"Mole ant, you have a good soul."

Mephisto looked down at the totem pole in front of him, on which was a mortally injured human who was almost unconscious. This is naturally Ovila, who failed to break through. Lan Wu had just fled, and the dozen or so soul wizards had already launched a demon sacrifice in anger.

Eighty percent of the soul hunters present were torn apart by the powerful magic on the spot, and exploded into a pile of minced meat. Foul-smelling minced flesh mixed with dark red blood spilled all over the area.

Drawn by the magical power contained in the flesh and blood of nearly 20,000 soul hunters, a passage was opened and one of Mephisto's clones was summoned.

Ovira has not fully recovered. Influenced by Mephisto's magical powers, he was defeated by the soul hunters who poured in from all directions, and unfortunately was seriously injured and captured. Luckily, the soul wizard summoned Mephisto's doppelganger through a demon sacrifice, and more sacrifices were needed. So he was sent to Mephisto.

"Barbara, it's a pity I didn't see you healed." Ovira's heart was full of waves, only a faint regret. Without even raising his head, he took Mephisto as air. He could see that the Hate King in front of him was not really strong, and even weaker than the Mephisto he had killed when he followed Barbara into the Temple of Travenkel. Helplessly, although this doppelganger is weak, it is a terrifying magic that contains the power of infinite hatred. Affected by his inner hatred, he was swarmed by soul hunters, and unfortunately was seriously injured and captured.

"Interesting ants." Mephisto smiled wryly, looking appreciatively at the human in front of him with extraordinary magical powers.

At this time, the dozen or so soul wizards walked up with a sneer, each holding a short bone knife in their hands. They stole a glance at Mephisto's face and carefully surrounded Ovira. Seeing that Mephisto was not displeased, they immediately stripped Ovira of all the ground.

"Damn." Ovira was so angry that she was about to explode. He could accept death, but he could not accept such a humiliating death. He struggled with the last bit of strength in his body, but he was tied up tightly, and he was unable to break free at all. He could only watch as he was turned into a bare-skinned pig by these little wizards.

"I want his soul, don't hurt his body. I don't need a sacrifice with only a soul and no body. Mephisto laughed, his voice rumbling over the seemingly empty tribe.

Hearing Mephisto's order, those soul wizards immediately danced with excitement and gathered together again, as if discussing how to do something to meet the needs of the Demon God.

"Hurry up, you know the consequences of angering me, lowly demonic creatures." Mephisto saw that these soul wizards had not made a move, and he was immediately furious.

The roar of the demon god swept over the spiritual coercion of the demon god, and frightened these soul wizards to end the discussion. Sacrifice is not only to defeat a difficult opponent, but also a necessary means to please the demon god. Angered the demon god, this demon sacrifice was a failure. Not to mention the benefits, they also lost nearly 20,000 people.

The soul wizards came to a consensus under the pressure of Mephisto. They picked up the bone knives at the same time, and used Ovira as a piece of wood, carving strange patterns into its skin.

This is the magic pattern that imprisons the soul. Carving this kind of magic pattern on the human skin can completely imprison the human soul in the body, and at the same time, it will also make it easier for Mephisto to take the human soul.

Ovira gritted her teeth. There was not a single trace of blood on his face. Large drops of cold sweat oozed out, staining his body red with blood. He refused to show cowardice in front of Mephisto. He knew very well that even the gods would not be able to save his soul from Mephisto if his willpower collapsed.

Mephisto used the power of his hatred to control souls, using these controlled souls to manipulate their bodies to his advantage. The Hradim sealed it in the Temple of Travenkel, preventing it from leaving the temple.

Upon awakening, it used its magic to control the temple monks who were responsible for guarding the temple and keeping an eye on it. It then used the golems to kill the High Priest and gain partial freedom until its brother Diablo arrived and freed it from the Soul Stone. But the seal of the Hradim remains. It can move freely inside the temple without being able to leave the temple. It then modified the demon sacrifice and passed it on to the golems it controlled, using this as a way to temporarily leave the eerie and oppressive temple.

Being imprisoned in a temple that never saw the light of day for many years made Mephisto even more extreme. It spent the next few millennia frantically controlling the soul and expanding its power. Compared to its brothers Diablo and Barr, it has the strongest control over its subordinates. No demon has escaped its control to this day.

Ovira is well aware of Mephisto's secret of controlling souls. He would rather self-destruct his soul than become a puppet for Mephisto to drive. Unfortunately, at this time, he was seriously injured, and he couldn't even break free from the ropes on his body, let alone self-destruct his soul.

"I'm sorry, Barbara, I ...... I can't control my own destiny. Farewell. Ovira closed her eyes in pain. He is also the one who followed Barbara to meet the archangel Tyrell, and knows a little bit of secrets that ordinary people don't know.

Death is not the end of humanity. Knowing from Tyrell that after death, the human soul remains. The stronger the strength during life, the less the soul will dissipate. It is even possible to be summoned by a necromancer to sign a soul contract. So he is not afraid of death. He was confident that he would be able to guarantee that his soul would not dissipate after death, and that he would be summoned into a skeleton by a necromancer. Then there will be a chance to see Barbara again. But now that the soul is about to fall into the hands of Mephisto, it can be regarded as real death.

It took dozens of minutes for these soul wizards to carve the magic pattern and respectfully retreat to the side of the clansmen. They led the remaining soul hunters to crawl in front of Mephisto, reciting ancient eulogies and inviting the demon god Mephisto to partake of the sacrifice.

"I have received your sincerity." Mephisto laughed and reached for the totem pole.

Sensing the flow of air around her, Ovira shed two lines of tears of pain. Once the soul is captured by Mephisto, he becomes a puppet of Mephisto's obedience, and has no memory of his past. Inadvertently, deep in his soul, he involuntarily developed a strong hatred for Mephisto.

"Mole ant, I smell the abomination in your soul." Mephisto's large hand rested in front of Ovira's head, his face intoxicated. Hate is its favorite food. It was happy to give the sacrifice a little more hatred.

At this moment, a huge meteorite suddenly formed on top of its head and smashed down. (To be continued.) )