Vol 2 Chapter 1412: Buddhism

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In the depths of the Corrupted Land, Palpatine used a sharp Valyrian steel sword to cut off a tentacle that suddenly bulged out of his shoulder. After the tentacles landed, they turned into a hideous insect, and penetrated into the corrupt with its teeth and claws. In the mud.
Palpatine has become accustomed to this daily routine, and since he turned his back on the human side, he has become accustomed to the fact that he is a monster.
In fact, the difference is not that big, is it?
Palpatine's handsome face is still blooming except for a smile. He stretched out his arm. The skin on his arm was as white as jade. This is the perfect body that Nurgle promised him. According to the player's standards, this With 20 points of all physical attributes, his defensive ability and self-healing ability completely surpassed his previous body that was tossed by various potions and mutants.
If you don't consider the probability of alienation in the minute budget, Palpatine almost forgets that he is now the of choice for Nurgle.
Before Palpatine's smile was retracted, the corners of his mouth suddenly split, and the eyes of a reptile looked out along the wound in the corner of the mouth, exploring the world like a newborn.
The rebellious demon hunter didn't hesitate, and the Valyrian steel weapon cut off his cheek precisely along the seam of his jawbone.
After the alienated flesh fell to the ground, a snail-like body grew, slowly crawling into the distance, Palpatine gently watched the weird creature made of his own flesh and blood leave, and an open wound on his face. Turn a blind eye.
His bones are slowly growing, his nerves are being reconstructed, and his flesh and skin are constantly healing. This kind of injury will heal in less than five minutes.
Palpatine has become accustomed to this happening. This is the price he pays for peeking into the truth of the world. He must act as the of Nurgle and act as the Lord of Plague in this world that has entered a countdown. .
Two completely different worlds are linked by a twisted bond. You have me in you, and you in me. The complex system is beyond words and even incomprehension.
Palpatine single-handedly planned the demon hunter's rebellion. He was one of the first aborigines to be suspicious of the origin of foreigners. He has always been that maverick existence, even in the group of demon hunters.
Since his birth, he has traveled 324 years in this world. As a demon hunter, his experience is legendary. He has seen countless secrets that ordinary people cannot understand, and hunted down alien species that ordinary people have never seen.
But among these things, Palpatine remembers the secrets of the gods the most. He once investigated the history of this world, but in any case he could not get rid of the blockade of the gods. There was no legend of creation in this world. , As if the world was just like that before the creation of the world, the kingdom of the gods exalted the sky, and mortals established their own kingdoms on the earth.
When the hunting Mara fell, Palpatine immediately began to act. Before the appearance of other gods and churches, he had followed the direction of fate and found the remains of Mara.
He had fantasized about the image of the gods, but Mara's body was still beyond the limit of his imagination.
It was a pile of burnt black metal skeletons over 150 meters in length. Even if they fell from an unknown height, they still maintained their original structure.
It was a rough metal cylinder surrounded by radioactive parts. It was a relatively small metal cylinder. There was some kind of skin structure between the cylinder and the cylinder. Perhaps the horse-drawn body was more in the sky. Complicated structures, but they must have been burned during the fall.
Palpatine still remembered the shock in his heart at the time. Even though he was just an aboriginal, he knew that it was not the corpse of a god.
That thing is not even a living body, it is an object of some kind of mechanical structure!
Palpatine tried to get closer to observe, and even wanted to take the risk of getting some samples to observe, but the sudden appearance of angels of the gods made Palpatine had to flee in a hurry.
However, the seeds of doubt have been planted, and Palpatine continued to look for answers along the questions in his heart for the next period of time.
The answer came from Chaos. Palpatine remembered the day when he changed his own destiny. Of course, how could there be anything other than Chaos that could give him the answer?
The truth is so cruel enough to destroy the sanity of an excellent demon hunter chief. Palpatine pursues the truth. Nurgle gives him the truth. He wants power, but Nurgle gives power.
For Nurgle, everything that happens in this world is not important, what is important is how much he can get when the fruit is ripe and landed.
Last time in reincarnation, he chose Tom Riddle of the snake school as his agent. He did a good job. This time he chose Palpatine. Is there more choice and more fun? He always prefers Demon hunter.
It’s like the evil prefers elves, fear abuse prefers Africans, and Trick likes New Huaxia people the most. This world is their playground. When the game goes to the end, everyone’s playability is not high, so start choosing Agents, get more benefits.
It’s just that this time it’s somewhat different ~EbookFREE.me~ An interesting variable appeared on this unchanging chessboard, which changed many trajectories, even the most adept at it among them. Seize the thread of fate.
But for Nurgle and Horror, this is obviously a good thing, because every time they don’t take as much as the other two evil gods, and now there are variables, it is obviously more important for their badly planned existence. Advantage.
However, Nurgle is tired of this game, and horror is more radical. He always likes to use that variable to make trouble for and treacherous, while treacherous is more greedy. He wants to get behind the variable through variables The key to that world.
These things are too complicated for Nurgle. He doesn't like to think about so much, one more world, one less world, what can he do? Everything will eventually turn into eternal chaos in his pandemic cauldron.
He only needs to stand by his cauldron, continue to cook, patiently cook, and he will become the final winner.
Therefore, He is very tolerant of his followers and always fulfills their trivial wishes.
Nurgle tasted the substance in his own plague cauldron, and felt that the taste was a little worse. He still needs to continue to cook it, maybe add some more viciousness? He hummed inexplicably and seemed to be in a pretty good mood.
Palpatine prayed again like Nurgle, without responding, but the death maid in front of her was still standing fifty meters away, waiting for his answer.
"That new apprentice demon hunter? I'm bored anyway, so I can join in the fun." Palpatine stood up bored, waved off his right foot, and watched it expand. Then it exploded into a pool of slime, and countless bugs scattered in the slime.
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