The Original Seeker Chapter 288: itch

　　 "Boom!" As the augmented altar exploded, the live broadcast stopped abruptly.

　　 This live broadcast lasted less than ten minutes, but because there was a whole superpower behind it, it was immediately spread to the whole world.

　　 With the help of the Internet, the followers of countless rounds of religion naturally saw this live broadcast. After seeing this video, they all became extremely excited.

　　"This is a contempt for our faith!"

　　 "If there is no believer, everyone will fall into the **** of flames!"

　　 "Destroy his family!"

　　 "Dead! Die!"

　　……

　　 Mysore country is full of voices clamoring for revenge. The words Ning Yanhuo used to describe them as idiots, trash, and **** in the live broadcast deeply hurt the self-esteem of these people.

　　 They will never tolerate people who insult their beliefs to live in this world!

　　 "A blow to the curse-powered person..." Ramdor was already aware of the troubles of the situation.

　　 Maybe the believers at the bottom still don't know the power of this level of power, but he knows that this is definitely a disaster that can affect the entire country.

　　 At this time, he even hoped that the other party’s attack would hit him, even if it consumed ten death holy spirits, it would be better than taking these ordinary believers to operate.

　　 "Your wish has been fulfilled. With this tree hanging in your heart, you can still exist in this world for ten days." Bai Mo held Ning Yanhuo's head with his thoughts, and followed him in an unwavering tone. Talking.

　　"Ten days? Enough, thanks to the altar, my curse can last for seven days. I don’t think anyone can survive a week."

　　 "Wait for two days, the day after tomorrow, it's time for me to take action."

　　 "I'm a little curious, with your strength, if you want to destroy a round of teaching, even if you push it, you should be able to kill a piece of armor without leaving it. Why do you need me?" After the hatred, Ning Yanhuo calmed down.

　　"One round of teaching is not as simple as you think. At least Ramdor can hurt me."

　　 "Is it just hurt?"

　　 "If you want to really kill me, unless at least half of Tier 5 on this planet shoot together, and then take the lives of half of them."

　　 "So, you are not invincible."

　　 "Not yet, but it will be soon." As for the dying person in front of him, Bai Mo didn't hide much.

　　 When a group of religious believers began to gather to denounce this **** who blasphemed their faith, the curse really began to come.

　　 "My feet! Itchy!"

　　 "I am the left hand, itchy!"

　　……

　　 Although he was in a rally, the original speaker had to leave midway due to sudden severe itching.

　　A lot of people with itchy feet no longer cared about any image, so they took off their shoes and socks in the square and scratched them desperately.

　　 There are also some private parts that are extremely itchy, almost running to the house and the toilet at a deadly speed.

　　And the most desperate among them is the itchy person in the back. That position happened to be a dead corner of the hand, and they were unbearably itchy, so they could only lie on the ground and rub the ground desperately.

　　In less than two minutes, someone had already been bleeding from scratching, but they still couldn’t stop. Itching is more uncomfortable than pain in many cases.

　　Someone jumped into the pool in the park, trying to relieve the itching with the help of the water, but the effect was not great.

　　 Someone took out the ointment at home and applied it layer after layer. Unfortunately, they seemed to have forgotten the words Ning Yanhuo said there is no cure.

　　 Mysore country is full of believers in a round of religion. Such a curse immediately shut down the entire country. Under the itch, almost only the upper class with almost zero faith can have enough thinking ability.

　　 "Everyone, now we are facing the most severe test ever!" Ramdor immediately called an emergency meeting.

　　 He knew that he was completely misguided in dealing with this attack. It should be said that no one could think of using such a roundabout method, but he is a god, and a **** cannot admit his mistakes.

　　 "Just now a missionary has tried, and the power of faith can temporarily suppress this curse..." A subordinate report reported.

　　 "In this case, temporarily let go of the reserves of God's domestic power of faith and hand it over to missionaries everywhere."

　　 "Yes!"

　　 Ramdor didn't have any euphoria for this unacceptable method.

　　 The man behind the scenes who can hit himself hard is still hidden behind him. According to his guess, the black hand should be the person responsible for shooting the video. At this stage, he is actually consuming the background of his kingdom of God. After all, as long as the power of faith is constant, He is almost impossible to defeat.

　　 After the first nationwide itching lasted for fifteen minutes, it finally disappeared temporarily. Everyone who had just been tossed for fifteen minutes was already sweating.

　　 and rubbing on the ground, even the holes in the clothes didn't care about them, and the whole person collapsed on the ground. The intense exercise just now excessively consumed their physical strength.

　　 Taking advantage of this rare free time, many people recalled every curse that Ning Yanhuo had just read, and they wished to eat their flesh, tear their bones, and even cut them all.

　　 There are also some people who are not determined ~ IndoMTL.com~ After just fifteen minutes of tossing, they have already started to have that kind of thought, but in this country where all the people believe in religion, even if they have such thoughts , Must also be tightly hidden.

　　itch! itch! itch!

　　 After another fifteen minutes, the itch broke out again. This time I changed a place. The itch on the left hand turned into the right hand, and the itchy feet turned into itchy neck.

　　 And in the trenches of the Western Defense Line fighting the European Union, the situation is even more desperate.

　　The itch of the body one after another makes these soldiers who were originally determined can not even hold the gun in their hands. The itching makes their hands tremble constantly when aiming.

　　, who was originally a morale-boosting priest on the battlefield, is using his own power to suppress the itching. They who have a pious belief in the gods of the first round can only support it hard now, and have no intention to take care of other people.

　　 "Great God, why should we put such a test on us." There is only one thought left in the minds of countless people who have been tortured by itching.

　　 Despair, anger began to sweep the country, but anger did not help them get rid of the pain of the flesh, and the itching of life worse than death made these people lose the power to vent their anger, so despair spread quietly.

　　 The firefighting team composed of priests has no way to extinguish the raging flames that have spread to the entire country.

　　 What's more, the anti-itch of the power of faith only treats the symptoms but not the root cause. Once the suppression is lost, it will still happen every 15 minutes.

　　The deeper the faith, the more serious the horrible itching. These loyal believers are the cornerstones for the upper echelons of a round of teaching to quickly practice with the power of faith.

　　 And now, the cornerstone that supports the entire system, in such a surprise move, begins to sway.