Aiferar took Xu Yichen to appear in the port of Ophelar Island No. 7.

This is a port of considerable scale, when it was originally established to facilitate the docking of warships of the Black Ship's level, but no one has maintained it for almost two years, and this port has been quite depressed at this time.

"Looks like there were visitors here after you left." Xu Yichen's eyes stayed on a few stranded boats, and in the reef area a few hundred meters away from the port, he could vaguely see the wreckage of a black ship exposed to the wind and sun, leaving only three masts out of the water.

"Maybe after I left, the monastery sent someone here again to try to clean up the demons." Ephilar watched all this with some sadness, but they clearly failed.

At the end of the harbor, several huge birdcages containing human remains were suspended from beams, swaying back and forth in the wind, and metal grinding whining.

Judging from the costumes on the wreckage, as well as the metal ornaments, those who died in cages were nuns.

The monastery where Ephilar served was called the Monastery of the Temple, and the magnificent monastery was built along the high ground of the island, as huge as a small town, with a paved road from the port to the main entrance to the monastery.

Of course, the road is now muddy because it is unmaintained, and along both sides of the road, Xu Yichen and Ephilar found the bodies of many nuns.

Some were prostrate on the ground, already one with the earth, while others were nailed to wooden poles beside the road, apparently deliberately tortured to death.

There are also burned-out siege machines, proving that the Battle Nuns were prepared, but their enemies were clearly superior.

Whether it was Xu Yichen or Aiferal, they could feel the spiritual energy fluctuations coming from the monastery, and the powerful power was constantly creating ripples in the sea of spiritual energy.

It smells of Slaanesh and Tzeentch.

In the dimly lit convent, a nun in three-point armor looks through the lookout hole with her only remaining eye.

"Do you see clearly, sister?" Another ugly woman, with shriveled skin and blasphemous symbols painted all over her body, asked in a hoarse voice, "How many are there?" Are there any men? Or a young and beautiful woman! ”

"Quiet!" The one-eyed nun's arm twisted to an incredible angle and gave her companion a slap in the face: "There are only two people, but you have all you want!" I'm afraid they'll break your teeth! ”

"My teeth are fine! As long as I can return to youth again, my teeth can bite anything! The ugly nun got up from the ground and limped into the depths of the monastery: "I'm going to inform my lord that a living person is coming!" ”

They were the battle nuns who had come after a group of renegade mages a year earlier, but their black ship was swept over by a storm in front of the island's true owner, and all the surviving sisters were either killed by the renegade mages who landed early or were bewitched by the demons of Slaanesh in the monastery.

Interestingly, the mages who fled to the island were not spared, and they found the documents related to Ephilar from the scrap of paper, and they were quite interested in the existence of this artificial witch.

Unfortunately, they couldn't afford to mess with the Far South, which was occupied by the Serisians, and they couldn't afford to provoke the witches who had already become legends, so they could only venture into the island of Ophelia VII and try to find out how to borrow the power of psionic energy from the ruins on the island.

The mage's faces were now sewn together, right next to Sister Ephilal.

It's just that unlike the clerical nuns who have been persistently resisting the Great Demon, these mages have fallen quickly, they have come to seek a shortcut to power, and they have now obtained it.

In the depths of the monastery, a sphere with a diameter of about two meters and made up of human bones, the surface of which is completely covered by the faces of the mages, the skin of these mages is very tough, can withstand pulling, and the original area is not small, so the faces of only fourteen mages cover the entire sphere tightly.

"Donald, can you stop using public resources to recall the details of your uncovered assembly on the slave estate?" An empty face vibrated the air with psionic energy: "We're tired of watching your nightlife, can we change the channel?" ”

"He's just an idiot, wait, there's someone out there, friends." The other face suddenly trembled: "I feel an amazing fluctuation of psionic energy, can we use our clever brains to calculate the possibility of us borrowing their bodies to get out of trouble?" ”

"We don't have brains anymore, we're thinking with our souls." Another face expressed its opinion.

They have been trapped in this ridiculous sphere as a whole for more than a year, and they have prayed to the witch king like an evil god, and they have also received the seeds of this power from the evil god.

The Great Demon of Slaanesh sewed their faces and souls together with great pleasure, making them think together and concentrate the power of their souls to hammer out their psionic energy.

Although half of the mage's souls collapsed in the process, the skilled demon sewed back all those fragmented soul fragments, no less at all.

Like the idiot known as Donald, the other mages always felt that he was either missing something, or that the Great Demon had sewn something more when he sewed his soul, and he often used twenty-four hours of uninterrupted vivid footage to broadcast his private life as a young man, and he took pleasure in it.

"That's not the point, do you feel it, one of the souls seems to be a little special." One face tries to set things right, but in the messy quarrels of other souls, they can't do anything, just like ever.

The ugly nun stumbled into the basement, knelt in the middle of an altar full of human bones, ignored the 'mage ball' in the distance, and prayed to the demon of Slaanesh entrenched here: "Great and obscene master, your most loyal servant has found two outsiders, they are so alive and so beautiful, I hope you will give me their corpses!" ”

The first to be imprisoned here by the Templar Monastery, and finally occupied and corrupted this place, the Slaanesh Demon slowly awakened, a huge black shadow appeared from the wall, and a pair of purple eyes were embedded in the shadow: "Who dares to wake up my deep sleep..."

The second half of the Great Devil's words were like a rooster swallowing a shell egg raw, swallowing it with a purring sound.

With this strange sound, the purple flames burning in the monastery were extinguished one by one, and the shadows on the walls continued to shrink until they finally dissipated into nothingness.

"Our master has run away?" A face on the mage ball muttered to himself.

"Fake news!" Donald muttered and continued to play his little colored movie.