"It's still too weak." Nageri stood among the pile of bones easily. He was still suppressing his strength until now. These people were far from being able to make him feel the pressure.

Now he has only six opponents, the legendary ranger Chris Modo, the bishop of the Goddess Osgouting, his disciples Pastor Lun Donner, the Goddess Knight Myerson, the Roass last god unit Smick Ranche, and the Avenger Jason Todd.

These six people each have their own advantages, and they can be regarded as masters of human species, only Lun and Mielson are a little more immature.

"Your awareness is not enough." Negri gradually sighed. The top level of human beings in this world is almost the same as theirs. According to known information, only Eldridge, who can still be above them.

"If the top quality is only like this, my pace will not be far away." Negri sighed. To this day, he could sense that barrier, that insurmountable obstacle, after all, this place is just a low-demon world.

"Then I'll add some more chips!" Negri said slowly: "I guess you have noticed that in Realastemia, most diseases do not exist, because most of the things that can cause those diseases are under my control."

"The merchants who come and go to Rea every year, and they will bring the specialties of Rea for a period of time here, and I have given them specialties." Nageri said seriously: "These things are usually sleepy and are harmless to humans."

"But once I order them to activate, they will form diseases and infect their hosts - those merchants who wander on the mainland, and the merchants will become pathogens and spread plagues everywhere."

"And you have six people left. Next, every time you have one that cannot satisfy me, I will activate the germs in the bodies of ten merchants. Believe me, this is enough to cause a grand plague."

"Although this will make my food much less, it doesn't matter. I can bear this price. Now the question is, can you bear it?" Nageri said, his eyes swept at the Knight of the God-Grace in the crowd. Perhaps because he just killed his companion's body, he seemed particularly silent.

"Of course you can also surrender to me and help me take charge of more places." Negri said with a smile: "Rea is extremely prosperous under my governance. People living here will no longer be troubled by most diseases. All they have to pay is just some sacrifices."

"Think about it, compared with those who die from illness every year, I can say that the offerings I receive are very few." Negri said temptingly: "It was a wrong decision for you to choose to attack me."

"Put your confusing words." Chris was stunned for a moment, and then said: "It is a pity for people to die from illness, but sacrificing sacrifices is definitely an evil act. Using evil things to create the result of justice may seem beautiful, but I believe this is a mistake. Since it is a mistake, I will not agree with it."

"It doesn't matter if you don't agree, then burst out with all your potential and let me see your awareness." Nageri smiled and looked away from Mielson. He knew that the boy could no longer escape the trap.

Just looking at what Negri said, there is indeed some truth. The disadvantage of most diseases can be eliminated at a smaller cost. However, at that time Negri will also take over greater power. Perhaps the diseases are indeed eliminated, but the disadvantages may be more.

But Myerson is not Chris, and he has not experienced so much. Moreover, what he has been hitting him the most since childhood is the poor people in the slums who are deeply troubled by illness. In addition, killing the bodies of his companions has caused a loophole in his spirit. He suddenly felt that it was wrong for him and others to resist Negri.

"What should I do if I have a mistake? Then go and make up for him, child." A voice seemed to rise in my heart, and Myerson's eyes flashed: "Look, you are fighting hard with the corpse, but you don't see the help of the bishop, but Lun is in danger, and Osgutin can lend a helping hand in time. This is the difference between the poor and the noble."

"Because of being born, Lun was able to become a disciple of Bishop Osgouting. No matter how hard I tried, I could not realize my dream. Now I see another path."

"Maybe in the eyes of others, this path is wrong, but for me, it is right." Myerson kept having such messy thoughts in his heart.

Although his identity as a poor man made Mielson feel a little deeper, it is undeniable that he was originally a good boy, but unfortunately he met Negri. Under the constant temptation of Negri's spiritual power, some of the originally insignificant emotions were constantly amplified and became the last straw that overwhelmed Mielson's heart.

Myerson raised the Knight's Sword and wanted to activate the gift, but found that all the gifts were dim and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Have even God abandoned me?"

"Myerson, what are you thinking? Get on!" Lu En said with a heavy breath, and with a headache, he used his gifts to purify the bacteria. He was the eldest son of the Dona family, the future nobles, and even the senior executive of the God-Entertainment Cult. He was frightened by an evil spirit and could not move. This shame can only be compensated by defeating him.

Looking at Lun, Myerson raised the Knight's sword, and the bacteria in the air slowly gathered towards Myerson.

Osgutin kept opening the gift of true knowledge, and suddenly an ominous feeling surged into his heart. In fact, this feeling was vaguely felt before, but because Negri's sense of existence was too strong, it interfered with this premonition.

It was not until this time that Osgutin clearly felt where this ominous came from. When he turned around, he saw that Mielson was slightly black, raised his knight's sword and pointed it at Lun's neck.

A trace of struggle flashed in Myerson's eyes, but there were more and more bacteria that invaded his body. Negri continued to convey his will through the bacteria, causing Myerson to become darker. Lun was in a state of indifference because of excessive use of the gift and had not yet discovered the dangers behind him.

"Temperance gift!" Osgutin used the Temperance gift again to limit Mielson's movements. Then he felt a pain in his chest, and a palm rushed out of his chest, and the palm was holding his beating heart.

"Care is confusing, and you are nothing more than that, Bishop Osgouting." Negri said disappointedly. No matter how pious his faith was, he was still alone and had various weaknesses.

"My Lord...Sacrifice..." Osgutin spit out a few words intermittently, and the next moment, the dazzling light shone brightly.
Chapter completed!