The flesh and blood on the little ghost's body had completely grown, but the skin had not yet been reshaped, and every trace of flesh and blood was filled with the ferocious and cold aura unique to the Nine Ghost Demon Flames, exposed to the surging mana pool of life force.

Maybe when he comes back to life, he shouldn't call him a little ghost...

Inside his terrifying skull, the Void Crystal, which stored his soul, was wrapped in the brains that had been reborn from his body, and the brain had grown completely, and the surface was covered with delicate runes.

Perhaps it was the magic pool that inspired the growth of bones, the little ghost's body was a little wider, but the delicate bone phase could be strangely seen on the exposed flesh and blood, and the crystal clear dark purple bones glowed with a luster that made people intoxicated to the point of suffocation.

She is a beauty in her bones.

His consciousness was hazy, as if he had awakened, but he found that he had no sense of his body, and when he wanted to open his eyes to see that he could not do anything at all, he struggled hard, feeling that he had escaped from the shackles, and his soul was floating in the air.

The little ghost floated in the air, looking at the hideous body soaked in the magic pool, a little frightened, this level did not let him die, Gagir's spell should have been enough to reverse life and death.

"Hey, are you awake?"

An untimely voice suddenly rang out, cold, like an emotionless goblin machine, somewhat like the sound of a metal dragon coming out of their metalized throat.

A spirit emerged from the sword beside him, staring at the little ghost, it was in the shape of a plum, but it seemed to be like a burning flame, and there was a faint hint of a smell that did not belong to Isel, which was very strange.

"It's not easy, I've been here for a long time, and every day there is such a skeleton lying next to me, I tell you, you look really scary, I'm about to get out of mental illness. The ghostly soul chattered endlessly, speaking so fast that the little ghost didn't have a chance to interject at all.

"Who are you, how did I get to this place?" and where is this?" its mechanical voice had softened, turning into a genderless voice, slightly magnetic, but still a little cold.

In fact... It's pretty good.

"You... Are you my sword soul?" The little ghost was also a little curious, this soul obviously came out of his own knife, it should be the sword soul mentioned by Teacher Gagiel, but according to the historical records of the ghost clan, the sword soul should be that hazy simple consciousness, and the IQ is even inferior to the newborn beast.

The soul in front of him was obviously very intelligent, even like an adult human.

"What kind of sword soul? do you mean my body? it's a bit like the katana in our hometown..."The sword soul said a lot of words in a row, and the voice that couldn't distinguish the gender became more relaxed, and the cold feeling disappeared completely.

It is... A bit of nonsense.

"Hmm... I guess so... I'm not sure, you just said home?" The ghost realized that the spirit was not emitting any of the languages known in Isère, and that he could understand the meaning of every word.

"Yes, my hometown...", it was visibly sad as it said this, and its voice began to tremble.

"I'm sorry... I may have mentioned your sadness..."The little ghost was indeed a little curious, but the natural temperament in his blood and years of upbringing told him that he should not continue to ask.

"It's nothing... As a matter of fact... After I died, I saw an old man who told me that there was a world that needed me, and sent me here without waiting for me to agree..."The knife soul flickered, as if reminiscing, and quickly told his origin.

"So shouldn't I be the savior?Why did it turn into a knife?Are you my master?" It gradually stabilized its mood and began to attack the screen with broken thoughts again, and the little ghost just listened quietly.

"That's how it should be... Bar... The old man... What does it look like?" the little ghost asked, the sword soul in front of him was very talkative, and the old man it mentioned was very concerning.

"Hmm... The bearing is extraordinary, a bit like the Demon Wandering Heavenly Venerable offered in the Taoist temple..."The sword soul flickered with a hazy light, spun around in the air, and finally flashed in the direction of the tall god statue.

"Shhhh I said, little skeleton, what kind of world are you here?" The flickering frequency of the light on the sword soul increased, and the voice that was already completely soft trembled slightly, as if something terrible had happened.

"Please call me a ghost... Are you asking about this? This is my teacher's private plane. The little ghost was a little angry at the name of the sword soul, and reminded him neither humbly nor arrogantly, but he was indeed a little curious, he didn't quite understand why the sword soul was so afraid.

"Do you know who that sitting statue is?" The sword soul flickered more frequently, and even faintly hummed, like a fire-breathing lizard crawling at the feet of a red dragon, I couldn't tell what it felt.

"I guess it's the deity that my teacher worships... He had come across it from a dark place, and his legacy had come from this statue. The little ghost said, the mood of the sword soul in front of him was extremely strange, like anger, like fear, and vaguely with a little excitement.

"He is the deity of our world, the Nine Demons Heavenly Venerable. The voice of the sword soul still trembled, which was the obvious state of the believer when facing the gods.

"The same people who sent me into this world. ”

If the little ghost appeared in the air not in the form of an out-of-body body at this moment, but in the body, he would definitely feel the hairs on his back stand up and tremble.

He smelled of conspiracy.

The air fell into a deathly silence. The little ghost's skin had begun to reshape, a transparent membrane covering his flesh-exposed body, and the idol continued to bombard the crystal dome with sword light.

The little ghost's soul floated above the mana pool, feeling the churning life magic constantly pouring into his body, and suddenly found that nearly thirty percent of these surging life magic power poured into the exquisite and gorgeous sword beside his body.

No wonder the recovery efficiency is so low...

The main hall was still silent, neither the little ghost nor the sword soul spoke, each had a plan in their hearts, and only the sound of the sword light from the idol bombarding the crystal wall dome and the surging sound of liquid magic could be heard in the main space.

"So... What did you do?" It was the little ghost who broke the awkward atmosphere first, he knew that Mr. Gagil was playing a big game of chess, but he didn't have any idea at all, and his only hope for the future was to take revenge on the Aslan Empire.

Now perhaps add revenge to the hell of despair.

He had even guessed the identity of his pawn, but he had no way of knowing whether the god from the other world was a good god or an evil god, whether it was a righteous god or a tyrannical and murderous god, and he could only taste it secretly from Gagir's behavior.

"I... Coming from an ancient and reborn country, a Taoist priest... There shouldn't be any... Except for the one yours... Teacher?" The sword soul flickered, as if recalling his short life, and his voice was smooth and steady.

"My duty is to slay demons and eliminate demons, in fact, he is the same, for the immortal Dao fire" The sword soul twisted its soul body, condensed into a shape similar to an arrow, pointed at the statue, and said with great reverence.

"So... You and my teacher are...?" the little ghost was a little curious.

Isère's system of deities is basically divided into five types.

1. Mutual use with the gods, especially in short-lived species such as humans.

There is little mystery about the gods of the Isère world, and their only privilege is relative immortality in lifespan, tying their souls to the Isère continent and living and dying with the continent, while also needing the support of faith.

The undead can do this, and they don't need to be vain.

The gods still have too many shackles, and in today's Isère, the strong who transcend the boundaries of life almost do not choose to become gods, but will explore the void, although they do not have an endless lifespan, but their greedy thirst for knowledge makes them often flock to the gods.

In Isère, the relationship between the short-lived gods and the believers is more similar and mutually exploiting, the gods need the power of the believers to worship the faith, but the gods also need to send blessings, if the gods do not give the believers a reasonable demand for the corresponding blessings, they will be cut off from incense, and even the kingdom of God will be destroyed.

The second is fanatical worship, which is usually seen among half-drakes or half-blood lizardmen.

There was only fanaticism in the vertical pupils of the group of dragon believers, and they often had some dragon blood flowing through their bodies. However, the dragons don't regard them as human beings at all, and use them more as cannon fodder and slaves, which are despised by the world.

And the third type, such as ghosts, orcs, dwarves, elves, and even goblins and gnomes, these races are more special, and their relationship with the gods of their own god line is more similar to the dependence of younger generations on their elders...

The so-called gods of the immortal race are nothing more than a special group of powerful demigods who break the boundaries of life, tying their souls and the future of their race to luck, not to Isère, which is fundamentally a kind of ancestor worship.

Fourth, the cult of giant beasts, this belief mainly exists among trolls and some sea people, who will offer sacrifices to some giant beasts in order to beg for protection, but those giant beasts have no morals at all, and they are powerful and weird and often induce believers to sacrifice themselves. Some resemble dragon worship and lower plane race worship.

The fifth, the worship of the lower plane race, is especially prominent among devil believers and demon believers, and some evil gods have also been raised, and these believers were originally Isère's mortal race, and may even be some gods.

They tend to start out by making deals with demons and demons to gain the warp power or longevity of these horrible races, but gradually they rely on the overly powerful and strange powers of demons and demons.

Orcs will sacrifice their young women and children for the power of demons to conquer other orcs.

Dwarves and goblins will trade with the devil in order to obtain the forbidden knowledge of the devil of hell, and gradually become devil believers.

Even some of the oni clan will do whatever it takes to get revenge on the devil to obtain the power of those evil gods who were exiled by the main god of the oni clan, Amaterasu, and in the end, they are often destroyed.

Therefore, the attitude of the sword soul and Gagir is extremely strange, at least in the eyes of the little ghost, an Isère world's native.

It should be the sixth type of belief mentioned in the ancient taboo books of the ghost clan, that is, the belief in the powerhouses of the other world, this part of the record is very small, and the little ghost was still a child when he read them, although he remembered it, but he was not particularly able to understand it.

"That's right... In our parlance, it should be called the same door. "The sword soul thought for a long time, and chose to use the words of his own world to locate his relationship with Gagir.

The Demon Celestial Venerable poured into him a large amount of knowledge about the Isel world, all of which he obtained from Gagir, and if it was only a theory, Gagir's wisdom could even be comparable to that of the main god.

"The gods... What is your status there?" the little ghost asked, figuring out this system of gods was especially important to him now, because he had been tied to Gagiel's chessboard, and how far he could go was up to his own talent.

"Hmm... This is indeed a key question, and our gods have a very special status... There are similarities with the five systems you have here, simply put, the master-apprentice relationship..."The sword soul spun around and flew in front of the little ghost.

"Don't really say it, from the perspective of your soul, you are still quite beautiful, how can you do this? Who can do this to you? Could it be that you are summoning an evil god? My God! How old are you, how can you do such a terrible thing, you will not be allowed to do this in the future, remember?" The sword soul flickered rapidly, and the voice came from its soul, directly in the mind of the little ghost, and it was impossible to listen to it.

"Master and apprentice... It feels pretty good..."

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