20demayo #211 - Section 211
#211 - Section 211
Instead, his gaze curiously examined the scythe in his hand.
His eyes held an unspeakable astonishment.
The immortal armor he wore could withstand all harm.
But the power contained within this scythe actually pierced through the immortal armor, forcibly drawing out the life force from his body.
Although the immortal armor on his body was only in a damaged state, still lacking its most crucial core.
It was not something ordinary weapons could break through.
Moreover, from this scythe, he sensed a higher level of power that surpassed what magic could describe.
Divine power!
"This scythe is inlaid with a fragment of the Death God's Scythe; as long as you touch the scythe, all life force will be completely devoured."
"So, don't struggle anymore; obediently wait for death."
The devil's treacherous face was filled with greed.
It was truly the first time it had seen such a powerful human.
If it could devour his soul, it would definitely make its strength even greater.
"Is that so?"
Rod lightly smiled upon hearing this.
"Hmph, ignorant of your impending doom!"
The devil's eyes turned cold as it looked at that hateful smiling face.
It urged the Death God's Scythe, frantically devouring the life force from this human's body.
No matter how powerful a human might be, once their life force was devoured, they could only obediently await death.
As for reversal?
Its scythe contained the power of a god.
After such a long time, even the life force of thousands upon thousands of humans should have been completely devoured.
But why was this human still able to persist?
Moreover, this guy's body seemed to hide an endless amount of life force, and it simply couldn't sense the limit of where it lay.
Another three minutes passed, and the devil's face was covered in cold sweat, its entire body faintly trembling.
The disbelief in its eyes had completely turned into fear.
It felt like it was not facing a human.
After all, no matter how powerful a human might be, it was impossible for them to persist for such a long time under the Death God's Scythe.
In just these few minutes, even the life force of tens of thousands of people should have been completely devoured.
It even suspected that beneath the shell of the human before it, hid a giant dragon.
Only the life force of the dragon race would be so terrifying.
"Human, as long as you swear that from now on we will not interfere with each other, I will let you go."
Feeling the Death God's Scythe trembling in its hand, the devil finally couldn't hold on any longer and chose to lower its head.
The scythe in its hand was not the real Death God's Scythe.
But rather a defective product inlaid with a broken fragment from the Death God's Scythe.
Therefore, the life force it could devour was limited.
And now, after devouring a large amount of life force, this scythe was about to reach its limit.
If it continued to stalemate, the scythe would shatter, and its end wouldn't be good either.
"You think you can end it just like that?"
Rod slowly raised his head, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.
"Are you, teaching me what to do?"
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"You think you can end it just like that?"
Rod slowly raised his head, a bloodthirsty smile appearing on his face.
"Are you, teaching me what to do?"
Today, he would have this scythe.
This devil was also his prey.
"Then go to hell!"
A fierce expression appeared on the devil's face, and in the next second, it released the Death God's Scythe in its hand and turned to flee directly.
Although it felt a bit of heartache losing this divine artifact.
However, continuing to stay here, waiting for this human to free up his hands, ~ it would be dead for sure.
"You think you can escape?"
Rod was expressionless, and a terrifying life-force suddenly erupted from his body.
The Death God's Scythe, which was already trembling, instantly began - to shatter.
Having lost the restraints of the Death God's Scythe, Rod reached out and clenched his fist.
Rumble!
The ground trembled, and a palm composed of countless clumps of earth rose from the ground, slapping towards the devil.
Boom!
The ground shook, and the earthy yellow palm heavily struck down.
The devil, its face filled with despair, was instantly severely injured by this slap.
As the palm formed from mud slowly dissipated, Rod unhurriedly walked to the devil's front.
Looking at the devil, covered in blood, its bones crushed, but still not dead.
He couldn't help but click his tongue.
This guy's vitality was quite tenacious.
"Don't kill me, I can sign a contract with you and become your slave..."
The devil's panicked eyes flickered, still wanting to struggle a bit.
Poof!
Rod expressionlessly looked at this cunning devil, raised his foot, and directly crushed the devil's head.
He conveniently performed a sacrifice, turning the devil into his experience pack.
"Fool, after killing you, everything on you is mine."
Rod said softly.
He didn't want to keep a fickle devil by his side.
Who knew when this guy would backstab him.
As for signing a contract?
Who didn't know that the devil's favorite thing to do was to set traps in the contract, and then use loopholes in the contract to violate it.
When signing a contract with a devil, ten minds weren't enough.
You could never imagine that a symbol in the contract, or a small blemish, might be the contract trap left by the devil.
Therefore, directly killing this guy was the simplest and most labor-saving method.
After sacrificing the devil, Rod suddenly frowned.
The gift received after sacrificing this guy was not as generous as he had imagined.
In fact, it was a bit pitifully small.
There wasn't much improvement in spirit and physique.
As for the devil's talents and abilities, he didn't get any of them.
"Strange."
Rod frowned slightly, feeling a bit odd.
Even if this devil's strength was average, he shouldn't get nothing after sacrificing it.
After all, the devil's abilities were still very good.
Especially the devil race's disguise ability and space magic, which were even more proficient than demons.
Escape and disguise were the devil's best tricks.
The space magic mastered by the demon race was just a little brother in front of the devils.
But now, he didn't get any abilities.
Did he sacrifice a void?
Frowning slightly, Rod suddenly thought of something.
His gaze turned to Harlen, who was already frightened, and he walked directly towards him.
"Your box, give it to me."
"Box?"
Hearing about his bag, Harlen's eyes darted around, subconsciously wanting to hide it.
After all, the things in the box were the key for him to become a divine doctor.
If he lost the things in the box, he would only become that mediocre ordinary person.
But when his eyes met Rod's cold gaze, Harlen shuddered and hurriedly handed over the small box he was carrying.
Without the things in the box, he would at most just be an ordinary person.
The wealth he had accumulated over the years was enough for him to buy a territory and live comfortably for the rest of his life.
If he didn't hand over the box, he was afraid he would die now.
Even the Death God was killed by this guy, he didn't think his neck was harder than the Death God's.
Of course, Harlen was also gambling, gambling that this guy didn't know the secret in the box.
Perhaps, this guy was only after his money.
As long as that thing wasn't discovered, it didn't matter even if all his money was taken away.
He could always earn back more sooner or later.
Rod opened the box, ignored the pile of gold pounds in the wooden box, and focused his gaze on a leather bag in the corner of the box.
He took out the leather bag and poured out a red meatball from it.
The meatball pulsed slightly, like a fresh heart.
Looking at the meatball that was poured out, Harlen's face was ashen.
His biggest secret was still discovered.
"As expected."
The corners of Rod's mouth curled up slightly, feeling the vigorous life force and faint soul fluctuations within the meatball.
He guessed right, this meatball was actually the devil's heart.