Elsa walked around Ilte's back and caressed his sturdy back with her cold hands, her expression very enjoyable. It's like playing with a favorite toy.

"Mana burning!"

Ilt stretched out his right hand, moved his backhand behind Elsa's neck, and shouted these four words.

Elsa stepped back frantically, her originally girlish and beautiful face showing a distorted expression, glaring at Ilt viciously,

"Ilte! Don't be too arrogant! Even if your right hand has the power of 'mana burning', it doesn't mean that I am afraid of you! ”

Although he said it strongly, the divine power of the God of Purgatory was obviously weakened!

Ilte's right hand has had the power to seize the mana of others since he was a child, whether it is a god, a demon, a man, or a monster. That's why Elsa is afraid to swallow his soul.

But what Elsa doesn't know is that every time she activates the devouring power of "Mana Burning", it will reduce Ilte's life, yes, the real lifespan! Moreover, Ilte's life simply cannot last until her divine power is completely taken away.

"God of Purgatory, stop grinding any longer, take this half of your soul quickly!"

Ilt's eyes had completely turned inky blue.

"You are not allowed to command me!"

A gray mist appeared out of thin air in Elsa's hand, and the thick gray smoke gradually grew larger and distorted. Transformed into a giant gray scythe. The handle is almost as tall as a person. And the top end of the handle is connected to a long scimitar.

The scimitar was silvery-white, with an unknown pattern carved on its body.

Behind him, the huge gates of hell rose with the sound of metal chains, and at the top of the door were three ghosts, naked and entwined in a twisted position, but their outstretched arms, all pointing to the gate below; On the door frame, two hellhounds were lying on top of them, dripping with disgusting slime; On both sides of the door frame, all kinds of wicked people in hell are reflected, tortured and abused; On the door, there are countless evil spirits entangled, hands outstretched, wanting to ask for something; The door gradually opened, and a terrifying, and hoarse cry was heard, and it was breathtaking.

"Take!"

With a sound, the massive scythe swung down at Ilte.

Ilte's left hand was now completely broken, and new flesh was growing at the junction of his arm in the air. More and more, bigger and bigger, slowly turning into a human form.

Finally, a blue-haired teenager who looks exactly like Ilt appears in front of Ilte.

Ilt subconsciously covered his already empty left shoulder, and looked at 'him' in front of him angrily. The young man opened his eyes, and his dark blue eyes revealed evil in the coldness,

"We're finally meeting"

The boy said gloomily,

"Yes! But, this will also be the last time we will see each other! ”

Ilte's right hand sealed in the air, and then, he quickly passed his hand through the circle of sealing, and grabbed 'his' mechanical arm directly.

"Goodbye, another me."

Accompanied by Ilte's voice, Elsa appeared behind another 'Ilte', circled around him, and finally, gently hugged 'him' neck, and said leisurely,

"You're mine now~~~"

'Ilte' looked at Ilt in a panic, feeling that he was being absorbed by the gate of hell behind him, and countless evil spirits began to pull his legs and feet. And his left arm was ruthlessly torn off by Ilte,

"Bastard! He used the power of the God of Purgatory to bind me! This body is mine! One day I'll come back and get back what belongs to me! ”

Before the words fell, the gates of hell seemed to have been satisfied. With a "boom", it suddenly closed, and then disappeared into the thick fog.

"It's a pity that what is lost will not come back"

Ilt struggled to press his left arm back to his shoulder, activating the fusion technique invented by 'Legendary Dusty', and the arm gradually joined his body until it was completely restored, and Ilt fell to the ground with a pale face and fainted.

The fog in the air had lifted, and the sunlight from the window seeped into the room, reflecting on Ilte's anguished face. Little Dream opened her ears and jumped off the windowsill, her little paw on Ilte's forehead, driving away the nightmare for her master.