【Soul-Reaping Scythe】
【Type】: Cursed Object
【Ability】: Can activate the curse within the Soul-Reaping Scythe, allowing oneself to transform into a blood mist to perform a long-distance fold-jump. Most types of damage are immune during the fold-jump process.
【Curse】: When performing a fold-jump, it will siphon your blood proportionally. Additionally, one living being must be slain daily.
【Introduction】: A black scythe that fell from an unknown world, housing a large number of vengeful evil spirits who died unjustly. Years of resentnt have birthed an extrely vicious curse within this scythe. Have you heard the chaotic whispers by your ear in your dreams? Have you opened your eyes to see your hands covered in dense, nurous scars? It will beco a giant scythe harvesting life in your hands, but when you use it, you must be careful, for it thirsts for your blood at all tis…
Another cursed object!
Just as expected.
Indeed, the weapons in the hands of a cadre-level mber like the Saint are not subpar.
Although the curse's condition limits this weapon's performance, there's no doubt that with this scythe in hand, one's mobility receives a trendous boost.
It's just that the requirent to kill a living being every day is a bit of a trap.
But it doesn't matter.
I'll deal with the backlash when it really cos.
Lynn imdiately slung the massive black scythe onto his back, whipped the reins, and shouted loudly:
"Hyah!"
Because now was absolutely not the ti to rest. Although he had temporarily thwarted the Saint's pursuit, as long as he hadn't reached the Cursed City, their chase would definitely not stop.
However, having neutralized the Saint's fold-jump ability, coupled with Little Treasure's invincible speed, catching up to him wouldn't be a simple task for them.
Indeed.
Having a 'battery' and not having one are completely two different matters!
In a puff of smoke.
Lynn, riding Little Treasure, zigzagged away at an unimaginable speed, racing towards the direction of the Cursed City.
Behind him, the furious Saint, along with the dense crowd of flesh and blood humanoids and big (beep) (beeps), was still in hot pursuit.
"Speed up! Block him! Don't let him get away!!"
"Damn it! The direction he's heading is the Cursed City. We absolutely must not let him enter the city! Chase!"
They had also discerned Lynn's intention.
Because if he really entered the city, they would have no choice but to stop.
That place was the main battlefield. No matter how brazen they were, once they encountered a chanical Cult team, they would likely imdiately face a powerful wave of carpet bombing.
And by that ti, it wouldn't be a question of whether they could catch up or not.
"We must think of a way, ow!"
The Saint gritted his teeth, constantly thinking of counterasures in his mind.
Moreover, he had already clearly sensed the changes occurring within his body. That guy had used so strange potion on him, and he felt himself becoming more and more peculiar.
And for so reason, when he spoke, he uncontrollably started using that awful cat-like speech distortion!
This was definitely a bad on.
Closer!
Getting closer and closer!
His gaze fixed dead ahead on Lynn racing away, watching the broken walls of the Cursed City draw nearer and nearer.
In an instant, he suddenly stopped, stretching out his hand towards Lynn's direction.
"Even if I can't chase you, I will absolutely not let you off easy! I will make you perish in extre agony!"
At this mont.
His expression instantly turned utterly ferocious.
If physical ans couldn't finish him, then use disease!
Even if this would cost him a certain price, as long as he could kill this guy who had humiliated him hundreds of tis, it would all be worth it.
*Snap—*
He grabbed his own left arm, ferociously chanting strange, mysterious incantations. A sickly green halo imdiately surfaced all over his body.
Seeing this, the surrounding Plague Doctors all jolted violently.
They imdiately realized what ability the Saint was about to use.
And this was also one of the first and most powerful abilities bestowed upon Saint after he joined the Plague Doctors.
"Scatter, quickly!"
Accompanied by a Plague Doctor's roar.
But it was already too late.
The ground beneath the Saint's feet instantly withered, thick black sludge continuously bubbling up from the earth around him. Several flesh and blood humanoids near the Saint instantly panicked, their bodies swelling with cysts, before dissolving with a splatter into dark, flowing liquid.
In an instant.
The Saint's gaze locked onto Lynn racing in the distance. His left arm suddenly beca withered and gnarled as he snarled:
"Wither!"
*Hum—*
Lynn, who was racing away, imdiately felt a chilling wind blow against the back of his neck, making his hair stand on end.
And a System prompt instantly sounded in his ear.
【Warning! You are being affected by the anomalous disease 'Death Withering'! Current disease affliction progress: 25%】
The mont this prompt sounded, every hair on Lynn's body stood on end.
He whipped his head around.
Then he imdiately saw the Saint in the distance, his entire body glowing green, casting a spell at him with a ferocious gaze.
He also imdiately sensed the abnormality appearing in his own body. His skin began to visibly develop patch after patch of pitch-black necrosis at a rapid pace. The corroded skin beca as withered and gnarled as that of a mummy.
"Fuck !"
Lynn was shocked.
He hadn't expected this old bastard to have such a trump card up his sleeve.
With almost no hesitation.
The mont the second System prompt sounded, Lynn directly activated the curse ability inherent to the scythe. Transforming into a blood mist with Little Treasure, he vanished from the spot.
As Lynn fold-jumped away, the Saint's curse imdiately lost its target and was directly interrupted.
He quickly withdrew his hand, his face full of ferocity. The green energy streams floating around his body also imdiately receded.
"Stop the chase, ow! Be careful of attracting the chanical Cult's attention!"
He gritted his teeth, stopping half a kiloter away from the Cursed City, halting the army's further advance.
Although the disease wasn't 100% inflicted.
Under the influence of his Death Withering, he believed that kid definitely wouldn't live for very long.
Although not being able to kill him with his own hands was indeed a great regret, it was still infinitely better than letting him escape unscathed.
"I want to see how long you can hold out!"
He clenched his fists tightly, murderous intent swirling in his eyes.
"No being afflicted with my disease has ever survived past three days, ow!"
Yet, even though he knew that guy was undoubtedly dood, he still felt imnse humiliation and anger.
Because never before.
Since he joined the Plague Doctors, no being had ever toyed with them like this!
He turned his head, glaring ferociously at the dense, endless sea of big (beep) (beeps) behind him.
Thousands of big (beep) (beeps) standing tall on the wasteland!
Thankfully, he himself hadn't been affected by that awful poisonous mist.
Otherwise, his lifelong reputation would probably be utterly ruined here!
"Master Saint, what do we do now?!" a big (beep) (beep) asked, trembling with anger.
The Saint snarled, "Those who need relief, relieve yourselves here! Assign a portion of people to monitor that guy's situation from the periphery at all tis. The rest, co with to chase those Night Doctors, ow!"
He imdiately turned around, gritting his teeth, not wasting any ti, and headed straight for the direction where those Night Doctors had broken through.
Moreover, he clearly felt that.
The poison from that guy he was afflicted with seed to be getting more and more off.
Otherwise, with that guy's nasty poisonous mist that can turn you into a big (beep) (beep), who knows what other strange, bizarre thing it might turn you into!
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