle just now. They witnessed the terrifying combat power displayed by the junk collector wielding the bronze sword. It was as if it had been meticulously calculated. Every sword gust was precisely dodged, and every assassination attempt missed its mark. On the contrary, the bronze sword seemed to have eyes, never missing the gaps in the armor, and even several times it seemed to pierce the eyes directly through the gaps in the helmet.

Just like the chosen champion with the missing arm said, if he hadn't traded his life for his injury at a crucial moment, what was cut off now wouldn't just be a mere arm.

But just half a month ago... no, even just a few days ago, these garbage collectors were just a bunch of idiots who were easy prey for them.

"Fast, too fast."

At this moment, these chosen champions felt an inexplicable sense of urgency.

It was as if someone was chasing them.

"This isn't normal; they're also grinding for experience points."

It was at this moment that Elias slowly spoke.

"They have all received the blessing of the God of Courage, and they can all gain experience... and because of the ancient serpent that has become the God of Death supporting them, they can even be considered immortal."

“You think they are a stable source of experience, and they also regard you as a source of experience... Even if you kill them, it won't make a difference; instead, it will give them an opportunity to understand your martial arts.”

After he finished speaking, the group of chosen champions fell silent.

Yes, it was at this moment that they realized what they had been doing all this time—the level and experience of the God of Courage, even with the influence of the God of Wisdom, still needed time to develop, and it was impossible for those trash collectors to become so strong in such a short period of time.

But with the immortality granted by the ancient serpent, things might be different.

Even death can accumulate experience, something that many of the chosen warriors never even considered. After all, in their minds, battle was something that required risking one's life—in other words, once you die, you die and you lose everything.

But now...

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

The chosen champion couldn't help but turn to look at Elias.

But immediately, the chosen champion slapped himself in the face. This was nonsense; what good would it have done if he'd said it earlier? Even if he had, they wouldn't have listened anyway—after all, they were chosen champions, not a bunch of fools; how could they not understand why Elias kept quiet?

Previously, they were all greedy for the experience of those garbage collectors, and even if Elias really explained the consequences, they would not listen to him.

Only when they truly realize the gravity of the situation, as it is now, will they have the idea of ​​doing something.

Fortunately, it's not too late.

It was at this moment that Elias spoke again.

"Next time, don't be lazy. Just use the rune sword to damage their souls. If possible, destroy their souls so that they have no chance of resurrection. Don't forget what we were originally here to do."

Upon hearing this, all the chosen champions nodded in agreement.

That's true. They all remembered that the reason they chose to start the war was because these local natives had been influenced by the god of wisdom, so they wanted to kill them all before they went completely mad.

However, because they were previously engrossed in grinding experience points, they had put this matter out of their minds. They felt that killing could be put on hold and that they should focus on leveling up first.

But now...

"kill!"

The broad blade cleaved through the tattered leather armor, and also through the thin body beneath it.

The crimson runes flashing on the blade were tinged with blood, and the chosen champions could vaguely hear the wails of the dead beneath the sword.

"That should be enough."

This time, the chosen champions didn't even leave behind any corpses; instead, they simply destroyed all the bodies to eliminate any trace of them, leaving these junkyardrs no chance of resurrection.

As it turned out, they were indeed experienced enough; these junkies in their eyes, who were actually members of the Blood Chapter, were not able to be resurrected this time.

"This time, it's really impossible."

Sensing the resentment emanating from those broken souls, the four priests couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh.

During this time, they all witnessed firsthand just how insane this bloodthirsty fighting group, which was originally seen as a joke, had truly succeeded in washing away their shame with blood, and time and time again they had demonstrated their loyalty with their lives.

But who could have imagined that this time, they would actually pay with their lives?

To be resurrected, one must at least have a complete soul and the original body. But now, the souls of these warriors are shattered, and their bodies have been completely destroyed.

Clearly, using normal resurrection methods, it is impossible for them to come back to life again.

"so……"

It was at this moment that Ban, the most taciturn of the four priests, slowly spoke.

"There are some less conventional ways to revive someone, would you like to try them?"

(End of this chapter)