Veins popped out on Liam's forehead, crazy murmurs came from his ears, and cruel and bloody pictures flashed in his mind.
Dismembered human bodies, burned beasts, bleeding fruits, hair and eyes under the pillow, filth on the cross.
"This sound can cause mental loss of control!" Liam was shocked, and immediately took out a scroll, pouring magic power into it, and a coolness spread from the palm of his hand throughout his entire body.
Level 2 magic: "Pure Heart".
The small amount of magic power in the body cannot fully support the release of the scroll, and can only barely sustain it for about a minute.
The effect of "Heart-clearing Technique" cannot suppress the crying, it can only slow down the time of loss of control. The top priority is to escape from this place immediately.
It would be suicide to bypass the feather and leave through the door. The only way out now is to jump directly out of the window.
"But how far will this crying affect?" Liam thought of this and unconsciously looked out the window, his face suddenly becoming solemn.
Looking into the distance, you can see the bustling streets outside the courtyard, with busy traffic and people coming and going.
A handsome man is shopping with a beautiful woman on his arm, and the two are looking at each other while talking and laughing. The gentleman wearing a decent suit, a silk top hat, and holding a gentleman's stick is smiling and greeting acquaintances. The child selling newspapers is carrying a cross-body bag.
Stride fast, shout hard, and use the latest and hottest news to attract the attention of passers-by.
The cry spread out, invisible and colorless. The passers-by who heard the cry stopped. They laughed madly, groaned in pain, or twitched and fell unconscious. But without exception, their eyes turned into
red.
The pets kept in the courtyards and streets were barking, the birds in the sky lost their direction and even grabbed the ground with their heads, and the insects hiding in the grass and caves all ran out like a black river.
This picture is still outward, and the invisible disaster is spreading in the form of cries.
Regardless of whether you are rich or poor, high or low, there is no difference between humans, animals, and insects. Whenever you hear crying, without exception, you will fall into hysterical madness.
"This cry is not transmitted through the ears, but directly affects the spirit body of the creature." Liam came to the conclusion, turned back sharply, and stared at the pure feather.
If we give up and do nothing, I'm afraid all the creatures on the ground in Landu City will suffer.
Tens of thousands of creatures will die, and this horrific plague can even spread further and last longer...
Liam regretted asking the question, regretted that he didn't notice anything strange about Lamanle, if it was because of himself that he had dragged the whole city into hell.
Thinking of this, Liam felt cold all over his body and his breathing was stagnant.
Mr. Michel is down there, so it's unclear whether he will take action to stop it. The nearest chapel of the three major churches is half a day's journey from Landu. It's far away from water but not close to fire.
"We must find a way to stop it." Liam made a great determination to do something and not do something in this world.
Faced with danger, Liam showed absolute calmness and instantly had a countermeasure in his mind.
This feather can kill an angel, and its rank must be above level 10. According to the records of cursed objects in the "Book of the Dead", most cursed objects have special sealing measures, and some cursed objects need to be sealed with other cursed objects.
.
"The feathers grew from Laman's body, and the time was after he lost control." The tragic scene before Laman's death was vivid in his mind, and Liam analyzed two major factors.
"Using the flesh and blood of living creatures as containers, the triggering condition is loss of control." This conclusion is very simple and abrupt. Without enough examples and insufficient time, Liam can only risk his own life.
"Laman, you really found a big job for me." Liam swore that if Laman didn't die completely, he would definitely find the identity of Laman after his resurrection, and then insert this damn feather into his
Fart eyes.
With the decision made and his thoughts becoming clear, Liam immediately took action and took the first step towards Feather.
With just one step, the crying volume doubled, and the mumbling in the ears became more serious.
At the same time, the magic power in the body was exhausted, and the scroll of "Pure Heart Technique" became ineffective.
Liam threw away the scroll, gritted his teeth and took the second step.
The crying was louder, and his eyes could already see flashing hallucinations. White arms emerged from the ground one after another, and eyes opened from the walls, roofs, and furniture surfaces.
There was a sneer on Liam's lips, "Little B, this is it, this is it, you are far worse than when I came here." After that, he took the third step.
The skin began to itch, and red pimples covered the exposed skin in the blink of an eye. The white pimples were shaking, and something was struggling to come out.
Liam's scalp is numb. This is not a psychological effect, but a real physical aspect of existence.
Large areas of the scalp covered with hair fell off, and red bugs emerged from the bright red gaps.
"The crying has begun to affect the mind. It's not just hallucinations, but also touch, taste, vision, and hearing." Liam felt like his skull was being opened, and the cool wind was making his brain shake.
The knuckles grew out of the skin, and the blood that flowed out turned into squirming maggots.
This kind of experience of being completely on the verge of losing control would make any normal magic apprentice go crazy in an instant. Even the bishop of the church cannot guarantee whether his faith will deteriorate.
But Liam was different. The crazy murmurs, hysterical roars, weird and terrifying scenes during the time travel, and the unimaginable pain and despair in the early days created a will of steel, so much so that he was able to get close to this 10-year-old thing at a mere level 2.
A cursed object.
"As expected of the Lich Mage's cursed object, it's so fucking disgusting." Liam took the last step, and now he was in front of Feather, a short distance away from him.
At this moment, the children's cries disappeared, the crazy babble stopped, and the world became quiet.
This sudden peace made Liam stay where he was, and for a moment he forgot why he came.
I was confused and hesitant to leave now. Someone seemed to be calling me outside the door. What was he calling me for? Oh, it turned out to be Jiao Li. She came to Landu City and she was going to be a guest at my house. Joshua? I just made an appointment.
Shua, I inherited Catilant, I am a great noble of the Kingdom of Berg, I am...
who I am?
Liam stood there blankly, his body slowly turning. He had to open the door to greet the girl he longed for...
"Swallow!" A cold voice suddenly sounded.
Liam remembered his purpose, and it felt like something had been stolen in his mind. This thing didn't belong to him, but seemed to come from the feather in front of him.
"It can actually change my thinking!" Liam was surprised and immediately rushed forward, making a fist with his right hand and pressing the "Ring of Dusk" hard on the feather.
The crying stopped suddenly, the pure feathers quickly withered, the delicate texture became rough, and finally the entire feather turned into a shriveled insect chrysalis.
"Absorb the target's spirituality until the target dies. There are three uses in total. After using it, I will come and take away your soul." This is the ability of the ring that Michelle told before leaving. One piece is enough to kill angels and use the soul.
A curse for the price.
This is what Liam relies on to dare to get close to Feather, and it is also the strongest method.
Picking up the pupa, Liam put it into his mouth and swallowed it.
The smooth chrysalis enters the stomach along the esophagus. The feeling is disgusting but also very comfortable, just like eating a piece of durian-flavored gummy candy that melts in the mouth.
"Huh." Liam breathed out and sat on the ground rudely.
"You can forgive the evil you do by God, but you can't live if you do it yourself." Liam lay on the ground and closed his eyes tiredly.
…
No. 44, Red Rose Street, deep underground.
Lying on the chair with her legs crossed, Michelle slowly opened her eyes in a leisurely manner.
The oil painting in front of him oozed bright red blood, which formed a human shape on the ground along the wall.
"The heir of the God of Death actually has a good moral code, hahaha, how ironic." Michelle smiled, raised her hand and the human figure stood up, its body became solid, and the details became clearer, except for the face, which was blurry.
"The gift of fate has already been marked with a price." Michelle stood up, circled around the bloody man, and laughed, "Liam, I am looking forward to you more and more."
At this time, the door was opened, and the burly doorman staggered in.
With every step he took, large pieces of flesh and blood fell from his body.
After walking a few steps, the janitor lay on the ground, a gap opened in his back, and a beautiful woman covered in mucus crawled out with difficulty.
She wore blond hair, her sapphire-like eyes hid deep pain, and the skin on her beautiful face twitched from time to time.
She curled up, the spine on her back became more and more obvious, and several white bone spurs pierced the skin and popped out.
"Do you think you will live a long life after swallowing a curse that is at the level of an angel?" Michelle said helplessly, squatting down and pressing her hand on the woman's forehead. "You are a witch, you don't care what human beings do whether they live or die."
The woman kept trembling and her teeth chattered.
Michelle didn't speak anymore, closed her eyes, and three pairs of blood-red wings appeared on her back. The wings were incomplete, as if they had been broken in the middle.
The red energy first entered the woman's body, and the violent curse was neutralized. The whole process lasted for a minute.
The wings closed and returned to the back, and Michelle withdrew her hand.
The woman's breathing became steady, and she slowly sat up. The squirming flesh on her body turned into a white rose lace lady's dress, covering her white body.
Michelle sat back in her chair, looked down at the woman, and said, "How's it going?"
The woman stood up and lowered her head, "Lamanle's body was out of control, the snake feathers were sealed by Liam, everything is going according to the script."
"Yes." Michelle nodded and glanced at the other person's blushing cheeks, "Liam has a fallen angel by his side. There is no need to take action next time something like this happens."
"yes."
"Go down and get ready. It's time for the actors in the second act to come on stage." Michelle said, with the corners of her mouth raised slightly.
The woman nodded, turned and left the room.
She walked barefoot in the dark corridor, close to the ground, and her body was changing.
The long skirt rolled up and changed color, and soon turned into a decent suit. Her hair was pulled up and turned into a silk top hat. Tumors appeared on her palms, and a gold-encrusted gentleman's club appeared.
The plump breasts shrank, the organs changed from the inside, the pupils turned brown, the short hair also turned brown, and a thin beard grew out.
The door was opened, the warm afternoon sunshine shone on his face, and the man smiled.
"Your Excellency, Baron George, the carriage is ready." A man in formal attire saluted respectfully. Behind him, a luxurious carriage parked quietly on the roadside, with four guards standing with swords.