Unconsciously, the holy power in Lin Sheng's body sped up, and his eyes closed slightly.

In the dark vision, balls of light began to slowly light up.

The red color that represents the Black Feather Swordsman.

The white color that represents the Aegis of Brutality.

Represents the gray color of the Dungeon Soldiers.

The blue color that represents the core of the gray angel.

There were also balls of light of various sizes, which slowly lit up in the dark vision, floating silently and levitating, waiting for him to make a choice.

Lin Sheng flickered, and seven different light balls suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

"Is it because the soul space is wide enough this time that there will be so many choices?"

He guessed in his head. His gaze flew over the various orbs of light. Then stop at one of the largest balls of light.

It was a miserable white ball of light that he had never seen before.

It was only a small circle larger than the Aegis of Brutality. But on its surface, there are faint human faces, which are constantly highlighting and disappearing.

Lin Sheng just stared at this ball of light, and he felt a little irritable, depressed, and uncomfortable in his heart.

"That's it. He confirmed again, in the entire field of vision, this ball of light was the largest, and most weird and special.

This feeling and breath are completely in line with the special aura of the thousand-armed human face.

At that moment, he did not hesitate, and his consciousness resolutely moved forward and approached this ball of light.

Silently, the ball of light slowly expanded and dispersed, like a curtain opened, gently enveloping Lin Sheng's consciousness from both sides and accommodating it.

hiss

In the faint sound of the wind.

Lin Sheng opened his eyes and found himself standing in a huge palace that was gorgeous and exquisite, but with decadence and coldness.

Above his head was a huge hanging candlestick of white and gold, a huge candlestick composed of hundreds of candles, like a huge ice edge hanging down from the ice and snow, which was extremely gorgeous.

Beneath your feet is a soft, pitch-black carpet of white equilateral hexagons. Thick and pure in color.

At intervals on the left and right sides, a cylindrical pillar protrudes from the wall, and large and delicate portraits of nobles hang from the side of the pillar.

In the darkness, those figures looked eerie and indifferent in the candlelight of music.

"Your hands are so beautiful"

In the corridor in front of him, a handsome little boy in a white delicate dress was standing there quietly, smiling towards Lin Sheng.

"I really want such beautiful hands" The little boy's eyes were large, but they were not bright, and his pupils were unfocused.

"You are!!" a rapid and frightened female voice came from Lin Sheng's side.

He turned his head to look.

To his right, I don't know when, stood a blonde woman in a white lace dress.

The woman's face showed a deep look of fear, and she stepped back step by step.

The heavy white gold veil in her hair was also skewed as she trembled.

"No, no!!" the woman quickly turned in horror and fled.

She hurried to the other end of the cloister, getting closer and closer to the door that led to the exit.

That's when it happened.

On the right side of the gate, a beautiful little boy in a white dress came out again. It's exactly the same as the boy just now.

He walked quietly to the middle of the road and blocked the way.

"Ahh!!h

The scream snapped, and then the skin on her body began to age, darken, wither, and lose moisture.

Only those arms are more and more beautiful and delicate, as if their arms have absorbed all the essence and blood and soul of her body.

Burst.

The woman fell to the ground, no longer breathing.

Her arms slowly melted into the carpet like candles, and the rest of the corpse slowly dissolved to black ash and dissipated.

The little boy stood in place and smiled, then slowly walked towards Lin Sheng.

"You can't actually hear it, can you? ”

An old deep male voice sounded behind Lin Sheng at the right time.

He turned around and saw a white-haired old man in a yellow robe, standing on the black carpet, looking at the little boy with a calm face.

"It's Evil Ig. The little boy smiled. "yes, you're right, I can't hear you. ”

"The kingdom is about to fall. The old man said calmly, "Come with me, we still have one last glimmer of hope." ”

"I like your hand, can you lend it to me?" replied the boy. He stared at the old man's hand with a look of eagerness.

The old man was silent for a while, took out a golden mask from his bosom, put it on gently, and then pressed his other arm with one hand.

Phew!

Blood was spilled.

One of the old man's arms was cut off by him and thrown to the little boy.

"I can't protect you anymore, Your Highness. ”

He quickly stopped the bleeding from the wound, and his eyes became more and more sad.

"It doesn't matter. The little boy took his arm and held it tightly in his arms. "As long as it's still with me, you won't die. ”

The boy looked up with a smile.

"Just as you protect me, Evil Eagle. ”

Boom!!

Everything in front of Lin Sheng's eyes shattered like crystal, turning into countless dusts and scattering in all directions.

He returned to a dark field of vision.

In the field of vision, in the air in front of him, a white-haired little boy was quietly levitating.

The boy's eyes were open, but there was no expression in his pupils.

He was dressed in a delicate and ornate court-style close-fitting gown, and his appearance was delicate and flawless.

It's just that Lin Sheng was a little surprised that behind the boy was floating a white-haired old man in a yellow robe.

The old man was holding a staff, his mouth was sewn shut, and the entire waist down was fused and linked to the boy's back.

It's just that his body is a little translucent, so he can't see it if he doesn't pay attention.

"Is it integrated?" Lin Sheng didn't need to guess to know, this old man should be Evil Ig, the court mage who was kept by the little boy Kadulla forever.

He didn't know what was going on in the elven dungeon, but Kadullah and Evil Eagle were silent in the pool, as if they were fighting against something, waiting for something.

Is it the unknown power of decay, or is it some kind of existence where the stone temple is stationed and sealed?

Originally, Lin Sheng thought that the stone hall was designed to seal and suppress Kadula, but last night he obviously completely killed Kadula, but the stone hall still existed in place, motionless. The axe still shone with a blinding green light.

"These hidden secrets, maybe there will never be a way to regain the light of day," Lin Sheng sighed in his heart. Focus your attention on the little boy in front of you again.

"It's time to try something new"

He stared at the other man calmly. Consciousness quickly entered the little boy's body.

A large number of memories belonging to the thousand-armed human face quickly poured into the blank summon body like flowing water.

With the influx of countless distorted memories, the little boy's face gradually became bewitching.

It's just an ordinary smile, but it gives people a feeling of madness, danger, coldness and cruelty.

After a few seconds, all of Kadura's soul fragment memories have been copied.

Lin Sheng retracted his consciousness and opened his eyes.

In the dilapidated temple courtyard, in front of the formation of the summoning ceremony, a white-haired boy with a delicate face and an indistinguishable male and female was standing quietly.

He looked to be only eight or nine years old, and his godless eyes were as clear and translucent as amethysts.

His skin was finer than pearls, his facial features were not flawless, and his pink lips were as pink and pure as rose petals.

This is a boy who is even more beautiful than a doll.

"Kadulla, your name is still Kadullah, although not your real name. Lin Sheng commanded quietly.

No more nonsense, his consciousness quickly followed the mysterious passage and poured into Kadulla's mind.

All summons, in fact, he can control them so much. This is equivalent to his temporary various doppelgangers.