The old man screamed, his voice trembling.
"Wait! Wait..."
"I promise you! I promise you your conditions!"
Unfortunately, Oboro's current state was extremely abnormal. He couldn't understand or hear what he was shouting at all.
He was only acting out of some kind of instinctive consciousness, looking at the terrified old man, and grinning... Giving a smile.
It was as if he was a child who had received a lollipop.
The smile was very pure...
Oboro's body, including the surrounding space, was still constantly dropping pixel blocks of different sizes...
And this smile, in Ike's view... Was full of despair.
These past two days, there have been guests at home, and updates have been difficult to produce.
I'm very sad~
Among the dozens of heroes that Oboro had created, many of the characters' passive skills and active skills had the effect of increasing attributes.
There was Nasus and Renekton for health, Jax and Trundle for defense and attack, Yi and Warwick for speed, etc. Among them, there were also lifesteal and stealth... At this time, he could use all the hero skills he had created.
And, all the runes, and summoner skills.
The equipment he was wearing had also changed from the initial two pieces to six pieces... The reason was simple. The game world that he had spent years creating had collapsed.
The huge aura that he had accumulated over the years, the game rules... Were being abused by him without restraint in the limited time that they were disappearing.
He had broken the limitations of Nen abilities... Because his Nen had given him a response.
All along, although Oboro had been intentionally strengthening his will, so that his Nen could change 'subjectively', so as to achieve a transformation in 'quality'... He had never been significantly successful. The reason was simple. He had never truly believed in himself, and believed in his 'Nen'.
He thought that 'Nen' was just a tool... The collapse of the game world had also put his brain in a chaotic state.
There was no analysis, no calculation... The disorder of the game world was like the data stream had turned into garbled characters, and it was completely out of control.
The last sentence that Ike had said before he lost consciousness, "I can be resurrected. Can you?"
Made a pure thought rise in Oboro's heart.
He could be resurrected!
He could resurrect!
He wanted to resurrect!
And in order to achieve his goal, he had to break through the limitations, and his Nen had to sublimate... His game world had been created with his own Nen.
Nen was the foundation and the root of everything.
His Nen gave him the answer.
The price was... The collapse of the game world, the server had exploded.
At the moment, Ike couldn't move at all... Because the speed at which Oboro's skills cooled down was too fast. The runes and equipment related to skill haste...
Plus the non-repeating control skills he had, allowed him to seamlessly connect the skills that had finished cooling down, and release them again and again.
The shadow of Warwick scurry from Oboro's body, and roared, pouncing in front of Ike, and waving a pair of sharp claws, like two blades madly slashing at the target's flesh.
The Nen that Ike had condensed to defend was being consumed, and cut...
Warwick's R skill, Infinite Duress... Was accompanied by a suppression effect, and his E skill, Primal Howl, would also fear the target.
Compared to Hisoka, who had been like a mad dog just now, Oboro at this moment was even more like a true madman, an evil spirit crawling out of hell!
As the number of attacks gradually increased, the old man's own aura was also constantly being offset...
Renekton's W skill, Ruthless Predator, would trigger a stun.
Jax's E skill, Ekko's W skill... In this way, when the abilities that had been manifested by Nen acted on Ike, the old man was always being controlled, and was gradually shortening the time he was approaching death.
The expression on Oboro's face was very similar to a child tasting a delicious lollipop... He was always grinning.
His smile formed a sharp contrast with the paleness on Ike's face.
After a long time... The old man's vast aura finally dissipated, and only his fragile flesh remained.
"Ha... Ha... Ha..."
Oboro's throat made single-syllable laughter, filled with a sluggish, stiff feeling.
Facing the Gyudondond Tribe's chief's enlarged pupils... His whole person jumped directly onto the other party's body, and his hands, like drills and sharp knives, were hammering and thrust from top to bottom, again and again!
This scene revealed a creepy evil aura... Oboro's mouth opened and closed, smiling silently...
The old man's torso was gradually torn, pierced, and the wildly spurting blood stained the surroundings.
Oboro's attack, however, never stopped.
He was playing... Very enjoyably.
Ike's hands and feet were trembling, twitching... And they soon went limp.
He had resurrected... He had used the last chance to sacrifice.
At the same time as he resurrected, the ritual had ended.
And he, who had recovered his ordinary strength, had no means to resist this... Evil God who was wantonly destroying him like a 'toy'.
He was tortured to death...
First his head, then his upper body... Until finally the old man's body was completely torn apart, and his flesh and blood were dismembered, Oboro let go of him.
His eyes stared blankly at the dead old man, as if he was wondering... Why wasn't the other party moving?
Why wasn't he playing with him anymore?
Wasn't he able to recover?
He waited for a while, as if he was waiting for the old man, who had turned into rotten meat, to stand up again...
In his pair of blood-colored eyes, an emotion of disappointment actually appeared.
After a long time, he swayed to Hisoka's front...
He tilted his head towards the human who was lying on the ground, unconscious.
Then, he bent over and grabbed Hisoka, lifting his feet off the ground... And slowly opened his mouth wide.
He bit down on Hisoka's shoulder, and with the force of his teeth, a thick blood spurted out...
Just as he was about to continue to nibble, the aura that had been shrouding him suddenly disappeared like scattered clouds.
Oboro's eyes recovered, and were all white, without a single black pupil...
The full muscles also had obvious signs of atrophy, and he fell to the ground with Hisoka.
...
Hunter Association.
Chairman's office.
Beep beep beep...
Netero stood by the window with his hands behind his back. On the table behind him, the phone had been ringing constantly.
After a moment, the communication was finally answered.
"Hello, Chairman..."
"Where are you?" Netero turned around and asked.
"We've already entered East Gorteau, and are heading to the Jagged Mountains. We'll be there in half a day." The voice on the other end of the phone was Bisky.
Netero wasn't sure if Oboro would be able to handle the ritual and the Gyudondond Tribe.
This was a test for Oboro.
Although he hadn't said it directly, after the phone call with Oboro last time, Bisky was still a little worried, and found another two people in the Association to go and provide support.
Morel and a one-star Beast Hunter named Baise.
Oboro didn't know about this...
It would naturally be best if they could meet Oboro before entering the Jagged Mountains.
It would mean that Oboro hadn't had a head-on confrontation with the 'ritual' yet, and the addition of the three of them would provide powerful assistance to Oboro's temporarily formed team.
But... It was also possible that the three would ultimately find Oboro's corpse.
Bisky had already met Pinson and the other three, and learned that Oboro had only taken three Nen users to the Gyudondond Tribe's residence.
Without thinking, Bisky could guess that... The strength of the so-called three Nen users must be very weak, and they had no experience at all.
Oboro was too reckless!
She had always thought that Oboro was a very smart person.
Since he had judged that it was some kind of ritual, he could have waited for the ritual to end before taking action.
Anyway, his mission was to obtain the ritual creation, and the lives and deaths of the East Gorteau king and the Gyudondond Tribe were not part of the mission.
Even if it took a long time, it would ensure safety.
Obviously, Oboro didn't want to wait... And he also thought that he could handle the 'ritual', and at worst, he could retreat safely.
Or he was giving a response and an attitude to the old man's 'hands-off' approach...
In short, Bisky thought that Oboro's method was very bad.
She decided that after seeing Oboro, she would severely teach this little bastard a lesson.
She understood some of Oboro's personality... She thought that Oboro was unruly in his heart. Joining the Association now was the same as when he went to the Heavens Arena back then.
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