Blink Dagger

Ignore the activity in the data column.

Roger simply rolled it up casually after killing the man.

The "Dragon Binding Silk" then slid smoothly onto the neck of another Withered Cultist.

The cult members, caught up in their fanaticism, were completely unaware of the impending crisis.

He was still cursing wildly.

Roger gave it a gentle pull.

He swallowed his curses.

Roger mechanically repeated his previous actions.

They approached the next target stealthily.

The cultists in front were desperately ramming against the flimsy wooden door.

Completely unaware of the assassination attempt behind them.

"Kara-la!"

The wooden door was smashed open.

"All things will eventually wither!"

The three cultists in yellow robes at the front, their faces contorted with rage, stormed in! Thud! A flash of cold light.

A thin sword pierced the ribs of a cult member.

It was a boy hiding behind the door!

But the cultist seemed oblivious to it.

He grabbed the poor little boy with his right hand and said disdainfully, "This little brat dares to harm the believers of the true God?"

"Look how scared he is!"

He grinned menacingly and tried to call his companions to watch the little boy's terrified face.

But at this moment.

He suddenly realized that something was wrong—

There should have been a frenzied response from behind him.

At this moment, however, all was silent.

He quickly turned around and saw only the horrific sight of corpses torn apart on the ground!

He was terrified.

Before she could even scream—

A loose, floppy feeling came over my neck.

The cultists' view began to sway and slide downwards.

Until it was pitch black.

"Stop hiding, go find your parents right now and tell them that a large group of Withered Cultist are flanking us from behind."

Roger glanced at the terrified little boy and yelled again in the direction of the stroller.

Two seconds later.

A younger boy emerged from the back of the car.

He pulled up his pants, somewhat bewildered.

Seeing this scene.

The older boy gritted his teeth and pulled his rapier from the cultist's stomach.

He grabbed another boy's hand and whispered:

"Don't be afraid, little brother. I will protect you. Let's go."

The two hurriedly walked into the farm.

After walking a dozen meters or so.

The boy with the sword seemed to remember something, and turned around while shouting, "Thank you for saving my life!"

"I can..."

His voice gradually faded away.

Because the area around the wall was already deserted.

In the thick fog in the distance.

A denser patch of yellow appeared faintly.

The boy alertly grabbed his younger brother's hand.

It ran away very quickly.

Three minutes later.

More than twenty Withered Cultist dressed in yellow rushed through the wooden gate and into the farm.

Behind the wooden door.

Roger, wearing Shadow Cloak, frowned slightly.

Logically speaking...

He should rush up and kill all these cultists now.

After all, this was after killing the first Withered Cultist.

The advanced missions have begun.

This time.

The system gave us a full month to complete the task! On the surface...

There is plenty of time.

But Roger felt an even greater sense of urgency.

This means that this advanced quest may be much more difficult than the last one! Let's not even mention the Two-Headed Dragon for now.

The "Wither Cult" alone exudes an eerie aura.

After that round of assassinations...

Roger was certain that these Withered Cultist were just ordinary people, at most a little stronger than ordinary people.

However, their level is as high as 40.

Their actual combat strength is far too inflated!

What's more troublesome is that it might be due to the "Withered King".

Aside from level and health, Roger couldn't obtain any more information using his Qi Divination Technique.

Therefore, he had to hide behind the door and observe the cult members.

Fortunately, this method eventually proved effective.

"Extraordinary Perception: You have discerned the ' Wither King's Communion Fruit ' in the Withered Cultist."

"The Wither King's Communion Fruit: In the 'sacrifice' ritual 10 minutes ago, these cultists paid with their souls in exchange for explosive power and satiety."

"I see."

Roger's heart tightened. "Holy Sacrifice Ritual cannot be presided over by ordinary people; they must be priests of at least the extraordinary level!"

"But among those who just rushed over, there were no Transcendent Professional."

He couldn't help but glance once more into the depths of the thick fog.

After that wave of cultists rushed over.

There was no further news.

at the same time.

A fiercer battle broke out on the farm.

They were surrounded by cult members from both the front and the rear.

The people on the farm could only stick together and struggle to survive.

They eventually retreated to a Warehouse.

In the Warehouse.

The faint sound of a woman crying could be heard.

Outside the Warehouse.

More and more men in yellow clothes rushed out of the thick fog in a frenzy.

They surrounded the Warehouse, gesturing wildly and shouting:

Everything will eventually wither.

"Only by joining us can we find salvation!"

The men guarding the door silently tightened their grip on their weapons.

Roger gave them a long look.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and walked away.

On the data panel.

"Complete Sixth Sense: You sense that a Patriarch of the Wither Cult is nearby. He has also clearly sensed your presence and harbors strong malice towards you."

"We must deal with that patriarch first!"

Roger's figure slowly disappeared into the air.

On the farm.

A fierce battle slowly unfolded.

Everything will eventually wither.

"Only by joining us can we find salvation."

North of the farm.

On the back seat of an overturned carriage.

A man in a yellow shirt was intently flipping through a thick book in his hands, occasionally uttering the above murmurs.

He was wrapped in more than a dozen iron chains.

The two thinnest chains pierced his collarbone and ribs respectively.

A shocking scab had formed on his skin.

There were hundreds of corpses near the carriage.

His feet were on the corpse of a farmer.

Many more corpses were arranged in some kind of ritualistic manner.

Suddenly.

He closed the thick book.

Smiling at the air not far away, he said, "But those with wicked intentions are not worthy of salvation."

With a loud "pop," the nearby corpses exploded one after another.

The air in that area distorted and trembled slightly.

The next moment.

Roger appeared, expressionless.

He wasn't surprised at all that he had been discovered.

The "Shadow Cloak" ring count is a bit too low.

This specialization begins to lose its effectiveness against enemies of level 40+.

What's more, the enemy in front of us is a truly ruthless character!

"Devout Nuo Ou (Wither Cult 3rd Patriarch)"

Template: Elite/Exceptional

"Class: Withered Cultist LV30 / Curse Priest LV22"

More information is in the question mark.

This made Roger extremely focused.

Nuo Ou smiled and was about to say something when Roger rushed over to him first!

Nuo Ou snorted coldly.

The corpses began to explode.

But under the influence of Extraordinary Perception.

Roger's route perfectly avoided every single corpse.

The explosion could injure Roger.

However, this move also affected his speed of advance.

The Curse Priest sighed softly.

He drew a deep blue dagger from his waist, made three quick cuts on his forearm, and muttered, "I curse you: Don't be too fast!"

The next second.

Roger's body seemed to be under a slowing spell.

Not only did its speed decrease drastically, but it was even nearly blown up by a corpse!...

"Warning: You have been afflicted by Nuo Ou's ' Slow Curse '."

"Slow Curse: Your movement speed is instantly halved and continues to decrease at a rate of 5 points per second."

Duration: 15 seconds

"Curses are such a hassle!"

Roger glanced at it silently.

He adjusted his posture and continued his relentless advance.

Seeing this, Nuo Ou became somewhat dissatisfied and stabbed himself hard in the thigh with a dagger!

A large amount of blood gushed out.

But he shouted with a gleeful expression, "I curse you: may you stumble and fall while running!"

In an instant.

Roger stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.

But Nuo Ou's smile didn't last long.

Because Roger's body maintained its balance in an incredible way—

In that instant.

Roger's ankles were almost touching the ground! Nuo Ou frowned.

He suddenly pulled out the dagger and stabbed it into his other thigh! "I curse you: may you always trip and fall while running!"

Roger stumbled again.

This time it was even more dangerous—

The outside of his two ankles were twisted into a grotesque shape, almost 300 degrees.

But he just couldn't fall down.

Nuo Ou looked surprised.

"Hint: You've been cursed by Nuo Ou's ' Wrestling Curse '."

"Notification: Your special ability - Nimble Feet- is active..."

Using the effect of "Nimble Feet".

Roger finally approached the carriage.

The next moment.

He suddenly unleashed his full power.

He shot off like an arrow.

The Red Moon in his hand aimed straight at the Curse Priest!

In the blink of an eye.

Nuo Ou gripped the dagger tightly in his hand.

A flash of blue light.

He vanished from the spot!

Roger missed his target.

He could only step onto the top of the carriage.

80 meters away.

Nuo Ou tilted his head and looked at Roger, whose dagger had turned gray.

He spoke with a smile on his face:

"I have said that those with evil intentions do not deserve redemption."

"You are the perfect example—you actually tried to kill me!"

"This is absolutely insane! I can't accept the fact that someone like you is still alive!"

"I must purify you!"

Roger couldn't be bothered with him at all.

While Nuo Ou was rambling on.

He charged at the other person again, head down.

This time.

With the corpses no longer an obstacle, his efficiency increased significantly.

But Nuo Ou reacted quickly.

He raised the dagger high in his hand and plunged it into his own shoulder!

Then comes the lower abdomen, chest, cheeks...

This was accompanied by the Curse Priest's frantic act of stabbing himself in the back.

One curse after another fell upon Roger like snowflakes! These curses piled up together.

This created a terrifying snowball effect.

Roger's movements became incredibly slow.

His every move was like a slow-motion replay.

Even more frightening is...

His other bodily functions also declined significantly due to the harassment of multiple curses.

His breath grew weaker and weaker.

But he kept running!

Seeing this scene.

The Curse Priest, covered in blood, laughed maniacally as he plunged the dagger into his ribs!

The next second.

He cut through his skin and flesh, and precisely removed his pancreas with a dagger!

Nuo Ou's voice sounded like the pronouncement of death.

The echoes lingered in the mist:

"All things will eventually wither, and your day of withering is today!"

I curse you: May your life slip away uncontrollably!

The next second.

Roger's stats panel showed a red warning!

"Warning: You have been struck by Nuo Ou's ' Sacrifice Curse '."

"Sacrifice Curse: Your health is instantly halved and continues to decrease at a rate of 16 points per second."

Duration: 1 minute

That moment.

Roger was extremely weak, and his movements resembled those of an old man.

But at the same time.

He and Nuo Ou were now very close! "Almost there."

He silently estimated the limits of his goal.

In an instant.

A terrifying aura erupted from his body.

It was as if an endless stream of life force was surging up from the unknown!...

Your level has been increased to LV38.

Your level has been increased to LV43.

"Note: Your level has increased by a full 1 level in a short period of time. You will gain a 60-second 'Rebirth' effect."

"Rebirth: You will remove all negative status effects and be immune to any negative status effects for the duration of the effect."

The next moment.

Roger had leveled up 10 times, pushed off with his toes.

He rushed forward at an incredible speed!

Under Nuo Ou's shocked gaze.

The Red Moon, containing 1350% of its power, had already sliced through his body! Crimson Shadow poured out like a flood.

In just a few seconds.

All that remained of the Curse Priest were some strips of meat.

The more unlucky thing is...

The Curse Priest did not grant Roger any special abilities.

Even the Echo Orb didn't explode.

But Roger didn't care.

He simply walked over quickly and picked up the dagger that Nuo Ou had just used to escape.

"Flicker Dagger (Dagger/Extraordinary)"

Rating: SS+

"Attributes: Strength +1 / Agility +1"

Special Effects: Blinking

"Blink: You will be teleported to any location within 80 meters in 0.2 seconds."

"Limit: Once per day"

There's also an interesting line of text at the very bottom.

Note: Fools wield the dagger of payment, while wise men arm themselves with the blade of suffocation.

Roger gripped the Flicker Dagger tightly and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's not too bad."