"Those flames only caused blood to start to mutate at the beginning, and only changed after they were attached to the golden warrior." Nageri analyzed carefully. In the battle, as long as they did not reach the level of crushing, otherwise the opponent's ability information would be very important.

"So test it first." Negri clenched his fists and punched the Roas warrior who was rushing towards him.

If Adere gained much more power than humans because of replacing most of the bacteria with the Black Crow, then the muscles in Negri are now composed of bacteria. The muscles they simulated and the power they can exert, allowing Negri to punch through his chest with one punch without the time to react.

The warrior Roas's face remained unchanged. Under the dual effects of stimulants and gold potions, he felt that his spirit had sublimated, and death was no longer enough to make him afraid. For the sake of his purpose, he could use all his strength to hold Negri's arm with all his strength.

"You are dead, the fire of the last god will ignite you completely, and you will turn into ashes in the flames!" Even if he was pierced through his body, he did not overflow with blood, only scarlet flames.

"Is this kind of flame called the fire of the last god?" Nageri looked at his right hand that was melting rapidly, without any panic, but was interested in sensing this flame.

Seeing that the flame was about to spread to the shoulders, Negri's right hand automatically leaked out, revealing a neat fracture, and then a black muscular arm of a baby's size was popping out of the fracture.

The arms continued to swell and soon became normal in size. A layer of white mucus overflowed from the black muscles, quickly forming new skin.

"I have already roughly understood the burning speed and temperature of this flame." Negri moved his new life's right hand for a moment. Something seemed to condense in the air. Negri stretched out his hand and his white nails began to grow: "Then you can die!"

The lingering sound of Negri's words was still echoing. His body tightly appeared behind a Roas warrior. His white nails were like thin swords, inserted into flames and directly slashed the skin muscles. Everything was so natural, as if it was not enough to use any strength. When several people came to their senses, their bodies had turned into pieces.

The gradually melted nails in Negri's hand left their fingers. During the time when the flame was burning on his right arm, Negri mobilized different bacteria in his body to resist the flames, and finally found that the gold-eating bacteria that constituted the nails and bones had the highest resistance to this flame.

If we continue to study, Negri can also experiment with using several bacteria to create more resistant nails, but it is no longer necessary. The beliefs of these people who have been engulfed by the will of the agent have been raised to the highest point of their ability. If so, there is no need to waste time.

"With the seasoning, these people are also appetizers." Negri turned around and looked at Smik over there: "So is the first dish ready?"

"As an evil spirit, you were also a human in the past!" Smik looked at Nageri in shock. Although he knew Nageri would be very strong before, he did not expect that he would be so terrible.

Without any power to fight back, in the blink of an eye, the Squad of the Last Gods led by him was wiped out. Whether it is physical fitness, combat skills, or combat consciousness, Nageri is the top member of the world.

Thinking of becoming a dominant, fighting is undoubtedly necessary. How could Negri forget to complete his own part? Rea has many mercenaries, and some of them who are good at fighting have taken a task at some time to teach Rea a big shot to fight.

Those people may not be as good as the legendary ranger Chris, or Smik, who has a deep learning history. However, as a mercenary, he has always had some skills and dozens of such teachers "teached" by Nageri, who has learned from their combat experience, combat skills, and even that kind of combat awareness.

Even without that terrifying physical fitness, he is a strong man standing at the peak of human beings. What's more, he has the physical fitness of a germ body and various special abilities. He has exceeded the limit of the human species and has an overwhelming advantage over human beings, so those Luo Yas warriors who use potions will be easily killed by him.

"So what? Are you entangled in human identity? Worrying that your behavior does not conform to this society? Will be condemned by inner morality?" Negri smiled indifferently: "Compared with what I pursue, those are just some indifferent things."

"I want to dominate everything, not those boring things. All I need to follow is my own thoughts." Nageri said calmly.

The soul energy belonging to the Roas warrior was absorbed by Negri. After learning some information, Negri said to Smik: "Overyone will have something called conscience to a greater or lesser extent. This is something born in this society, and is contaminated by things called public morality. When you do something that does not conform to public morality, you will inevitably be tired and hesitant by your conscience."

"So, Smik," said Negri. "You are hesitant to the interests of Eldridge and the nobles, not knowing whether to turn to Eldridge who could make the Kingdom of Roas, or to the nobles who were born."

"But, Smik, those that make you hesitate are nothing but useless things." Negri extended his hand to Smik: "Try to do it, Smik, push open the door of the despotics, abandon those useless things, surrender to me, and you will find that you will gain permanent peace of mind."

Smik was trembling all over, and he had to admit that he was shaken. His belief was powerless to resist Negri's invitation at this moment, and everyone was bound in a huge cage, tied up by various ropes.

It is undeniable that deep down everyone is eager to push away those bonds, but when they break free from those bonds, they will get a fun called despicable despise, and this fun is tempting him.

Smik Rancher looked at his military uniform and looked at the badge of the Rancher family on it. He took a deep breath and his eyes became firm again: "Negri, maybe the useless things in your mouth are bothering me, but those things are also the things that make up me, Smik Rancher. I am not a monster like you, and I cannot give up those things."

"You did the right thing, Smik," Negri said approvingly: "Those who like this are qualified to become the first dish."
Chapter completed!