Lias looked at the relieved royal servant, and he was indeed a little afraid.

Fortunately, I was lucky and cautious enough to avoid unexpected situations.

And the futility of the sacrifice is completely expected, after all, I just tried it casually.

There seem to be several things that can be tried in my memory, but should I try them or not?

Lias was a little hesitant, after all, every means has a damn side effect.

"Yevre, the master plans to try the last sacrifice effect again, it will definitely be more painful than just now, do you still want to try? The only thing the master can guarantee is that it will definitely not be in danger of life. ”

When Yevre heard his master's words, his body trembled involuntarily.

He looked down silently at the strange light that was still firmly locked in his heart, looked up at Lias with anticipation, gritted his teeth, and his heart was horizontal, and he popped out a paragraph.

"Well-informed master, just let it go, it's a big deal to endure it. ”

"The little ones are ready, you can get started! Time is really short, and the little ones don't dare to waste any more time to take a breath." Come on!"

Yevre was completely like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, and simply collapsed on the ground.

I didn't even clean the fine sand on my leather armor, so I waited quietly for the next side effect.

"Hey, whatever you want. If the situation is not right, the master will terminate the sacrifice in time. Hold back, the master is about to start. ”

Another complicated and strange ritual was sung by Lias.

A dark black mist as thick as ink, Huo Ran emerged from the sky, enveloping Yevre's chest.

The mist gas was constantly tumbling and shaking, as if it was engaged in a unique battle with the strange light.

The strange light was really flickering, flickering and dimming, and it seemed to be really affected by the misty gas.

The misty gas and the strange light are entangled with each other and affect each other.

And what about poor Jevre, and what terrible thing is happening to him?

Jevre lay on the ground, at first feeling a little out of breath as the mist hit him, like a large rock pressed against his chest.

Suddenly, with the intense motion of the mist-like gas, Yevre felt himself being skinned by countless knives, like torture with a thousand knives, and like a big fish scraped alive.

Yevre couldn't help but scream directly, surpassing the previous experience of pain with ten thousand needles, completely breaking his patience that he thought was good.

Yevre, who was rolling around, screamed in pain that was more intense than sprinkling a large amount of sea salt on the wound.

"It hurts... It hurts, I can't stand the pain, and I want to kill a few bad demons directly... Master, you can speed up a little, and the small one won't last long, so you will lose all your efforts. It really hurts!"

"Yevre, you must hold on this time, the Nether Death Mist is working. Bear with it for a while, and the Netherworld Death Mist will definitely be able to completely seal that strange light. ”

As soon as the words fell, it was like a slap in the face, and the ghostly death fog and the strange light entangled together stopped moving, and seemed to be in a stalemate.

There was no tumbling, no flickering, the only change came from Jevre's words.

"Hey, it doesn't hurt all of a sudden, but my chest is still a little stuffy. Miraculous master, has your sacrifice been fully effective?"

"It's really amazing, I only tried it twice, and I solved the ghost thing that made the little one completely helpless. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the sweaty Jevre slowly got up, glad that he had quickly gotten rid of the painful experience.

But when I looked down and saw the deep black gas on my chest that shrank to the size of a palm, and the strange light that still existed, I was immediately confused.

"What's going on, why is it still on the little one's chest? Knowledgeable master, can you tell the little one what the situation is now?"

"Hey, it's all because the master's mental power is not sufficient, and the power of the Netherworld Death Mist can't be fully exerted, and this weird light is completely deadlocked. ”

"But you see, the light is much dimmer. It's clear that the Nether Death Mist does work, but it can't be completely suppressed. ”

"Wait for the master to work harder, and strive to seal it firmly and reduce its locking effect. ”

For his own powerlessness, Lias is actually really helpless.

Compared with the vague heyday in memory, the poor mental power that is less now almost has to be carefully calculated, otherwise it will easily fall into the embarrassment of making ends meet.

In order to avoid being easily caught up by the bad demons, I have to waste the little mental power I have left, which is really sad!

Yevre opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know where to start, so he could only look at Lias, silently waiting for his follow-up actions and the sharp pain that might come from another attack.

Lias chanted the rituals related to the Nether Death Mist again, and Yevre was ready to do so.

The Netherworld Death Mist tumbled violently, and its color changed from dark black to terrifying black and red, like an unfathomable jaw that wanted to swallow the strange light in one gulp.

And the strange light, which is a little powerless, is still struggling desperately, unwilling to die out.

The stalemate is finally about to be broken.

Jevre stared at the Netherworld Mist and the eerie light that fought in his chest, but he was surprised that there was not the slightest pain coming from him.

However, it is a good thing to be able to die and live without pain.

If you don't understand it, forget it, anyway, I haven't really understood a few things.

It's not my fault that I'm lonely and unheard, if I want to blame it, I blame myself for being born in this remote Guluo tribe, and it's not easy to live hard, where is there time to think about things other than survival.

The eerie light swelled violently, as if it was about to fight back.

It's a pity that under the full chant of Lias, the Netherworld Death Mist is monstrous, and the fierce and powerful light suppresses the strange light and only leaves a cloud the size of a mung bean.

Seeing that success was in sight, both Jevre and Lias couldn't help but smile with excitement.

"The mysterious master, with a little more effort, should be able to completely expel this ghost. The small ones can also completely escape the tracking of the Bad Demon Captain and retreat strategically safely. ”

At this moment, Yevre seemed to recall all the things that happened after meeting Lias, and he couldn't help but feel emotional.

"The little one is really ashamed, since he became your royal servant, he hasn't really helped once, and he has been dragging you back. ”

"After successfully escaping from the tracking of the bad demons, the little one must calm down and reflect on it. ”

"I'll talk about it later, I have to completely seal this ghost thing before talking about anything else. ”

Lias, who had no time to waste the opportunity to completely suppress it, stared at the Netherworld Death Mist, and did not care about the servants who talked nonsense at length.

The strange light the size of a mung bean kept flickering, as if it was trying its best to resist, unwilling to fail.