Chapter 373 Soul energy, withering

Author: Going to the Winter

Chapter 373 Soul energy, withering

To check the demon group, some demons recognized him and blinked at him, and he also blinked to respond.

Many demons were holding a half-palm-sized rune stone in their claws, dipping something in the torrent. Every time the rune stone penetrated deep into the torrent, it caused a sharp roar and echoed endlessly.

After checking carefully the rune stones, I found that the characters, patterns and lacquer-dip styles on them were very familiar.

The purpose of those rune stones is "soul storage".

It is not difficult to make, but undoubtedly the production craftsmanship is in the hands of a very small number of magicians, not to mention demons who are accustomed to natural brute force and have no idea about magic.

Although Naruf had long mentioned that Chaos Hell has developed rapidly today and its technology and cultural level have skyrocketed like a tide, he did not expect that such spells and magic weapons can now be so popular.

Speaking of which, I have never seen a letter from them again recently.

"What do they collect souls for?" to ask Hiccis.

"So they are collecting souls!" Xiqis blinked.

I forgot. Sheqis is a stupid bird, and she doesn't fly first.

The Habi Bird Demon did not come back much earlier than him. Besides, she had no interest in these things and had no talent. Due to her mixed bloodline, the upgrade of the Chaos Power had a much weaker impact on her.

The sky suddenly cleared, and the pressure of noise was removed from the ears.

When I looked again, it turned out that the gate of Gammeniti was closed at some point. The torrent of souls also stopped. The demons flew away like birds after drinking water.

Yicha soon found a member of the Dankarabi sect among the demons scattered nearby. He also held a rune stone the size of a spoon in his hand, and stopped him and asked him.

The answer I got was a bit unexpected again:

The demons used storage rune stones to capture souls in this torrent to replenish their soul energy.

"What is there now that requires soul energy?" to ask.

Soul energy.

The living energy obtained by consuming and torture of the soul is extremely violent. Even without considering the convention and code of casters issued by the Royal Garden, the manipulation and use of soul energy is extremely difficult to consider just the application and stability.

What requires soul energy consumption?

The demons dispersed from them. For a moment, only the faint flames of the Flame Cliff were left.

Perhaps it is an illusion that the air in the Chaos Hell is different. Just check your mind.

“Well…a lot.”

The members of the Fallen Angels Cult blinked blankly. He was dressed much more neatly than Yicha last time. Yicha noticed that the seams of his burqa were neatly as if the heartbeat of his dead were beating. It was hard to imagine that it was a hand-working work for "factory, nurturing room, grave bone pile... I can't remember. There is also Ximondigan area..."

Yicha frowned. What is this?

"What factory? Who taught you to use these? Where is Ximondigan? Does any new territory be designated by a duke?"

"The factory is the factory of the King of Demons. I don't know what else it does... The Master asked us not to participate in those."

The members of the group were scratching their messy hair, apparently already doing their best to answer the question: "Well... the Ximondigan area is the territory of King Chilius."

"king?"

Yicha's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and the poor fallen angel trembled.

"We only have one demon king. Queen Bezebu, the great enemy of God. Next are three great dukes."

I've been away for only four months. What will happen?

In Cha thought, he forced himself to slow down his tone. "Tell me, who is this Qiliunus?"

"Uh... King Qilius applied, and promoted soul power."

The fallen angels began to tie their tongues, as if a student who was suddenly spotted, "The Demon Queen Bethibu was awarded...a grant..."

"Oh! Look at you! It sounds so anxious! Let me say it!" Xiqis shouted.

She was about to explain.

A sharp afterimage passed by his face, and Chaint was no longer in place.

...

...

...

"Naruf! Naruf!!" Yicha kicked open the gate of the tower. A bunch of ghosts who had never seen before came around and handed him a towel and a wine glass.

He ignored them and flew through the corridor and jumped one floor along the two tall pillars that reached the top of the tower at a time.

Looking back now, there was no Yingzi above the courtyard where the suffocation night was seen, maybe the captain was not there. "Single Karabi!!"

The magic sound of the command echoes.

This is his manor, and the entire manor should be heard by his call.

No response from the head and the captain. A little devil, who looked like a parrot, fell on his shoulders when he heard the sound.

"The Master is going to patrol," said the parrot devil, "He took the crew to patrol. The captain is in the upper bedroom."

To check to reach the uppermost corridor.

You have to explain to me well. He rushed straight into the bedroom and thought to myself. I am not against the progress of hell at all. I raised my paws and wings to support me. But shouldn't I be notified?

There is a lock on the door. Notification lock.

Along the way, he saw the whole tower decorated with luxurious and warmth, with many more utensils that he had never seen before. But now he has no intention of spending it on it.

To find out forcibly forcibly breaking the door without hesitation.

"Naruf. Isn't it enough for you to sleep for 90 million years?" The bedroom was quiet, and he strode towards the bed and whispered loudly.

A petite figure lay in the curtain of the bed. It was the body of Irikgul that the captain temporarily occupied.

Yi Cha La opened the curtain of the bed, and the demon inside did not react. He closed his eyes and was still sleeping. A diamond pen was sandwiched on the small pocket of her chest. A little devil was sitting next to her pillow and combing her hair.

"Naruf, man?" he whispered.

wrong.

A cold feeling spread from the bottom of his heart. He realized that the terrible thing was coming. How could it come so quickly? Maybe ninety million years have been too long?

He stared at the sleeping captain. Once that thought arose, he could suddenly see the shape of the soul. The real shape, not the shape after Gammeniti was embodied.

The shape of the real soul. It is as opaque as frosted. Each corner is grinded into an oval, with a lifeless gray luster.

It has a face. It is not that Ichao has never seen Narufu's face, but the face of the soul is undoubtedly his real face. It is just like a pebbles that have been washed away for countless years, with unclear faces.

There is a chair beside the bed. The cushion of the chair is slightly sunken, as if someone often sits here.

I sat on it and thought.

The permanent withering of the soul... has nothing to do with healing. It cannot be repaired. It can only be reshaped.

But reshaping should have no meaning to them.

"The headmaster is back. The patrol is not over yet. Why is the headmaster back? Oh! The notification lock has been broken!" The little parrot ghost flew in at some point, sat on a beam, and said tickly.

Soon, Dan Karabi's footsteps rang out in the corridor. A thin, determined demon walked in quickly.

"Holy Angel! Duke of Ichat!"

The minister's wet dark green eyes suddenly lit up, and then he was almost excited and staggered to salute him.

"Sit down." Yicha signaled to him, "I know why you haven't communicated with me recently."
Chapter completed!