An invincible journey starting from a different race

Going back ten minutes, Kent, hiding in the corner, howled to the sky.

"It's over, it's really over now." Kent muttered, "If I go back now, the dean will kill me."

Half a day ago, Kent's uncontrollable shell hit the face of the church legion commander Amat, and almost triggered a war between the two most powerful forces in this land - Deya Academy and the church.

In fact, they did fight, although it was not that brutal... but it was also a very bad signal.

Kent didn't dare to go back to the college when he thought that the relationship between the two sides would become worse because of his attack.

If Deya College and the Church really go to war, what would his shot be called?

Firing the first shot against the church?

Damn it, I don’t dare to think about it anymore. I really don’t dare to think about it anymore.

Then he is really a sinner through the ages.

...It's all that guy's fault!

That stinky hairy bear!

Kent felt so angry when he thought of Bruce.

He is not a fool, how could he not know that it was Bruce's doing? After all, that guy disappeared immediately after doing the trick, which was obviously planned.

Okay, very good. Since you want to play like this, I don’t have to pretend to be a gentleman anymore.

"Click" sound.

Kent also untied his belt and then gathered his magic power.

Don't forget, he is a senior professor in Yedeya College, mastering countless curses and forbidden books.

He has nine ways to quietly take revenge on Bruce, nine in total!

But he didn't intend to use it, because Kent always believed in giving people a taste of their own medicine.

Therefore, Kent once again strengthened the curse connection that Abel had placed on him and Bruce, directly linking the essence of the two together.

"Haha, you like to attack me with sudden surprise, don't you?" Kent looked down at his great sword, the smile on his face gradually becoming cruel. "Then I'll let you experience what it's like to fire a cannon at will!"

Then, he grasped the hilt of the sword resolutely!

At that moment, he seemed to have grasped the future.

This is my revenge on you, Bruce!

Just watch it for me!

……

puff!

A mouthful of thick ink sprayed onto Gan Qiu's unsuspecting face, shocking him greatly.

As a thief, he was not good at attacking from the front, but rather at sneaking up on people from behind. So, Stank and Jer were very experienced and restrained Reinhardt from the front, allowing Ganqiu to sneak up behind him silently.

Just as he was about to use the knife, a ball of ink suddenly spurted out of Reinhardt's third eye, which made Ganqiu a little confused.

"What kind of self-defense mechanism is this?" Gan Qiu was very worried. "Damn it, this ink is not poisonous...huh?"

Before Gan Qiu could start to worry about whether Reinhardt's ink was poisonous, he found that Reinhardt himself seemed to be more worthy of attention.

I don't know when it started, but Reinhardt had lost the will to fight. He just covered his lower abdomen with his hands, his face pale, and barely resisted the attacks of Stank and Jer, still muttering to himself.

"What the hell is going on? I can't hold it back anymore...ah, it's coming again~"

puff!

Ganqiu was hit head-on again.

It stinks!

……

The Siren Mermaid also noticed that Reinhardt was not in the right state and whispered, "This is an opportunity. Perhaps we can fuse with Lady Rusalka and deal him a fatal blow..."

At this time, the weak voice of the Merlo Mermaid came from behind her: "Um, sister..."

"What's wrong?" The Siren Mermaid, who was nervously watching the battle, had no time to respond to her sister. She said impatiently, "If you have something to say, just say it."

"Something seems to be wrong with this guy named Bruce."

"What's wrong with him?" The Siren mermaid still didn't turn around.

“I don’t know how to describe it,” the mermaid says, “but there are little white fountains beneath him.”

367 I am... Patrick!

Because Bruce's reaction was too scary, Aesop had to stop supporting the three people on the sea and ran back to look at Bruce.

It is indeed a white fountain.

Thinking of Reinhard who was madly spraying ink in the sea, Aesop quickly made a deduction.

"That guy did it!" Aesop pointed at Reinhardt and said, "He's still cursing Bruce."

This immediately made the fighting trio even more angry.

"You bastard! Come at us if you dare, not the wounded!"

"Yes, go after us, not the wounded!"

"Looking at your thick eyebrows and big eyes, I thought you were a hero, but I didn't expect you to be such a despicable and shameless person!"

The three people's foul-mouthed attacks made Reinhardt so angry that the whole person... oh no, the whole octopus was not in a good mood.

What the hell is this got to do with me?! It was clearly you, a bunch of despicable land creatures, who were plotting against me! Now you're putting the blame on me. Do you have any shame?

But Reinhardt had no way to refute it. After all, to refute it would be like admitting that he had fallen for their trick, and that would ruin his reputation. So Reinhardt could only pretend he hadn't heard it and then intensify his offensive against the trio.

However, he was truly powerless now. He didn't know what was happening to his body, but he continued to spray ink. Spraying ink was fine, but with each spray, he could clearly feel his strength draining away. This continuous, frantic running was like a floodgate draining his strength.

What's going on. !

Reinhardt was really going crazy.

If Reinhardt had not fallen into this strange state, he would have gotten rid of the three fleas in front of him long ago.

While these guys were powerful, they shouldn't have posed any threat to him at this point. Yet, he was temporarily helpless against them, which infuriated Reinhardt immensely. The one who infuriated him most was the smaller man, who, instead of coming directly to him, resorted to underhanded tactics. He would periodically stab him in the back of the buttocks. While he couldn't break his defenses yet, it still irritated Reinhardt. Especially since after each stab, he would withdraw the dagger, lick it sinisterly, and say, "My dagger is poisoned... Ugh, Ugh, Ugh."

Not knowing whether the knife was really poisonous or it was just an illusion, Reinhardt gradually felt his buttocks stiffening, as if anesthetic had been applied.

It can't go on like this!

If this continues, no matter how much blood I have or how thick my skin is, I will be beaten to death by these guys.

One of them must be dealt with as soon as possible.

Reinhardt decided to attack these guys directly in the vital parts.

Although he wasn't a land creature, he knew that these guys' vulnerable parts were from the chest up. However, as a seasoned adventurer, Reinhardt noticed that they all took good care of their upper bodies, and didn't pay much attention to their lower bodies.

But don’t you have any weaknesses in your lower body?!

I had already discovered that the guy lying unconscious on the beach, spraying a white fountain, was obviously their weakness.

As long as you find the weakness, you can deliver a fatal blow!

So, Reinhardt deliberately exposed himself, allowing Stank and Jer's attacks to succeed and allowing Ganchu to stab him in the buttocks again. He didn't resist, which made the three believe that Reinhardt was almost exhausted. Therefore, their retreat was not as timely as expected, especially Ganchu, who took an extra stab.

It's now!

Reinhardt deliberately hid a thinner tentacle under Ganqiu's route in advance, and then when Ganqiu retreated, it suddenly jumped out from under the sea.

"Ganqiu!"

"be careful!"

By the time Stank and Jer found out, it was already too late, and the tentacles straightened up and attacked Ganqiu's lower body.

Gan Qiu was startled, and then he did a huge split almost as a conditioned reflex.

Great, the weakness is exposed!

Reinhardt controlled the tentacles and rushed directly towards Ganqiu's weak point, as if he wanted to give Ganqiu a crippling blow.

And then... the dense tentacles flew over Gan Qiu's pants almost sticking to the inside of his thigh.

Nothing was touched.

Reinhardt was completely stunned.

Why is this happening? !

This guy, he actually, he actually...

There are no weaknesses!

Reinhardt felt deeply puzzled, but because he was distracted, he did not notice a figure leaping high behind him.

"Reinhardt!" Rusalka, who had completed the Fusion Summoning with Aesop's help, swung her giant sword down like a goddess of war. "This will be your burial place!"

Rusalka?!

Although Reinhardt reacted quickly enough after hearing the sound, he was still a step too slow, and one-third of his body was chopped off by Rusalka's giant sword.

The blood spurted out, and Reinhardt roared like a wild beast in pain.

Seeing this, Rusalka wanted to seize the opportunity to pursue Reinhard directly. However, she didn't expect Reinhard to suddenly unleash a powerful magical force, which directly knocked everyone around him away. Among them, Ganqiu flew the farthest. If Aesop hadn't used magic to absorb the force in time, he would probably have been half-crippled from the fall.

"You guys... are good, really good." Reinhardt breathed heavily, a ferocious smile on his face. "You made me... bleed. I haven't bled in a long time. This is good, really good."

Reinhardt dragged his almost half-crippled body and slowly stood up.

"I also want to thank you, Rusalka." Reinhardt looked at Rusalka with a ferocious smile on his face. "Only pain like this can make me understand what I should do and help me get rid of the negative state I just felt."

With Reinhardt's reminder, everyone also noticed that he had stopped spraying ink.

In other words, is this guy finally going to use his full strength?

"I... am tired of this game." Reinhardt slowly raised his hand. "Just like that, I'll get rid of all of you."

The moment Reinhardt finished speaking, a cyclone of magical energy, even more intense than the previous shock wave, appeared in the palm of his hand.

Rusalka saw what he was planning and said quickly, "Stop him! He wants to gather the power of the Deep Sea believers!"

"It's useless!" Reinhardt laughed crazily. "You have no way to resist me in the ocean. As long as I'm here, my power is endless!"

When the magic cyclone appeared, a scene that looked like the end of the world emerged on the coast.

Even Demia and Death Abyss on the side were getting restless and ready to take action.

"My believers, shout my name!" Reinhardt raised his hands high, "I am your Lord, dedicate everything you have to me! I am..."

At this moment, Aesop, who had not taken any action for a long time, suddenly said, "Patrick."

“…Patrick!”

Then, the power of faith was collected from the sea and gathered in the clouds.

All of this fell on Aesop.

Stop waving your 368 in front of me, you bastard!

Pie, Patrick?!

Reinhardt's mind was in a mess, and he somehow blurted out the name.

When he first recited the name, Reinhardt was only slightly surprised that his mind had been disturbed at such a moment, but he didn't pay much attention to it. After all, collecting power from believers wasn't something that could be done with just a random name. Even after the other party had painstakingly made him recite the name, he still couldn't absorb the power.

It was simple, because in order to absorb the power of faith, one must be a carrier of faith. For example, the former Ocean Ancestor, and now himself - the Ocean Ancestor.

Therefore, if one wants to seize his power, he must find a carrier with the same power of faith, and he cannot have too much of his own power of faith in his body. Otherwise, the two different powers of faith will clash in his body and instantly burst the carrier's body.

In other words, if someone wants to take over the power of faith from him, he must be qualified to be a "king", but he has not yet become a "king". If you have to say it, he is a "king" in his childhood.

How could such a "king" be called Patrick, a name that sounds so tasteless?