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Chapter 230 The second deathbed transformation, the curse of greed
"Kent, why didn't you stop them?"

Sage Aoqi looked suspiciously at Dr. Destiny whose eyes were shining golden light.

"I also want to know her secrets." Kent said bluntly.

"But--"

Zatara laughed: "Don't worry, we won't actually watch her get killed.

First of all, they are blocked by the sealing wall that we jointly cast, and they cannot use the powerful rule magic.

In addition, Harley Quinn kept yelling and cursing, which is both annoying and shows that she can handle it now. "

Sage Aoqi frowned, feeling uncomfortable.

There seems to be nothing wrong with Zatara's words. If she doesn't ask for help, they don't need to save her.

But the problem is, no matter what secrets or treasures the witch Harley has, it is her own business, and they have no reason to force her.

What is it that you force her first, let her call for help, and then rescue her?
"Gudong." Harley knew the sea, the experience jar was overflowing, level 31!
The upper limit of blood power has been increased.

Can transform magic power again.

"Hey, it's strange!" Doctor Fate exclaimed in surprise, "Harley Quinn's momentum suddenly soared even though she was seriously injured, and the speed at which she absorbed Satan's power also accelerated!"

Before the bloodline was raised to the limit, Harley slowed down the speed of drawing Satan's power. Now that she has risen to level 31, breaking the limit of level 30, she once again used her full strength.

Satan's magic power is like a torrential river, pouring into the world from the depths of hell. The black magic power around her is getting stronger and stronger, and the huge sealing ball begins to expand slowly.

"With such violent power, I, a veteran grandmaster who has lived for 800 years, dare not touch it lightly.

Why is witch Harley okay?

Even the strength has skyrocketed obviously, what secret technique can be so powerful? "Madam Hong screamed.

The blue-skinned monk wearing a cassock and hanging Buddhist beads on his chest said excitedly: "Brahma, it must be a 'singularity curse' that stuck a loophole in a certain cosmic rule!"

"Singularity curse? Oumaikar, every singularity curse represents a god." The mages were excited.

Turning exclusive spells into rules is the master of magic.

And to be promoted from a master to a god, one must write one's own rules in the "Book of Magic" that represents the law of magic operation.

To put it bluntly, it is to let the multiverse accept your rules.

Taking Zhu Xi, a master of Confucianism, as an example, he studied under Ercheng (joined Ercheng's school, not apprenticed to Ercheng), learned Ercheng's "natural law" magic, and used it as his own exclusive magic spell.

In this way, he became an official mage (graduated from Er Cheng Office).

Later, based on Er Cheng's theory, Zhu Xi developed a more complete and "advanced" "Zhu Zi Neo-Confucianism", which turned the exclusive curse into his own rules, and achieved the position of a great master.

Later, Zhu Zi's Neo-Confucianism was recognized by many Confucian scholars, and it showed a trend of accumulating beliefs. God (court, ruler) approved his new rules and included them in the "Book of Magic Rules".

In this way, Zhu Zi's Neo-Confucianism has become a rule (law) that all mages (people) in the multiverse (Da Tianchao) must abide by.

Zhu Xi used this to break through the realm of the master and achieve the position of the gods and wizards-entered the Confucian Temple and became a sage.

Did you notice?

To become a spirit wizard, not only must you have your own new rules, but you must also allow "God" to approve your rules.

In reality, prepare a few good friends, a plate of peanuts, and a pot of spicy crayfish for you.
After drinking two bottles of Erguotou, you can also talk about major events in the world, pointing out the country, criticizing Fang Qiu, the thinkers in the past, and forming a set of their own theories. Friends who are also drunk, echo and applaud loudly applause.
However, don’t say that “God” doesn’t bother to talk to you, as long as your wife who is disturbed by your drinking madness rushes in and slaps you in the face, you will deny the law (theory) of the evolution of the “exclusive curse” Already——with his head down, he apologized repeatedly to his wife.

Therefore, magic masters are born every few years in this world, but few are promoted to god wizards.

However, there is a magic spell that can immediately make "God" recognize you.

That is the "singularity curse" that finds the loopholes in the laws of the universe.

For example, you have neither gay friends nor peanuts and crayfish, but as long as you really point out a loophole in the existing law, even if your wife still slaps you, God (country) will seriously think about it and accept it in time Your "new rules" fill in the loopholes.

First use the Singularity Curse to steal power, and then create new laws based on the Singularity Curse to fill in the loopholes, and you can easily promote to the gods.

This is a precedent.

For example, the famous Thunder Shazam!

The secret of the Singularity Curse must not be known to all mages, but the mages who came here at this time are at least the archmages.

So, everybody knows, everybody's in a frenzy.

"Hahaha, ants, when I become a god, I want you to look good!"

Feeling the power filling her body, Harley ignored her bruises and laughed even more wildly.

These words simply added fuel to the fire, stimulating everyone.

"Hurry up, let's all do our best to interrupt her promotion!" Faust shouted.

The mage's attacks became more and more unscrupulous, even Zatara and Dr. Fate couldn't help being curious, and "lightly" threw a few beams of energy rays into it.

"Oops, my brain is wide—"

"Ouch—"

Everyone has a limited amount of experience to offer.

A great mage is worth a thousand ordinary people, and a grand master is even more exaggerated, but they also have an upper limit of experience.

And Harry fell into madness, but still had instincts.

Gradually, some weaker mages with vicious methods—high attack and malice, fast loss of experience—no longer provided experience, and were abandoned by Harley.

Use the mind spell to counter the injury, so that they will no longer attack her wantonly.

"Gudong."

After a few breaths, the experience tank overflowed again, level 32!
Magic has a price.

Harley couldn't feel the cost now.

After being injured, the anti-injury magic is continuously stimulated in the body, which is the output of magic power.

But the power of Satan continued to flow in, and the surge of blood power brought the ultimate sense of satisfaction and joy, giving her the illusion that she was getting it all the time without giving anything.

Grandmasters are not vegetarians. Even if their magic attacks are immune to [-]%, the remaining [-]% are still huge damage, not to mention that many magics are physical attacks, such as bone spears and ice cones.
Therefore, Harley is extremely miserable at this time, covered in cuts and bruises, dripping with blood, torn flesh, and broken bones
She is like a live chicken that has been skinned, and then beaten by a master insider.

Both inside and outside hurt.

But she didn't notice that the strength in her body was still increasing sharply, as satisfying as a hungry person eating a full meal.

The anti-injury magic was activated, and she didn't even feel the pain of being hurt, only the joy of releasing the magic and the pride of controlling everything.

"Hahaha, you bunch of selves—"

"Harry, be careful!" Suddenly, a stern voice sounded like thunder in her sea of ​​consciousness.

Some unfamiliar familiar middle-aged male voice, speaking very fast: "Look at yourself! You are dying, hurry up and recover from your injuries with the merits of heaven!"

"Who? What are you talking about?" Harry didn't react for a while.

"It's me, Stranger. You've entered your second deathbed metamorphosis, and woke up quickly——"

Stranger's voice turned into real thunder, illuminating Harry's chaotic sea of ​​consciousness.

Harry shivered, looked down, but saw nothing, the darkness in front of his eyes.

She stretched out her hand tremblingly. There were no eye sockets, let alone eyeballs.

Even her hand has only two phalanxes left.

She was terrified in her heart and wanted to scream, but she couldn't make any sound.

No tongue, no mouth.
Harry was even more frightened.

She fumbled wildly, her body was wet, pitted and dripping, sometimes soft, it was rotting flesh; sometimes it was hard, it was the bones exposed on the body surface.

She was almost beaten by the mages. She recalled the old eunuch at the end of "Three Heroes of the East" in the childhood shadow series. She also thought of "Dragon Inn". Donnie Yen, who was warmly "entertained" by the waiter, seemed to be an eunuch too.
Harley is scary.

She didn't feel any pain, instead, she felt comfortable and ecstatic.

So evil.

After being so frightened, she also completely woke up, and quickly followed Stranger's instructions, no longer pouring the power of heaven transformed by meritorious deeds into the experience jar, and divided a part of it into a healing technique.

"Om—" The warm holy light seeped out of her body, the darkness in front of her eyes turned blood red, the blood red quickly receded, and the foreground was clearly visible
"I buy Karma!" She was frightened.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw colorful magic attacks, like a tsunami, sweeping towards him wave after wave.

Harry raised his arm subconsciously, blocking it in front of him.

Then she saw that there was only a scorched bone left in the arm, with some blue fascia and bloody flesh.

"Fake!" Lowering her head, she saw more and more terrifying pictures.

"Boom boom boom boom!" The magic fell on his body, emitting a brilliant brilliance.

"Bobo bobo."

The giant golden shield emerged and shattered on her body, layer after layer, as continuous as magic attacks.

"This is my natal curse!"

Only then did Harley realize that she didn't die like this. Apart from her high magic resistance and defense, she was also thanks to the expensive magic she learned from the goddess Azhar—the shield of protection.

The magic attack fell on the body, and it was weakened by [-]% by the "third specialty resistant skin".

Then, the [-]-point defense of the physical body resisted part of it.

Then the Guardian Shield activated by the damage offsets part of it.

Only less than [-]% of the real damage is left.

Of course, as long as the attacks are strong enough and dense enough, [-]% of the damage will be fatal enough if accumulated.

But don't forget, Harley's full attributes are 31 at this time, and she will be 32 soon.

All attributes include recovery, 31 points of recovery.

In this way, Harley was not killed by a wave of instant kills, and she was able to persist until now. In fact, it did not last long. It has only been two or three minutes since the mage started attacking.

The Stranger lived on Gotham Long Island and came before Zatara.

It's just that Harley was obviously benefiting before, even if he told her to stop, she wouldn't listen, so she kept hiding by the side.

It was only when Harry was about to play off that he sounded a reminder.

After spending a total of [-] merits, Harley finally returned to the appearance of a white and tender little beauty.

"Why didn't you remind me earlier?" she complained to the Stranger.

Stranger smiled wryly: "I'm the same as them, thinking that you have some treasure or secret technique as a trump card, who knows"

I thought you were pretending to be aggressive, but I didn't think you were a sha-pen!

After a pause, he said: "Who knows that your life is hanging by a thread, you are dying, and you are still laughing wildly.

I just woke up, you probably encountered the 'curse of greed' that was extremely common in ancient times but rarely appears now, a dying transformation that is more terrifying than the mind and cognition. "

(End of this chapter)