This Cheat Is Too Much

This Cheat Is Too Much Chapter 401

After hearing William's slightly indifferent answer, the female warlock's heart instantly froze.

This sentence means...must kill me?

Enduring the burning pain in her body, she began to think desperately about how to save her life, and Jose hadn't struggled from self-reflection and regret, Dame and Xiaobai had already left first, The Hanhans with [Raging Flame Legion] went to eliminate the remaining demons, and the roofless dungeon fell into a brief silence.

A short while later, William, who had not received an answer for a long time, was a little impatient, and took the initiative to break the silence, and reached out to [pull Mia's knuckles] again.

"I repeat, hand over control of the [Altar of Flesh], I have no interest in lying to you, even if you hand over control, you must die, but if you cooperate, I can let you Die a little more happily."

Feeling the slight trembling in the vest, the complexion of ****warlock, who seemed to swell at any time, became paler.

Even after the strengthening of the demon blood, he is still a relatively weak sorcerer. If he continues to drag on, the injury will deteriorate to an irreparable level for at most twenty minutes.

She gritted her teeth, forced herself a little harder, and said, "My lord, I can hand over the control of the [Altar of Flesh], but can you spare me..."

William didn't care about her at all, a shadowy force emerged from his fingertips, and the stick in the female warlock's vest swelled a little again.

Amidst her feeble screams, William replied calmly:

"No, I already said it, you must die no matter what."

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Hearing the unquestionable firmness in his words, the female warlock said with a tragic expression:

"Since must die, then why should I hand over the [Altar of Flesh and Flesh]?"

"..."

"It seems to make some sense."

William raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "Then I will say it again, hand in hand. If you take control of the [Altar of Flesh], I will spare your life, um... maybe I will spare your life, anyway, I swear by the impossible."

After hearing his insincere assurance , I don't know if it's because of the aggravation of the injury, or because he feels hopeless to survive, the female warlock's complexion is even more gray.

She gritted her teeth, and

broke the jar and whispered: "Maybe you don't know my strength, but I'm..."

"Sixth rank Peak's taboo warlock"

William said at a moderate pace: "But the demon at hand was beaten, right?"

The female warlock was stunned for a moment, then said sternly: "Yes! If I can keep a baator or a horned demon..."

"I'll turn around and run."

William raised his eyebrows in disapproval, and pulled [Mia] 's knuckles] twisted a small half circle, and then said calmly in the scream of the female warlock:

"It's a pity you don't have it~ It's a virtue to beat the underdog, so stop talking nonsense."

William released [pulling Mia's knuckles], walked to the female warlock and squatted down, looking at her resentful eyes and said softly:

"You can also keep it. The [Altar of Flesh and Blood] is buried with me, but there is something I want to tell you.

My territory is not far from here, and there are three branches of True God Cult in Falan, right. What is the usual way of dealing with a wantonly slaughter's warlock, True God Cult, you don't need me to remind it?"

The female warlock shuddered when hearing this, other True God Cult will She is not very clear about the means, but she has really seen the means of Holy Church.

Those bastards call the process of "purifying evil" "the mercy of True God", but the process of being licked by the flames of holy light, and the process of little by little being completely consumed, the real name should be It's called "Eternal Torment". It's better to choose a happy death than the end that is hard to die, but...

"Mut kill me?"

"Must kill me?"

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The female warlock raised her head slightly, looked at William and begged bitterly:

"I can swear to Netherworld River, I will be loyal to you and your family for the rest of my life, and my body has passed through the blood of the devil. Infusion, there are at least two hundred years left to live, and maybe there is a possibility of being promoted to seventh rank, which is enough to protect your family for several generations! As long as you spare my life!”

William hearing this He pinched his chin, and was really moved by what she said.

It's not a support family, the main reason is that this guy does have the possibility of being promoted to seventh rank, and killing a seventh rank professional, even if it is only LV61, is more beneficial than killing ten LV60 professionals. More, or... fatten up the pigs before killing them?

Seeing that William seemed to be persuaded by himself, the female warlock suddenly burst into ecstasy, and hurriedly tried to stand up and continue to prove his worth.

She endured the pain and said respectfully: "In addition to protecting your family, I can also fight for you! As long as it takes four months to sacrifice a small remote town with a population of about 8,000, I will Can pull again... ah!!!"

William withdrew his fingers from [pulling Mia's knuckles], somewhat regretfully sighed.

Although the seventh rank is fragrant, but if you want to wait for this guy to advance, you must use a lot of killing and blood to pile up, although you can replace it with devil beast, but this guy's opening is 8,000 lives. Apparently it's completely broken.

Thinking of this, William's expression turned cold, he slowed down his speech resolutely and decisively, and said:

"Stop talking nonsense, and quickly transfer the control of the [Altar of Flesh] to me. , and then I'll give you a good time."

Seeing that he had made up his mind to kill himself, the female warlock's face was full of unwillingness, and she seemed to want to struggle.

But the "one-stop service" of the True God Cult Association was hanging over her head, so she had to bow her head resignedly, touched the mark on her chest, and took out a dagger from it, unwilling to do so. Reluctantly handed it over.

She was full of resentment and said:

"If you want to control the [Altar of Flesh], please provide some blood, about a cup and a half."

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William glanced at her, and reached out to take the short dagger in her quirky hand, but he didn't immediately put the knife on him, but first held the hilt and squeezed it.

[Poison Curse Demon Dagger]

[Very Poison+5][Pain+5][Chaos+1]

[Special Skill: No Healing , the wound caused by this dagger is extremely difficult to treat and will quickly necrosis]

[This is a dagger made of the corpse of the sixth rank poison curse, the handle and gauntlet are separated by the spine and the scapula respectively The shards of the sword were made of the sharp canine teeth of the poison cursed demon.

The interior of this dagger is completely hollow, hiding a highly poisonous gland that still retains its vitality. The blade is slightly rough, leaving more than ten horizontal magic lines that are invisible to naked eyes.

Once the skin of the flesh-and-blood creature is broken, these magic lines will automatically draw toxins from the poison glands inside the blade, causing unbearable severe pain, and will quickly corrode the wound, only the poisonous spell that matches the knife Only magic bile can detoxify]

Tsk...I thought you were out of money, it seems that the rotten boat also has three pounds of nails.

William curled his lips covertly, and under the extremely nervous gaze of the female warlock, he aimed the blade of the dagger at his wrist and slowly pressed it down.

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