Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 361 - 167: Flesh Curse_1

Chapter 361: Chapter 167: Flesh Curse_1

The dark fog swirled, and although it had thinned a bit, hardly any light pierced through, so the environment looked dim, exuding an oppressive sensation.

Lin Baici’s face was sombre as he looked at the burly man who had donned the Pharaoh’s golden mask atop the Pyramid.

"Commoners, kneel!"

The burly man, seeing Lin Baici not kneeling, immediately roared. His voice was filled with authority and dominance, like that of an emperor who had conquered boundless territories.

"Stay where you are!"

Lin Baici whispered an order to Kim Myungjin and Hua Yue Yu, then walked forward, "How do you prove you are our king?"

He needed to get closer to the other party to facilitate a sneak attack.

"Once I have donned this golden mask, I am your king!"

The burly man bellowed, spreading his arms wide, "Commoners, kneel. Offer your cheers and applause to your king!"

"Bai Ci, it’s too dangerous to confront him like this. Maybe you should kneel first?"

Cai Wenqi worried.

"Right, just kneel. It’s not like you’ll lose a piece of flesh!"

The salesman persuaded.

"To stay alive, there’s no shame in it."

The man in the hoodie spoke in a tone of understanding.

"Kneel quickly, or it might kill you!"

Seeing this, others also started to urge Lin Baici to kneel. In truth, they didn’t care about Lin Baici’s fate but were worried that his rash actions would bring trouble to everyone.

For instance, provoking the real Pharaoh.

Lin Baici was remarkably strong; he might be fine, but the others weren’t. If danger arose, there was a high probability they would die.

[A bunch of selfish trash!]

"Very well, great king, please accept my homage!"

Lin Baici took a few more steps forward, feigned preparing to kneel, then suddenly hurled the Dragon Tooth King Sword in his hand.

Whoosh!

The Bronze Sword, carrying a streak of greenish gloom, like a meteor flashing across the night sky in the height of summer, pierced through the burly man’s throat in the blink of an eye.

A spray of fresh blood gushed out, splashing onto the steps of the Pyramid.

The burly man staggered backward a few steps, then plummeted onto the stairs.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The burly man tumbled down.

"What?"

Everyone’s scalp tingled, and nobody had expected Lin Baici to suddenly act. His audacity knew no bounds, and his sword could actually fly?

Impressive!

Bai He Tun fixed his eyes on the Bronze Sword, his face showing thick greed.

That was a Top-tier Divine Prohibition.

Red Fin Whale paid no attention to the sword; she was more focused on Lin Baici’s character, realizing he was a domineering figure who wouldn’t bend the knee for anything, not even for show.

"Is it dead?"

The salesman glanced at the body a few times, then vigilantly surveyed his surroundings, wary of monsters suddenly attacking them.

Lin Baici approached the corpse of the burly man but stopped after a few meters because the man’s body twisted and he stood up again.

"Damn it, is it undead?"

"Has this guy turned into a monster?"

"Should we run now?"

The crowd was abuzz.

"Filthy and lowly commoners, you dare attack the greatest, most supreme King of ancient Egypt. I curse you, may misfortune cling to you all."

"Disease, disaster, war—they will swiftly claim your lives!"

The burly man stood there, screaming until his throat was hoarse.

His throat had a hole in it, blood gushing out, soaking his clothes, making him look like a bloodied being, terrifying and fierce.

On hearing the man’s curse, everyone’s faces turned ugly.

"It can’t be real, right?"

The salesman grumbled, thinking that even if the curse was ineffective, hearing it still felt ominous.

Some people wanted to leave.

"Useless, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, the curse will follow, killing you and then your families, relatives, and friends."

"For defiling the most supreme King, death is your only outcome!"

After the burly man spoke, the two gemstone eyes on the golden mask he wore suddenly shot out two beams of purple light, sweeping across the crowd from left to right, touching everyone.

"Damn it!"

The crowd jumped in fright, some of the more timid women even started crying.

Lin Baici lowered his head, touching the part of his chest that the beam had swept over, feeling nothing.

"You said you just had to kneel, why did you have to kill it? Stupid O, aren’t you?"

A woman with permed hair complained.

Among these people, some were quite unhappy with Lin Baici for having brought the Pharaoh’s curse upon them, but due to his formidable combat strength, they didn’t dare to voice their grievances.

"Shut your dog mouth!"

Kim Myungjin scolded.

"You can leave; no one’s stopping you!"

Hua Yue Yu glared at the permed-hair woman, "And please remember, if Lin Baici hadn’t saved you just now, you would’ve been taken away by those mummies!"

"He helped me, and I’m grateful for it, but now he’s dragged everyone into a mess!"

The permed-hair woman deliberately shifted the concept.

Because saving someone warranted much more gratitude than mere help, by saying "helped," she implied she didn’t owe Lin Baici a huge favor.

"Did you forget what I said just now? Following me is dangerous!"

Lin Baici glanced at the permed-hair woman, "Who told you to come with us?"

"Uh..."

The permed-hair woman was left speechless.

After reaching the top of the Pyramid, the burly man sat on the steps, then looked down at these people, "Commoners, relish your death slowly!"

When everyone was anxious and unsure what to do next, a middle-aged, portly man suddenly, without any warning, went thump and fell flat to the ground.