"Now that you know that you have been deceived, hurry up and go back to where you came."

Alan didn't know what to call that place that resembled heaven and hell.

"Your Highness Allen, can I call you that?"

Zhao Ma seems to be the most polite artifact among the Bishamen Heavenly Artifacts, and his behavior is as if he has been trained, which is very pleasant to look at.

"Yes."

"Your Highness Allen, we are also awakened for the first time, and we don't know how to go back at all"

It seems that Zhaoma has a hard time saying that word,

"And I'm the only one who has seen the truth of the matter, and there are still many artifacts in His Highness Bishamen who still think that they can get out of here by killing you."

"What then? She has hundreds of artifacts, all of them released, and we won't be dead enough. ”

Tia, protected by the huge wings of Kira, walked in and overheard their conversation.

"Maybe kill her while she faints, will that make her rest in peace?"

"Thea, you're worse off than nothing. People can't kill gods, that's why there is such a thing as 'pulling out the fold'. ”

"His Highness Ilt is right, the only way at the moment is to 'pluck' His Highness Bishamen."

Zhaoma pushed his glasses and said very seriously. Everyone looked at him in amazement, as if they couldn't believe that there would be an artifact offering to 'pluck the master'.

"Are you serious?"

Qile knows a lot about 'pulling the pluck', and he wants to confirm the true intention of Zhaoma.

"I'm serious, 'Pulling' will evolve a mind polluted by external forces, although the process is painful and there is a threat of death, but it is the only hope we have now."

Zhao Ma turned and walked back to Bishamentian's side. Squatted down and brushed the scattered blonde hair on her face,

"Bisha, I believe you will definitely come back, the Bazi clan is still waiting for you, and I am still waiting for you"

As if he had made up his mind, Zhaoma knelt down on his knees towards Alan and the others.

"'Pulling' needs the cooperation of three people, please help my master, keep her away from the devil's path, and regain her consciousness, please!"

With a heavy kowtow, Alan glanced at Qile, Qile nodded slightly, and Tia hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhaoma up.

"'Pulling' requires an artifact and two humans, and I am an elf. If you can't directly participate in the 'pulling', you can only guide from the sidelines, so this matter will be done by Zhaoma, Alan and Tia. ”

Qile was the only one who understood the process of 'pulling the pluck', so he became the conductor.

"What about me?"

Ilt innocently swayed in front of Qiraku.

"Ilte, your left hand is filled with the power of black magic and is not suitable for any part of this matter, and your task is to re-establish the barrier in the mining area to prevent the mining area from continuing to collapse."

"Cut"

Ilt was a little unhappy about being left out. But it can't be helped, Qile is telling the truth. He had no choice but to build an enchantment.

Howba took the unconscious Bishamen camel out of the mine and placed her on a flat surface.

"Zhaoma, you can use the spell, right?"

"Yes! Do you mean the art of soul separation? ”

"Yes."

"I'm fine."

"Very well, Alan, Tia, before the 'Pull'. You have to learn a spell first. ”

Kiraku walked to the side of Zoba and Tia,

"A line!"

With the spell of Qiraku, a white glowing thread appeared between Tia and Zoba!

"Qile, what is this?!"

Tia slowly reached out her hand, and a white, transparent barrier above the line seemed to be an obstacle. But Tia was able to cross her hand without any problems. But the Zoba on the side pushed a step away, and it seemed that he couldn't cross the 'line'.

"This is the 'first line', a spell to isolate the soul, and a spell unique to the artifact. It can separate all objects that should not exist in this space-time from reality. ”

"I'm going to learn too!"

Ilte's pointed ears immediately heard Qile's words, and he kindly hammered Qile on the shoulder.

"Ilte, it's useless for you to learn this."

"Why?!"

Ilt asked, wide-eyed.

"Because you're good enough, you just need to defeat those souls who want to invade you, so why bother separating them from yourself? Isn't it that you are afraid of Bishamentian and want to hide from her? ”

Qile said with a serious face, and Ilte listened with a black line on his face,

"How is that possible?! Forget it, if you don't learn, you won't learn, it's useless anyway"

Ilt whistled and turned to continue building the barrier.

"Alright, Alan, Tia, I'll do it again, focus on one point of my finger, draw towards the goal, and shout 'one line' out loud,

"A line!"

Joy demonstrated again, and Eren and Tia practiced together. Worthy of being the excellent silver knights of the princess and the knights, the two quickly mastered the essentials and were able to draw a 'line' quickly and accurately.

"Then let's get started."

Megama, Allen, and Tia stood around Bishamon and stretched out their fingers at the same time,

"A line!"

"A line!"

"A line!"

Three white lines draw a triangle and enclose Bishamentian.

"And after that?"

Tia asked what to do next, and Kira shook her head,

"No, it's already started, as long as Bishamen can make it to the end and realize his mistake, then it's a success."

Tia watched as the Bishamen Heaven in the 'first line' gradually woke up, and within the first line, beams of light began to shoot out like lightning, penetrating all parts of Bishamen's body!

"Ahh!!hh Ahhh!!!h ”

Tia couldn't bear to look at the hysterical screams of Bishamon, and Alan buried her face in her chest, and Ilt on the side was also shocked by the terrible punishment, and her brows were furrowed.

"Lord Bishamon! Bishamon Bishamen Tenjin!! Why do you do this to me?!!! ”

Within the line, Bishamen Tian roared, and his voice was no longer as moving as it had been.

"Qile, when will it end?"

Tia turned her back and covered her ears, not daring to look or listen, the body behind her was full of blood holes, and the 'sickness' behind her quickly spread, infecting her whole body, large black spots appeared on her pale skin, and her long golden hair was soaked in blood and stuck to her pale cheeks.

"She doesn't admit her mistakes, and the 'pulling' will not end"

Qile didn't know how long Bishamon Heaven would last, but once the 'Pulling' began, it could only end when the people inside reflected on themselves or died. (To be continued.) )