Chapter 170: Just Die, Thank You!
After the ray attack, Hunter Carneyâs upper body was directly burned out.
The scorching ray cut through his arms, chest, and abdomen.
But something unexpected had happened.
The seemingly fatal damage only cut Carneyâs arm to that point of having bones exposed.
Even if the flesh turned black, Carney did not faint, and he didnât die because of it. On the contrary, it was like he couldnât feel the pain at all.
Moreover, Carneyâs injuries were recovering in haste.
The incredible recovery speed could be seen with the naked eye!
Under Delicious Wind Gooseâs horrified gaze, he could see the burnt black scars on Carneyâs body had pinkish muscles squirming out like worms. The bizarre flesh waved fanatically in the air. Once the two bundles of flesh could touch each other, they would fuse and intertwine with each other.
After being hit by Annanâs ray cannon, Carneyâs attention shifted to Annan completely.
Moreover, for the first time, there was an expression on his face.
It was an expression of immense resentment.
The next moment, Delicious Wind Goose suddenly felt that his body was no longer under his control.
He immediately realized that he seemed to have entered a computer graphic (CG) scene.
Delicious Wind Goose looked back.
He saw Arthurâs handsome and unrestrained face with disdainful pity.
Obviously, he could see Carney.
When Carney was almost cut in half by a ray, the crossbow around his waist, the reagent in the vest, and the hidden weapon were burned entirely.
After being hit by âScorching Sight,â Carneyâs invisibility was broken.
Carney seemed to realize it himself.
After being hurt by it, Carney seemed to give up his intention to remain stealthy.
At the next moment, Carney spoke.
From his leaky throat, there was an intermittent voice, like a voice coming from the abyss, âKill me.â
âNo, I wonât kill you. Friend.â
As Arthur said, he flicked his armband lightly and said in a relaxed tone, âI stay not because Iâm planning to hunt you, nor am I angry. I have lived to this day, and I have long been accustomed to being pursued by assassins. So I will just stay because I donât like being threatened.â
To Wandering Child, it felt familiar.
It was like some of his wealthy friends pretending to show off a new watch inadvertently.
Look, look at me, look at this thing. Itâs so valuable~
It was about such a silent cry.
Arthur opened his arms and said with a smile, âBecause our identities, our lives, and the levels we pursue are different. The peak of your life is the Silver Rank. But Iâm different. I want to advance into Gold Rank.
âYou dare to murder because you have nothing. But Iâm different. I have to care about my reputation.
âJust say it, my friend. I didnât want to hurt you because of how you have nothing to do with me. If you leave today, you will never see me for the second time in your life. I didnât kill you because I was cowardly stupid. Itâs because of the curse you carry; Iâm not interested in your curse at all. I have a strict plan. Otherwise, how can I advance to gold?
âBut if I leave you alone and donât absorb your curse, it will become a nightmare and pollute the environment. This is a serious sin.
âSo, if I kill you, you will become a stain on me. Your body will also be dug, made into specimens, and used as evidence. I donât think you can find big shots and have your dark histories erased by those advanced into Silver Rank. Friend⊠No secret in this world can be hidden from those âProphet.â Itâs just that they think there is no need to tell certain matters to others.â
Arthur smiled, with the brilliance of lava flowing in his eyes, and smiled slyly, âIn other words, you are not worth the priceâbut I am.
âI donât want to chop up your corpse to feed the animals. I donât have time to cleanse your nightmare. Whether itâs burying you or throwing you into the sea, they will be able to find your corpse again. For Godâs sake, donât die. If you want to die, go to a quiet place and commit suicide. Donât cause trouble for me.â
Arthur sighed and shook his head slowly.
âIâm telling the truth. Since I have opened up so blatantly, can you go now?â
Arthur smiled graciously, âIf you are angry because your equipment is damaged, I can compensate you 50 pounds. Please take it as your medical expenses for me to increase my combat experience.
âIf you donât leave, I will dismember your limbs and send you back to the police station in the city,â said Arthur softly.
There was no hatred in Arthurâs eyes.
Even the anger coming from the attack had dissipated. For a Destruction Wizard, controlling his rage was undoubtedly hard.
Unless he wasnât angry in the first place.
Indeed, Arthur had not been provoked from the very beginning.
He didnât even ask Carneyâs name.
On Carneyâs side, his face became more and more distorted.
Anger, greed, jealousy, and hatred were mixed. The red flame burning on his body gradually turned black.
âKill me, Arthur! Do you think I will be grateful for your forgiveness?
âI donât want to live in humiliation and an ordinary life!
âEither you kill me or let me kill you!â
It was a resentful and fanatical roar.
Carneyâs body began to swell. All the wounds in his body began to bleed at the same time.
The smile on Arthurâs face gradually faded.
Because at this time, Annan gained back control over the wizardâs body.
Annan soon came to an understanding after listening to the CG scene.
Why was this nightmare not âCarney hunting Wizard Arthurâ but âWizard Arthur against Carney?â
Because Carneyâs resentment wasnât that he had failed to hunt Arthur.
But something more pathetic.
âHe couldnât even die.
He was not beaten to death by Arthur and then escaped in a sorry state.
Instead, Arthur repeatedly burned Carney and exhausted his regenerative power from the curse âultra-high-speed regeneration.â In the end, Arthur spared him.
It could be even worse. His limbs were dismembered, and he was thrown back into the city.
After Carney died, he subconsciously didnât dare to challenge Arthur again.
As long as Arthur could kill him, it could be regarded as an end to his resentment.
He said that he âdefinitely doesnât want to live in humiliation and an ordinary life!â
Because he had lived like this once.
Arthur had beaten him to the point that he had utterly lost his courage.
He even began to fear failure. Even in the nightmare after death, he no longer dared to challenge Arthur.
He also stopped hunting afterward. This should be the reason.
ââBut Arthur and I have different opinions.â Annan said nonchalantly, âI donât need to evade responsibility to kill trash like you. So what if I kill you?â
âYou donât know what price I paid! You donât know what I sacrificed.â Carney growled, his voice becoming more and more inhuman.
His spine grew slowly, and bat-like wings slowly grew behind him. His figure continued to enlarge.
Is this a demon?
Yiyi was in panic and wanted to raise her crossbow to shoot.
But Annan stopped her.
âDonât move. Wait until he finishes transforming.â
Annan said calmly, âAfter defeating him like this, the curse you can choose will be stronger.â
Boss, what we worry about is that we canât beat it!
The four players cried out from the bottom of their hearts.
But Annan didnât panic.
He took out a few silver coins from his arms, played with them in the palm of his hand, quietly watching the Carney transformation.
Donât you know that transformation is a death flag?
Bread Daryl once told me divine art has bonus damage to âdemonâ enemies.
Moreover, although Arthur was a Destruction Wizard, he did not advance to silver, so he didnât oppose a specific school of spells.
Annanâs breathing became slower. The ice-white mist slowly exuded out from his mouth and nose with his breathing. The faint blue brilliance also rose at the bottom of his eyes.
âAlmost done.â Annan looked at the four agitated players and said suddenly, âStay away and retreat behind the carriage.
âSince I can see him, you all arenât needed. You can come back after I mutilate him.â
Donât get in the way.
Just die, thank you.
The players clearly understood Annanâs intentions.
They looked at the muscular demon, who was nearly three meters high and burned with black flames. Then, they looked at Annan, who didnât even have a piece of leather armor.
It wasnât that Annan didnât have enough damage. After all, Annan killed Gerald in front of them.
But this distance is too close, right?
For a wizard, being within thirty meters of an enemy of this size doesnât seem okay.
If Annan still had the energy to read the bullet texts, he would complain.
âWhat do you know? Dumbo.
I have to get closer so that my magic can hit.
And do you think Iâm here to deal with his nonsense?
Iâm charging my magic eye (ward)âŠ
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