- Gary, although he is afraid of me, he has become accustomed to my company after all these years of getting along. He knew he was going to die, but he still didn't feel at ease what would happen to me when he left, his soul was in me, and I could feel every trace of his pain and struggle.

"Then why don't you want to make Gary live longer?"

Alan knew he was asking a stupid question, but he still hoped for a different answer.

- No, no, you can't do that, and doing that will only add to Gary's pain

Hayabusa said bitterly, it was hard to imagine that he could have accumulated such a rich relationship with a human.

- Gary said that he missed his family, and I thought that only by taking him to his family would he be able to forgive me for what I had done to him.

"So why are you doing this? Why did you make such a sacrificial box? ”

――Sacrifice Box: In order to survive, don't humans also learn dark magic in order to live forever? It's the same thing

"Where is the same? Even if they learn dark magic, humans will not use such harmful things to others, and they have to bear the consequences of doing such things.

――

When he woke up the next day, Alan took Hayabusa back to the small forest in the mine.

"It's your choice, and I think it's the right choice."

Alan buries Hayabusa and Gary together.

"Wow, Alan, you've seen a real sacrificial box, my God, I haven't seen it in so long."

Dusty shouted after listening to Alan's memories.

"What exactly is the Sacrificial Box?"

This question, which has been buried in my heart for four years, can finally see the light of day today.

"The sacrificial box is a simple version of the sacrificial box, and it is also a low-end version. The Sacrificial Box is much easier to make than the Sacrificial Box, and it only needs the souls of 1,000 creatures. In other words, it is also possible to use animals. However, the resulting box is incomplete and full of flaws. The existence of the memorial box is to preserve the soul of the king of the ghost clan at a critical juncture, so that he can be reborn in the future, but the ghost king has never had an accident, and he is alive and well, and there is no need for this box to exist. Therefore, many people in the ghost clan want to use him to improve their magic. So the sacrificial box was invented, the sacrificial box can store the user's soul, and use the absorbed life to enhance the user's spells, once the user dies, then these powerful magical energy will also be locked into the magic box along with the soul, the falcon should be the key to the magic box, insert the falcon into the circular lock hole of the magic box, you can get the mana accumulated in it. But these mana humans can't withstand it, and even the ghost clan may not be able to withstand it. Fortunately, the old man didn't know how to use the magic box, otherwise he wouldn't know how to die. ”

"According to you, this sacrificial box is more powerful than the sacrificial box?"

Ilt asked.

"Of course not, the existence of the sacrificial box is very unstable, the souls and mana that can be stored are very limited, and the impure souls used in the production can easily lead to the darkening of the magic stored in it. I don't think you want the mana you get to be one of those weird black and white mana, right? The memorial box is much safer, and 100% able to store the souls of more than 1,000 people, and ensure that these souls will never die and will not be polluted. ”

"It's better to use things in a pure way."

Tia sighed.

"Can we discuss how to make a magic box now?"

Gentleman Orion listened to the gossip of this group of children, and opened his mouth to urge.

"Yes, yes."

Dusty came to the edge of the mineral spring,

"To make a memorial box, the materials here are very rich, these soul crystals can be used to make the shell of the box, the soul can be used to extract the prototype of the box, and the spring water can wash the resentment of these souls, perfect."

"Is there anything I need to do?"

Orion asked.

"Your Highness the Fairy King, I need your soul to make the key."

"What?!"

Everyone except Dusty and Orion exclaimed in surprise.

"I didn't say I could get Orion out of here like this. I'm just saying that there's a way to get him out, but what the situation is, can you have a better way now? ”

"It's okay, I'm living and dying with my people."

Orion smiled slightly,

"What I want to know is, how will my people be resurrected in the future?"

"As Alan said, the outside world is full of hope, and as long as the soul is immortal, it is only a matter of time before the resurrection is imminent. The reason why I use your soul to make the key is because your soul is the most powerful, the magic box is not indestructible, but it cannot be opened without the key, His Royal Highness Orion is in the sacrificial magic box, I also hope that you can perform your duties here and take good care of your people, where only you can protect them. ”

Dusty paused and continued,

"Are you really willing to do that?"

"Yes, I should have given my life for the elves a long time ago, it's been so many years late, I don't want to waste any more time."

Orion said firmly.

"Okay, then please condense the spring water like you did just now, I need to touch the crystal underneath."

Orion's figure floated above the spring, his hands spread out, and the spring water obediently gathered from the bottom up into his palm, and in a few moments, a huge ball of water appeared in front of him. Dusty jumped off the mineral spring and crawled among the crystal clusters, his palm was cut by the crystal in several places, and the blood dripped on the purple crystal, which was instantly absorbed.

- The soul resentment in these soul crystals is really deep

Dusty muttered to himself, bandaging his palms and continuing to crawl deeper.

"Your Highness, we will seal all the mana for you until the box is finished."

Darth gave Tia task ahead of time, and she told her that she had to seal Aureon's magic, otherwise she would not be able to make the box and key.

Orion didn't think twice, and sat cross-legged between Tia, Ilt, and Chilla.

"Alan, our safety is in your hands."

I don't know what Irt was thinking, but suddenly a sentence came out of nowhere.

"Don't worry, I'll watch you."

Alan sat upright with a long sword in hand, his eyes looking at the situation on both sides from time to time.

"Then let's get started."

Tia, Ilte, and Kira each stretched out an index finger and pointed it at Orion, and the three normals of the fingertips slowly shot out, converging in Orion's body. (To be continued.) )