Saint Laurent Prison Warden

Chapter 165: Brand Dissolution
Hunting Outer Gods. This sounds like a very crazy thing. Even for the lawless demigod wizards, few people dare to put hunting Outer Gods on the agenda.

But Richard not only dared, but also had experience in successful hunting.

With Mohammed as an insider, Richard roughly understood the nature of the existence of the Hunter Mother in the lake.

All that remains is verification.

"First, gods cannot change their nature at will. Since the Outer God in the Fishman Lake calls herself the Mother of Hunting, her power must be related to hunting.

Judging from the fact that He was so anxious to reproduce the fish-men and force Muhammad with the Hunter's Brand, He should be in a critical recovery period and urgently need to perform a hunting-like ritual.

Maybe we can start from this point.”

Richard tapped the table lightly, his expression changing several times.

"The most important thing now is to verify the extent of Saint Laurent Prison's suppression of foreign gods. Perhaps, we need to let Mohammed suffer a little."

Thinking of this, Richard patted Mohammed on the shoulder and asked, "Old Mo, how long will it take for your next Hunter's Mark to occur?"

"Hunter's Mark... Wait a minute, let me take a look." Mohammed closed his eyes and sensed it for a while, then opened his eyes and said excitedly:

“Boss, the three hunter brands on me are about to expire.

The earliest one, a week later, required me to hunt a giant mouth flower king in the muddy woodlands northwest of the swamp.

The second one was 15 days later, requiring me to bring the murlocs to build a murloc tribe in front of the Hognose Snake Swamp.

The third one was two months later, requiring me to lead the fishmen to make a lizard drum with the skin of the lizards, and then to hold a grand sacrificial ceremony, sacrificing at least sixty lizards to the Mother of Hunters.

"Hmm?" Richard raised his eyebrows slightly when listening to Mohammed's words. "Giant Mouth Flower King. I remember it. Some of the skeleton soldiers were killed when they scouted there before.

If I remember correctly, it was a pan-growing collective subconscious plant.

All the giant mouth flowers in the entire mud forest are considered parts of the giant mouth flower king. Each of them can exist independently, and all of them together are the giant mouth flower king.

It's not difficult to deal with a single giant mouth flower, but it's troublesome to clean up all of them. So I didn't mess with the giant mouth flowers in that direction."

"Yes." Mohammed nodded and said with great admiration: "I spent more than half a year looking for the King of Giant Mouth Flowers, but found nothing. It was not until recently that I realized from divine revelation that the King of Giant Mouth Flowers is the collection of all giant mouth flowers.

But you knew it right away, sir. Is this the mage? He is so knowledgeable!

My Lord, the fishmen I gathered were originally prepared for the attack on the Giant Flower King."

"Then I understand." Richard nodded and said, "Old Mo, let me ask you, do you trust me?"

"Boss, of course I trust you! Like you said before, my life belongs to you."

"That's fine. I'm going to do an experiment that may make you feel a little uncomfortable. But don't worry, I will definitely protect you and won't let you suffer too much, nor will I put your life in danger. Are you willing to cooperate with me?"

"Boss, I do! I'll listen to you in everything!" Lao Mo opened his fish mouth without hesitation and spit out bubbles.

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A week later, Richard, who was well prepared, stood next to Lao Mo.

When the sun was on Lao Mo's back, a piece of fish scale had completely decayed into a pitch-black color, and layers of fish skin bubbles appeared.

These fish skin bubbles form a pattern of frog webbed feet, which looks very creepy.

At this time, Muhammad was lying flat on the ground, shaking desperately, his body rolling on the ground, and shouting non-stop.

"Mother of the Hunt, I was wrong. I was on a mission. Please let me go, please let me go! Ah! Don't come over here, don't come over here! What do you want to do to me? Go away! Go away now!"

There was clearly nothing around, but Mohammed looked extremely frightened.

He rushed left and right while surrounded by numerous skeleton soldiers, trying desperately to protect his skeleton guards and to make a way out.

Combining with what Muhammad said before, Richard understood that perhaps some illusions that only Muhammad could see with his own eyes had appeared in front of Muhammad.

"Green, take him away!"

"Yes, boss!"

At Richard's command, Greenham raised the hammer and smashed it on the back of Mohammed's head with a bang, then grabbed him, who was seeing stars, and carried him on his shoulder.

He and Richard jumped onto the gargoyle, which spread its wings and flew towards St. Laurent Prison.

"Doctor Princeton said that the Hunter's Mark is a root cause, and the curse can only be maintained and strengthened if the caster of the mark, that is, the Outer God in the Fishman Lake, continuously provides energy.

Saint Laurent Prison has the power to prohibit magic, divine arts and other supernatural abilities. If Muhammad enters Saint Laurent Prison, it means that Saint Laurent Prison can suppress the power of the Mother of Hunting, and it is possible to suppress the Mother of Hunting herself.

But if that doesn't work, it means that the Mother of Hunting's power at this time may have exceeded the control limit of Saint Laurent Prison - demigod level.

An Outer God who is above the level of a demigod lives in the swamp, so I should just give up the idea of ​​catching him and start to protect myself with all my strength."

The gargoyle flew very fast, and in the blink of an eye, Mohammed was brought to the gate of Saint Laurent Prison.

Green Ham banged the hammer again, removing the stun effect on his head.

"This... this is..." Muhammad woke up slowly and looked around in confusion. Gradually, his eyes became clear, and a visible surprise appeared on the fishman's face.

"Oh my god, how could this happen! Awesome! This is really amazing."

Richard asked hurriedly: "Lao Mo, tell me, what did you see?"

"Boss! Those monsters that emerged from the Merman Lake and look exactly like me have all stayed around our prison and don't dare to come in!

They formed a circle, squeezing each other until they were almost squashed. But they didn't dare to come in!"

"Don't dare to come in? No, it should be that you can't come in. Lao Mo, are you still feeling uncomfortable right now? Do you still have the dizziness and pain you mentioned before?"

"Without the boss, I feel better and more clear-headed than ever before." Mohammed was a little excited.

His loyalty, which had already exceeded 90, also began to slowly rise.

Richard's eyes lit up. He took out a pitch-black magic-forbidden stone stick with a curved head and put it into Old Mo's hand.

"You told me before that those hunter phantoms need to touch your body to bring new marks. This stick should not be a part of your body. Take this stick and lure a phantom in."

"Okay, boss." After being hunted like a stray dog ​​for many years, Mohammed was extremely excited to finally be in charge.

He excitedly took the stick Richard gave him, ran to the hunter phantom, swung the stick with both hands, smashed it hard into the air, and then pulled it back with force.

A magical scene happened. In Richard's eyes, Mohammed's stick was clearly hooked in the air, but he seemed to be wrestling with a tug-of-war. All the muscles in his body were tense, and he was stepping back while yelling, but he could not step back even one step.

The magic-suppressing stone stick was also suspended upright in the air, as if it had turned into a rope.

"Boss..." Green walked up to Richard and asked in a low voice: "This is really seeing the dead. There really is something we can't see fighting with Old Mo."

"No, it shouldn't be. The one who fought with Old Mo from beginning to end was not something else. It was Old Mo himself." Richard shook his head and said:
"Look, Lao Mo seems to be struggling with something, but he never moves forward or backward and always maintains the same posture.

This shouldn't be the case.

As long as there is a slight difference in power between him and his opponent, it will be reflected in the distance between them.

Lao Mo didn't move at all, which could only mean that his invisible opponent was exactly as strong as he was.

Princeton also said that the essence of the Hunter's Brand is to corrupt a person's soul into soil, which is used to hatch another self who believes more in the source of the brand.

So the phantom in Lao Mo's eyes did not crawl out from the real fish-man lake, but crawled out from the fish-man lake deep in his heart.

Every time he was defeated by those phantoms, his faith in the Mother of the Hunt would grow stronger, until he was completely replaced by the phantoms and became a fanatical believer of the Mother of the Hunt. "

A taxi driver appeared in Richard's mind. Like Lao Mo, he was originally an ordinary person, but he was also chosen by the Outer God and ended up in a miserable way.

"I couldn't save the driver, but Lao Mo still has a chance." Richard nodded in his heart and walked to Lao Mo.

He stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Lao Mo's lower back, then gently pulled him back.

This little bit of force instantly broke his balance, causing Lao Mo to sit down on the ground with a thud.

Chi!

A strange explosion sounded in the air, and the lingering smoke slowly dissipated in front of Lao Mo. Lao Mo sat on the ground, his eyes gradually changed from confusion to clarity, followed by ecstasy.

"Killed him! I killed him, I did it, I defeated the hunter! Oh my God!" Lao Mo stood up suddenly, raised the magic-suppressing stick in his hand excitedly, and let out a loud shout.

Behind him, a heavily corroded scale suddenly ignited on its own, gradually forming a strange pattern behind him.

The pattern looks a bit like a key, but also like a frog with a huge mouth and a fish body.

Richard had never seen that pattern before, but when he saw it for the first time, a word popped up in his mind.

hunting.

"Huh?!" The ecstatic Mohammed's cheering voice gradually faded. He looked at his hands in confusion, looked around, turned around and said to Richard:
"Boss, all those hunter phantoms are gone. I got another revelation from God. God told me that hunting the Giant-Mouth Flower King is no longer a mandatory mission.

But if I can hunt down the Giant Mouth Flower King, I will be able to plunder an extremely special ability from the Giant Mouth Flower King! I can turn other murlocs into my own clones just like the Giant Mouth Flower King! I will become the true king of murlocs.

Boss, does this mean that the Mother of Hunters has recognized me? "

"Hehe." Richard was amused. "Is it possible that you should get this reward every time you complete a hunt?

But before, the reward was taken by the Hunter Mother. Now that you are out of her control, she has no other way to deal with you, so she uses this method to tempt you to continue to work for her.

You were sold out by Him, and you're still happy? Are you stupid? With your brain, you still want to be a mage. Even if you are cured, you'll still be drooling. "

Richard knocked on Muhammad's head and punched him to get another 0.4 points of loyalty, successfully raising Muhammad's loyalty to 92.

After exceeding 90 points, every point of loyalty can bring about a qualitative change in Mohammed's obedience.

"Ah. Is that so? Then I won't do the hunting mission anymore." Mohammed scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Do it, why not." Richard looked towards the distant lake with a smile on his face.

“Now that we have confirmed that the power of the Mother of Hunting is no greater than that of a demigod, we don’t need to be polite to her.

The relationship between hunter and prey has never been a fixed one; it only depends on the comparison of strength.

He wants the giant flower king, right? We give it to him."

clap clap!

Richard clapped his hands towards the sky, and two gargoyles flew out from the gate of Saint Laurent Prison in an instant.

With a loud bang, the gate of Saint Laurent Prison collapsed. The iron army, covered in armor, marched in neat steps and came to Richard step by step!

"The warden is in charge of the prison, eradicating evil and suppressing disobedience!"

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Snapped!
The sound of dripping water awakened Odysseus from his sleep.

She suddenly opened her eyes and looked around in horror.

She saw pairs of huge purple eyes surrounding her from all directions, as if spying on her every move.

The moment these eyes discovered that Odyssey had woken up, they quickly grew tentacles like oars, glided through the air, flew around, and disappeared into the darkness.

"Is this... the breath of the gods?" Odysseus was a little stunned. "Could it be that the gods behind Saint Laurent Prison are observing me?
No, it's impossible. Saint Laurent Prison can suppress me so much, the gods behind it must be much more powerful than me.

In His eyes, I am probably transparent and have no secrets. He doesn't even need to hide and peek at me.

There are other spirits watching me in Saint Laurent Prison. Could it be another prisoner?"

Odysseus jumped out of the pool in confusion. Her ears moved and she vaguely heard some movement above the prison.

(End of this chapter)