I couldn't care about this treasure anymore, so I took it down and threw it on the ground, urging the vitality that had just swallowed from the armored beast to repair my body with difficulty.

"Loki! I must kill you, tear you into pieces, and avenge my parents!"

I suddenly roared hard...

After that, my voice became hoarse, and my tears even choked into my throat, and I coughed in a mess.

I am now, the more I feel, the more I feel.

Although the life soul killing was sent into the golden shroud, the desire to kill people continued to increase, and even several times wanted to rush into the training camp to kill everyone. If I hadn't had the last bit of sober reason, my body was so tired and disabled that I could not move a finger, I might have really put this brainless impulse into practice.

Although this impulsive killing can be vented for a while, it is impossible to avenge my parents, and even venting it may not be possible.

I have not forgotten the power that the instructor exerted when he killed those disobedient scum in the dark training camp. The instructor is definitely not an existence I can deal with. To avenge his parents, you must control your emotions and not let yourself have any accidents until you gain enough power.

"I must live until I have the power to kill Loki. I am unwilling to die like this, the golden shroud cheers me up..."

The vitality I just seized from the armored beast "Golden Bull" is still a little spare, but it has not been converted into strengthening the body's nutrition. After exhausting these vitality, I barely regained my ability to move, and the first thing I did was to grab the golden shroud again.

The golden shroud seemed to be almost unable to withstand the "killing" of the life soul, and even began to reject my consciousness.

I couldn't give up this treasure. The golden shroud that swallowed the killing was shining with a strange light golden luster. It grew a lot longer than before, and it was nearly one meter.

My consciousness is one with the golden shroud, and the "killing" of the life soul is the birth of my own great hatred and the soul power. Therefore, the "killing" of the life soul has always had an impact on me, that is, the supernatural golden shroud, which relieved most of the pressure.

I yelled viciously: "Fuck Loki, fuck the weak and powerful man, I must kill him, and break him into pieces! Kill! Are you born because of me, and you also want to influence me? Submit me!"

The soul of life "killing" shrank into a ball in the golden shroud, constantly emitting the most vicious and cruel idea of ​​killing, trying to influence the golden shroud and also affect my mind.

When my consciousness and the golden shroud were once again combined, the killing became active thousands of times. It was like pouring a punch on boiling oil, and a severe pain that made people almost go crazy pierced into the depths of my soul.

In that short moment, I seemed to have been pressed into the eighteen levels of hell, and suffered all kinds of tragic tortures one by one. My soul was dispersed and refined, and I wonder how many tortures I had experienced.

The most hatred and murderous intent that resisted the "killing" of the life soul is extremely difficult. In just a moment, I was exhausted and sweating profusely. It was even harder than fighting more than ten battles, and my will was almost collapsed.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck... Stop it!"

All kinds of extreme pain that makes people want to die are enough to make any normal person crazy. The reason why I can still bear it is because I have been crazy long ago.

The golden shroud floated in the air like a storm, making all kinds of incredible twists.

Since my consciousness occupied it, the golden shroud will only react in various ways under the drive of my consciousness and instinct, otherwise it will be no different from ordinary cloth tapes. But now the golden shroud seems to be in a spirit, and this madness lasts for about half an hour.

Several times I thought I was going to be finished, but every time I held on, my will to avenge my parents made my will indestructible.

This battle was the most difficult battle in my life.

The hardship of the dark training camp is not as good as a child's house than this battle.

The battle with the remaining consciousness of the Golden Shroud was not worth mentioning compared to the life and death of subduing the life soul's "killing".

Every moment wanders on the edge of life and death, giving people no room for breath.

I don’t know how long the battle has passed. When my mind trembled, my consciousness seemed to break through a bottleneck and suddenly increased several times. The moment when the "killing" of the life soul was finally tamed, I could no longer lift half of my finger, and even breathing turned into a luxury.

"I... I'm finally alive! If you survive the disaster, you will have good fortune. Loki, wait for me, wait for me to poke your fart/eye, cut off every piece of your flesh, and let you die in the cruelest torture!"

I cursed this big enemy who killed the whole family fiercely, and I didn't realize that I was hoarse and was no different from a madman.

That's right, I've gone crazy long ago!

I was already crazy when Loki killed my whole family. Apart from revenge, I no longer felt that my life had any other meaning.

It is this madness that makes me stronger and stronger in the dark training camp, subdue the golden shroud, and resist the most hatred and murderous intent of the "killing" of the life soul.

This time I was not injured in my body, but my mental fatigue was more unbearable than physical injuries.

The "killing" of the soul of life finally surrendered, but my brain seemed to be pricked by thousands of steel needles, which made people want to go crazy.

I could do nothing except laugh and laugh, and just took this backlash like the cruelest torture in the world after exhausting my mental power.

Perhaps it was because I had gone through too many things, and my will was stronger than I expected. I wade through the ground like a dead fish for several hours, and finally survived this disaster.

When I could struggle to get up, my laughter was so gloomy that the air could solidify, and my body exuded a cold air like a needle tip.

I sat up in a panic, gently stroked the piece of fabric that looked like golden brocade, and let out a long breath, and still wrapped the golden shroud around my right wrist.

My eyes accidentally swept to the ground, and there were countless cracks on the ground, and several of them clearly outlined layers of concentric circles. I was stunned for a moment, and then punched it hard. The ground was like a wave shaking, cracking circles with fists as the center, forming three distinct cracks.
Chapter completed!