The Dark King

Duduan naturally won't let it succeed, and a finger will smash it into the body part of the finger, but there will be no blood and wounds on the finger that it penetrates.

"If you bring it back to the wall and hand it over to the Holy See, the ghoul's parasitic soul is worth about 50,000 to 80,000 gold coins. Although it is not a rare name, it is also more precious in ordinary names. Existence, the same level as Gloria’s original ghosts.” Du Di’an’s eyes are full of thoughts. According to the records on the monster’s catalogue, the initial ability of the corpse’s magic mark is against the corpse virus, and Eat the corpse. ”

In the Mobs Atlas, most of the abilities of the named creatures are in the first stage. As for the ability to appear in the second evolution, it is unknown.

If you get the corpse of the corpse, and you are bright and physique, the time of hunting outside the wall will be extended indefinitely. If you are hungry, you can hunt the corpse as food to supplement, and can immune the virus in the body. This means more resistance to other plague diseases! You know, even if it is a hunter, in the second quarter of the year, the "black death season", there is a similar chance of being infected with the Black Death.

"If you let it penetrate into my body like this, I will immediately climb into the body of the "Fear of the Dangerous" parasitic soul insect in the chest, and occupy the nest, which is equivalent to replacing the "Danger of the Danger" magic mark. When Lie hunted the black weaver, it was directly occupied by the parasitic insects in the blood of the black weaver to occupy her magic mark. It is not so much a magic mark, it is better to say that this is a magic nest constructed by the soul corpse. ”

Du Di'an eyes flashed, recalling what the young instructors who had taught themselves archery had said, "If you want to stimulate the potential of the magic mark for the second time, you must baptize with the blood of other parasitic souls!"

It is baptism, but it is not directly applying its blood to the magic mark on the chest. Instead, it squeezes its body and injects it into the magic mark with a syringe. The impurities are eliminated, and the remaining cells will moisturize the magic. Traces, let the magic mark change again!

Du Di'an did not intend to bring the corpse's magic mark back to the wall. In that case, it will first be evaluated by the Guangming Holy See, and then converted according to the gold coin, and will be charged a certain fee! This is also one of the contract terms for the Guangming Holy See to lease the giant wall passage. All the things brought back by the consortium must be turned over to the “cross-border tax”!

Moreover, once brought back to the name of the monster, Du Dian guessed that other consortiums will soon get news. At present, the situation in the wall is that the consortiums are watching each other, waiting for them to persist in bankruptcy, or waiting for him to die outside the wall one day, when there is no hunter, and relying solely on the industry of the Ryan family, they can easily Monopoly, so that it can only be old.

If these consortiums are known, he will not only return, but also bring out the name-giving objects from this ‘death channel’, most of which will arouse some thoughts and even find ways to take this channel into the past!

Thinking of this, Du Dian looked at the wreck of the corpse in his hand, silent for a moment, and put it into a box, using the dagger to cut off part of the flesh of the corpse and put it into the box for temporary parasitization, then Close the box, cover the box, and leave a small gap to breathe.

"Injection container..." Du Di'an glanced around, the old-time product outside the wall had already turned into dust, and naturally he couldn't find a syringe syringe. He thought of a plant he saw from books when he was studying by scavengers. It is called Speargrass. It grows in a drier place outside the wall. It is hollow inside, sharp and thin. The juice contains anesthesia. Most of the anesthetic in the wall is extracted from the spear.

Stepping on the ground under the foot, it is relatively hard and dry, but it is still dry, but there is no sharp grass. He carried his bags and other items, pinched the box, and walked along the slightly yellowed tip of the weeds.

A moment later, in a weed, he saw a large spear.

Du Di'an immediately dropped the sac, cut a few spears with a dagger, took a look at the box in his hand, opened it, and saw that the corpse parasite was squatting on the flesh and blood inside. If the host is dead for too long, the parasitic soul does not find a new host and will die.

But even if it is death, it can be used as a material to stimulate the magic mark, as long as it does not rot.

Dudian put it out, found a clean and wide leaf, placed it on the bag, and then placed the parasitic insect on the leaf, beaten with a metal handle of the dagger, just a blow, then squeezed its soft body Broken, very thick blood flowing out from inside.

Du Di'an quickly crushed it and poured it into the sharp spear along the larger end. The whole process was done very slowly with his right hand. When all was poured in, he took off the upper body of the hunter's armor, showing pale. In the chest, I saw a dark red blood-like tissue lying in the middle of the chest. He was nervous in his heart, took a deep breath, and pinched the very sharp tip of the pointed spear grass, gently piercing the bulge. The vascular shape is in the magic mark.

Sharp pain, suddenly pierced Du Di'an's nerves.

The pain caused him to feel the scalp bursting open. This magic mark is extremely weak and extremely deadly. He does not dare to penetrate too deep. Otherwise, it will be equivalent to suicide.

After the sharp spear had fallen into a little, he immediately used his mouth to cover the end, and swelled the scorpion to blow it out.

The air squeezed the corpse of the corpse of the corpse inside, and injected it into the vascular-like magic mark along the sharp part of the top.

Dudian felt as if something had entered his heart. It felt extremely weird and extremely painful. He sweated and pushed the corpse inside to the magic mark.

After pushing most of the time, he felt a little leaking, and he pulled out the pointed spears, only to see some corpses left, and the sticky plasma was gone.

Du Dian looked down at the magic mark, and the small hole pierced by the sharp spear had healed, and the adhesion was extremely amazing. He could still feel the pain in the magic mark, and the feeling of cold and hot, which is very strange, as if There are a few pieces of frozen ice in it, but it is burning, it is too cold or too hot.

Du Di'an was tired and tired. He rested on the bag. As time passed, the pain in the magic mark on his chest gradually subsided. Instead, he was filled with a very hot feeling. Like a magma flowing inside, he used his fingers to lighten it. Light touch, hot touch, when the corpse of the corpse was just injected, the magic mark swelled extremely full, but now it has shrunk little by little, like... digest.

Du Di'an felt extremely uncomfortable in his body, and his sleepy thoughts came into his mind. He shook his head, braced his spirits, and lifted his bag back toward the giant wall. But just a few steps away, the strong sleepiness completely overwhelmed him. Although I knew that it was a wilderness, it was extremely dangerous, but it was still difficult to resist the swell of the landslide and tsunami, sitting softly on the ground and falling asleep. .

I don't know how long it took in the past, Du Di'an was awakened by the cold wind.

Before he opened his eyes, he suddenly woke up, his eyes fluttering open, and he saw the red clouds hanging from the sky. A huge sunset in the west, but it was at dusk.

Du Di'an hurriedly smelled all around, and immediately smelled two odors in the place where he had previously fought. It should be the monster that was attracted by the **** smell there.

There was a cold sweat on his back, and he was glad that if he had a monster close to him when he was asleep, he would be completely finished. Fortunately, this **** smell covered his smell and he was not in danger.

Then, he thought of the magic mark on his chest and quickly looked down. He was a little surprised. He saw that the vascular-like magic mark returned to the saturation of the weekday, but the length was one-third longer than before. Previously it was only half the length of the little finger, but now it is the length of the two small thumb bones.

Du Dian reached out and touched, and did not feel pain, but felt his fingers cold, he immediately put on the hunter's armor, seeing the night will come, immediately lifted the bag, turned and left here.

When the day was completely dimmed, Du Di'an had returned to a previously cleaned ruin, hiding in the ground floor of one of the basements of the collapsed building, covered with dust and vines. He randomly cleaned the place and sat down along the way. The dry wood that was picked up piled up and burned into a fire. The warm flame baked the body and dispelled a bit of chill.

Du Di'an was free to check his body. When he heard that the magic mark was once again stimulated, his physique would be greatly improved, and he might get the new magic mark ability, or the existing one. The ability of the magic mark is strengthened again. When the road returned, he felt that the speed of his running was significantly faster than before going to sleep, indicating that his rough injection method was effective. The corpse of the corpse was used as a material and was absorbed by his own magic mark.