As Maxwell’s voice faded, his five fingers stabbed into Hers’s skull.
His fingers clamped down and imdiately caught hold of an insect the size of half a finger.
The insect’s body was completely black and emitted black energy.
Hers’s face was frightened to a pale colour and no longer showing any looks of arrogance. He was so scared that his voice started shaking as he said, "What are you doing? What are you doing? Hurry up and let it go!"
His skull had been penetrated, and he still hadn’t died yet?
Maxwell looked at the struggling black insect in his fingers and said to himself, "It looks as if the insect doesn’t die, the person doesn’t die either. What an aweso martial technique... Could it be those legendary techniques?"
"Undying?"
"If I could cultivate this technique and then train a bunch of undead to kill monsters for , then surpassing Peter will be extrely quick! I wonder if this place has sothing that will allow to cultivate this technique."
This technique was considered sothing evil.
But if an evil technique was used in a good way, then it will no longer be considered evil.
Maxwell really wanted to gain this technique.
"Quickly let go, let it go! You damn mix-breed dog, hurry up and let go of !" Hers was so scared that he even managed to piss himself. His eyes showed incomparable fear as he stared at the struggling insect being held by Maxwell.
Maxwell coldly laughed: "Didn’t you have an immortal body? Weren’t you just making fun of , saying I couldn’t kill you? What’s going on? Are you afraid now? How about you start begging, hahaha..."
Maxwell had a contemptuous expression on his face as he tried to show off.
Seeing how scared Hers was, He couldn’t help being a show off. He had an extrely cheap expression on his face as if revelling in his own glory. "Beg . If I’m happy enough, I might even let this insect go."
"Quit dreaming! If you dare to kill , the Dark King will not let you off!"
Hers was still acting stubborn, except he wasn’t able to pull it off confidently.
Maxwell revealed an extrely scared expression while saying, "Wow, the Dark King isn’t going to let off! I’m really, really scared, but..."
Suddenly, Maxwell’s voice turned sharp as he shouted: "If he dares to co here then..."
Imdiately after, he squeezed his fingers, and the black insect exploded with black goop oozing everywhere.
Hers’s eyes were extrely large while staring at Maxwell; he had died!
"Crackle!"
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for killing Hers."
"Reward: 10,000 XP, 1000 mana."
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for gaining the Supra Spear."
"A weapon loot exploded out?"
Maxwell was startled by this because he didn’t expect a mini-boss to have a weapon loot. He then imdiately looked up the item.
Item: Supra Spear
Type: 7
Description: Contains a secondary oppressive attack when killing intent is applied, and can materialise a long whip.
"Oh shit! This spear isn’t too bad! It actually has a secondary attack that pertains to oppressive pressure. It’s no wonder Hers was able to release a whip completely made up with a death aura. Not bad, not bad at all." Maxwell praised himself.
Weapons were sothing he needed.
Even though the Vampire Blade was powerful, that thing was a bit too scary for others when it showed itself.
Moreover, the Vampire Blade was considered an ace he relied on; once it cos out, it must drink blood before it returns!
"He died, Hers has died, hahaha..."
"Everyone, Hers has died! That devil has died!"
The won of the Gno race felt like their souls had been released upon Hers’s death. They all jumped to their feet with tears in their eyes, and many of them started sobbing quietly. It has been so many years, and the guy has finally died.
Each of these won has suffered from his oppression.
Being constantly beaten by his whip, every one of these won hated Hers deep to the bone!
But they were simply too weak and didn’t have the strength to fight back. Now that Maxwell had killed him, the oppressed sensation in their hearts had finally been released, causing them all to start bawling their eyes out.
The old granny turned towards Maxwell and kneeled before heavily slamming her head down.
When the others saw this, they too followed her.
The atmosphere of them kneeling was quite solemn, but Maxwell didn’t stop them. If he did stop them, it would most likely hurt their dignity.
"Thank you!" The old granny was very serious but didn’t say the word Immortal this ti.
The others followed in chorus: "Thank you!"
Maxwell was embarrassed by this but didn’t go up to support them back up to their feet. These won were all completely bare naked, so he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back when touching them. These won were all open wolves and tigresses, so what if...
No matter what, Maxwell was still a little virgin.
There are tis when you shouldn’t be too open. If it were back then with the original six won, he might be able to handle it. But if dozens of these won all ca at once... Isn’t that equivalent to taking his life?
The most important thing...
The old granny was now revealing an extrely thirsty look!
What if she, Maxwell, unconsciously shivered, and his little brother shrank a few inches? Maxwell maintained his calm look and said, "Everyone, quickly get up these undying guards from the Dead City aren’t a big deal for ."
The old granny waved her hand and said, "Everyone, get up and go ho, and don’t co out for the ti being."
Imdiately after, the old granny walked up to Maxwell and grabbed his hand, pulling him back to the previous house that was destroyed.
This, Maxwell’s heart sank into the abyss as he said to himself: "No way... Oh heavens, please save ! I really don’t want to..."
His first ti, and it will be with soone older than him by seventy years, eighty years, or even higher? What kind of scene was this, having a relationship with soone so much older than himself?
Maxwell started shivering from fear, and his legs started resisting. He then asked with a pale face: "Old granny, where are you bringing to?"
The old granny’s pace was hurried, and she was pulling on Maxwell while replying: "Of course it’s to my house."
Maxwell pretended to laugh in a carefree manner, but it turned out to be quite an ugly-looking one. "If you have sothing to say, you can just say it here."
The old granny replied: "It’s inconvenient to say those things here, so you should just co with into the house."
After saying that, the old granny glanced at Maxwell, and her eyelids twitched as if she was shooting out flirtatious electricity. She then tenderly said, "Don’t worry; I’m not going to eat you."
"I..."
At this mont, Maxwell had thoughts of committing suicide.
If the other person were a guy or even a she-male, Maxwell would have already attacked without hesitation and quickly run away. But this was an elderly person we’re talking about, so how could he make a move?
With just a 50-ter distance, the two of them were pulling and resisting for about ten minutes.
Eventually, Maxwell was helplessly pulled into the house by the old granny.
The mont he was inside the house, the old granny stuck her head outside to look left and right. Once she ascertained no one was around, she quickly closed the door. With an impatient look, the old granny then pushed Maxwell onto a bed.
Maxwell imdiately beca nervous to the max.
"Old granny, what are you trying to do?"
The old granny looked surprised before lightly pointing at Maxwell and laughing. "Looking at your nervous look, it looks like you’re afraid this old woman would eat you up. Don’t worry, even though you’re handso looking, the only person I love is my husband."
A big weight seed to have been lifted off Maxwell’s mind upon hearing this.
At the sa ti, the old granny went under the bed and pulled out a box. Inside the box was a book that seed quite old, and on the cover were the three words: Crafting Undying Technique.
Maxwell’s eyes froze...
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