Everyone's cold hairs stood on end, their bodies stiffened, and their backs were cold.

The legend of the Soul Eater resurfaced in everyone's minds, holding a lamp, dying on the path of death, devouring all souls. Even living creatures are forcibly pulled out of their souls.

The things that can devour the soul are all incomparably evil and terrifying existences that are beyond the laws of life and death.

The crisp sound of the bell rang again.

Along with the ringing of bells, there is also the grunt of swallowing things.

It's as if a predator sees its prey and swallows its saliva.

Everyone's hearts were half cold.

The Priest squad is not very combative.

Because they mainly go to the gathering place of intelligent life, because of the characteristics of the profession, they will be respected by everyone, and therefore the members of the team themselves are not high in combat effectiveness, in addition to having a good hand at dealing with the undead, they are all scum when fighting with other lifeforms.

Today is the blood mold that has poured eight lifetimes, and directly encountered the rumored soul devouring beast.

After being killed, even the soul will be devoured, and it will not be possible to escape into the River Styx and be reborn.

The crisp ringing of the bell kept coming.

The team leader clenched the hammer in his hand and made eye contact with the people around him, and everyone mustered up the courage to turn around, clenched their shields in front of them, and looked at the fire with full vigilance.

As a result, they saw a petite man standing next to the pot, scooping the broth from the pot with a spoon, making a constant swallowing sound.

By the light of the fire, the people saw the man in front of the pot.

A super cute little orc with nine fluffy tails, wide fox ears, and no other bestiality features. He scooped the soup with a spoon and drank it, and then he removed the vegetables and ate only the meat, and his mouth was full of grease stains, which glistened in the firelight.

Everyone: Staring ~~~~

The little fox was still eating with his head down, and after taking two bites, he felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, raised his head, and looked at the people around him. Spit out her little red tongue and lick her oily lips and tiger teeth.

Everyone: Staring ~~~

The little fox blinked, put down the spoon, picked up a wooden mask on the ground and put it on, and the silver bell around his neck made a crisp sound as he moved.

The wooden mask is hideous, like a totem of a barbarian tribe.

The little fox held out his hand.

"Whew!"

Super fierce scream.

All:......

The little fox scratched his head, looking very confused, and suddenly began to speak.

"Wait a minute, why don't you run?"

All:......

The little fox was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood.

"Oops, I forgot to activate it, wait a minute."

He took off his mask, poked it a few times and put it back on, and screamed again in a fierce gesture.

"Whew!"

This time the effect was completely different, and the ordinary little fox suddenly twisted and turned into a blue ghost monster. The terrifying totemic mask came alive, and the mouth opened to let out a scream of fear, and a sound that could disturb the human spirit spread, and fear immediately rose in everyone's hearts.

It's just that......

No one fled.

Instead, a priest girl who was closest stepped forward, reached into the ghost monster and touched it, and then squeezed it hard.

"Oh, don't pull my ears."

A scream was immediately heard, and the blue ghost monster disappeared, and the little fox was pulled out.

The priests looked at each other and gathered around with a sinister smile.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Damn inferior mask, wow! Isn't it just a little broth? Let me go! ……”

A moment later.

Roy was strewn, and he was propped up cross-legged on the ground, his ears hanging a little dejectedly. I made a mistake just now, and it is easy to scare people away with a normal mask, but this time I forgot to open the fear enchantment of this mask.

Missteps.

It's been 1 week since I set out from the Elven Forest, and after stepping into the war zone with Shelley, I often encounter big battles.

In this battlefield environment, there are countless powerful, obsessive souls that will wander in place, gradually gathering, forming a place of death, causing the dead to be resurrected.

These souls are the best materials.

Roy, of course, won't let it go.

Take out the soul lamp and start collecting.

What can survive are all powerful souls, and they will collect all the way along the way.

The Wooden Totem Mask, purchased from an orc tribe, has a special fear enchantment on it.

When Roy found out, he bought one to play with as a toy. But then it turned out that this thing can be very useful for scaring people, pretending to be ghosts, scaring away wandering priests, scavenging squads, and scavengers.

Basically, show your face, and with a whoop, everyone runs away.

So Roy pretended to be a ghost so that he could collect souls by himself.

It's just that this time the operation was wrong.

A group of priests watched around him, flipping through the mask with their hands.

"What a soul eater, it turned out to be a lie."

"Good little fellow, you dare to lie to us and steal our broth. I'm going to give you some color today. ”

Several male pastors were gearing up, they were scared a lot just now, it was too embarrassing, and they wanted to save face. They were about to do it, but they were stopped by the girl.

"You all fight such a cute little fox, are you still human?"

"That's it! Beasts are not as good as animals! ”

"You're so bad!"

The girls collectively condemned, and the male pastors were speechless.

The priests surrounded Roy, and a group of people scrambled to feed him and help him comb the hair on his tail.

The male pastors looked resentful.

When did thieves be treated so well?

Roy is used to it.

Staying in Shelley's team, surrounded by a group of beautiful elves every day, this kind of priest, artificial beauty who cultivates the light element, etc., is a small scene, just stick out your tail and let them touch it.

After eating and drinking, before these people could get to the bottom of it, Roy slipped away in advance.

While everyone is not paying attention, teleport away. After identifying the direction, he teleported several times in succession and came to Shelley's temporary camp.

Roy sat on the trunk of a tree high up and pulled out the soul lamp.

Count the souls inside.

After the last battle, the soul inside was consumed, and the fragile soul could not withstand the large amount of magic infusion, and the soul was directly scattered. Passing through the war zone in the past two days, those whose souls did not dissipate immediately after death were all high-quality souls, and Roy accepted them all unceremoniously.

More than half of the soul lamps have been collected.

Although it is not the soul of a brave, the immortal soul of a brave man on the battlefield is also okay.

The current conditions are not suitable to pit and kill the brave, and the previous things of the golden sledgehammer are still fermenting.

"Roy~Roy~"

Shelley's call came from below.

Roy put away the lamp and jumped from the tree. The ass patted the dirt on the body, and they understood the tail a few times.

Shelley knelt down in front of Roy, carefully helped him arrange his clothes, clean up the dust, and asked reproachfully:

"Where have you been? Why have they been running around for the past two days? ”

"It's just a casual spin."

Roy wouldn't explain that collecting souls was a very evil thing in the eyes of the natives.

Shelley sniffed his little nose, sniffed into Roy's hair and neck, and frowned:

"Why does it smell like a woman's perfume?"

"Why is your nose so ......" Roy muttered quietly, changing the subject, "How many days do we have to go?" ”