"What more do you want?"

"I want to ...... Want...... Great power. ”

"Why?"

"I'm going to kill all those druids......" Wind Butterfly squeezed out the words almost from between her teeth.

Her heart throbbed again, and two lines of tears slipped uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

The one she's given everything for, is he going like this? She gave everything, but nothing was returned. Right now. Even his at least ** existence has been obliterated!

Between life and death, all the love and hate in her heart are a thousand times clearer. The pain is just as clear.

The voice behind the white light was silent for a while, and then sounded again: "I can give you strength, but the price is just as high. ”

"I'm willing to give...... Any cost. ”

The white light faded, and Wind Butterfly's consciousness fell into a deep sleep once again.

I don't know how long it took, but Wind Butterfly woke up again. This time. The burning pain and the burning thirst for blood were gone, and her body was able to move. I just felt extremely weak, my body was empty, and I had almost no strength.

She opened her eyes and looked around blankly. Her mind was still very slow.

The first thing that catches your eye is the huge magic circle painted on the ceiling. Dozens of magic lights of various colors fluttered slowly in the air, each of them had its own invisible trajectory, staggered and never collided with each other.

Wind Butterfly watched for a moment as the magic lights fluttered. Suddenly, the world was spinning, and I only felt extremely bored in my heart.

"Are you awake? Don't look at the magic circle on your head, it's a strong dark curse circle, you won't be able to stand it after watching it for a long time. ”

Wind Butterfly struggled to sit up, looked around, and found herself sitting on a white jade platform naked. The room she was in was very large, and at the moment there were magic circles painted on all four walls, all kinds of magic flames, crystals, gems, and many other things that she couldn't name. They are all shining in various colors.

In one corner of the room was a huge workbench full of bottles and cans, and a figure was busy in front of it.

"Jeno?"

The chubby figure didn't look back and said, "Who else could it be if it's not me?" ”

"What's wrong with me? All I remember is getting a dagger from Thunder Lo, but now...... Why don't I have any strength at all? ”

"You have been cursed by the Soul Eater Dagger, and the stronger your strength, the more powerful the curse will be. In order to temporarily control the onset of the curse. I have consumed all your power. ”

"But I need strength!" Wind Butterfly lost her voice.

The fat man smiled and said, "Don't worry. Soon you will be more powerful, and you will find that the druids will be vulnerable to you. Of course, this comes at a price, because I am not a god after all. This is the only way I can think of to lift your curse and give you greater power. Didn't you say anything for the sake of great power, though? It seems that you have finally understood that in this world, only power is supreme. With power, you can do what you want. ”

Wind Butterfly's thoughts were a little clearer. She looked down at her naked body. The perfect curve was still enough to make any man sin, but by now his skin had turned a lifeless pale gray. There was a thin wound on the chest, the laceration was neat, and there was not a trace of blood oozing.

"Geno-sama, can you tell me what the price I have to pay?"

Jeno said as he poured a small vial of the Blood Red Elixir into another large crystal vessel, "Wind Butterfly, you must have heard of a forbidden name in the legend of the Elves for thousands of years, the Dark Elf King Klamos. Blood Moon, right? ”

Wind Butterfly shuddered and said, "Clamos. A blood moon? He used the power of darkness to lead countless elves into the bottomless abyss of depravity, turning him into an executioner who knows nothing but killing and bloodthirsty! Before being destroyed by the combined efforts of the three Great Elven Kings, he and his dark elves had the blood of the elves on their hands. Are you trying to turn me into a dark elf, this ...... How is this possible? Clamos. The dark power of the Blood Moon is so powerful that it once covered the entire sky! And how do you possibly know how he introduced the elves into the darkness? ”

"The Dark Elf King is able to turn hundreds of elves into dark elves at the same time, and I certainly don't have the power to be so strong as to pervert. However, with the power of magic items, I am still sure that you will be turned into a dark elf. What's more, there is no other good way now but to take some risks. ”

At this moment, the door opened, and Floya walked in with a tray with a dozen bottles, large and small.

Wind Butterfly's thinking was still very late, and it took her half a day to wake up before she could figure it out. He let out a low cry and tried to cover himself. It wasn't until she saw that it was Floya who had come in that she was relieved.

Jeno turned around and said, "Alright, let's get started!" ”

At his signal, Wind Butterfly, whose mind was still confused, lay down obediently.

Jeno took off his coat and wore only a pair of trousers. He stood still for a moment. His pupils slowly turned silvery white, and his body grew taller and taller. Thin black scales appear on the skin. He picked up a slender paintbrush, dipped it in a cyan magic potion, and stroked it on Wind Butterfly's shoulder.

With Jeno's hideous and terrifying appearance and infinitely powerful physique, it seems to be very difficult to carry this paintbrush. He drew one stroke at a time, and with each stroke, Feng Butterfly would feel a chilling chill penetrate into her bone marrow, and her face had turned blue. The body trembled uncontrollably. But she endured it.

Finally, Jeno finished drawing her left shoulder. The fat man was already sweating profusely, panting incessantly. He rested for a moment, then grabbed a paintbrush again, this time dipped in bright red potions, and drew the right shoulder of the wind butterfly.

The scorching power couldn't help but rush into Feng Die's body, and she only felt her blood boiling for a while, and she was indescribably sad.

Jeno stroke by stroke. Although the painting was slow, in the blink of an eye, the whole body of the wind butterfly was already covered with various colors of magic patterns. During this period, Wind Butterfly seems to have endured all the pain she has endured in her life. But she gritted her teeth and stiffened. Let the fat man can't help but admire the tenacity of her will.

I don't know how long it took, Jeno wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said weakly, "Now it's only the last step." I didn't expect to be so tired! The Dark Elf King is really not ordinary! ”

Every time Jeno draws a stroke, Wind Butterfly's consciousness will be clearer. At this time, her consciousness was completely awake, and she only felt that the forces of different attributes were clashing endlessly in her body. She sat up and glanced at her body, which was already painted with various magical patterns. To her surprise, these magic patterns were beautifully and elegantly drawn, which made Feng Die, who loves beauty a little, put some of her worries at ease.

She watched as Jeno picked out the thinnest pen and dipped it into a tiny crystal bottle with deep black paint.

"Wait......" Wind Butterfly called out to Ge Zeno and asked, "Is it after this time...... I'm going to become a dark elf? ”