Pain, heart-eating pain.

Byrne felt that tens of thousands of ants were forcibly burrowing into his skin every moment, fighting and duel with the original ant colony in his body.

Every time the two swarms of ants collided violently, the pain of the torn body made Byrne feel painful, and the level of this pain was several times stronger than when he had forcibly awakened.

But Byrne is still gritting his teeth and insisting, for so many years, he has long heard about the difficulties of his wild way of "reforming the evil and returning to the right", at least the spiritual power collapses, losing all the transcendent attributes, and the heavy spiritual power is reversed, and directly becomes a crazy monster, only death can relieve this suffering.

But if you don't seek to change, continue to walk on the road of the wild road, the danger of losing control of spiritual power will always exist, maybe a few years, maybe more than ten years, losing control and becoming a demon is already a doomed ending.

"Nedkiki, Shode, Sakan Wod, Dayutswoo"

"Nedkiki, Shode, Sakan Wod, Dayutswoo"

Wave after wave of spiritual words blessed a group of "spiritual power ants" in Bourne's body, causing them to reverberate with a special fluctuation frequency as the spiritual syllables turned.

The original group of spiritual ants in Bourne's body was gradually divided, and there were constantly "traitors" who fled to the camp of the "invaders", and then were assimilated into a common fluctuation frequency.

Charles opened his vision of spiritual power, carefully observing and pondering the process of this standard transcendent awakening, and experiencing the mysteries and secrets hidden in the spiritual power world.

Clusters of yellow-brown spiritual power molecules were stripped from the colorful spiritual power world with the chanting of Bourne's spiritual words, and then they were seduced by the spiritual power potion in Bourne's body, forming a small vortex around Bourne, squeezing and rushing into his body, washing his body and changing his power.

Charles has some realizations, awakening transcendent is to use spiritual language to orientally analyze specific spiritual power molecules, and then use spiritual power elixirs as medicine to lure them to the designated target, completing the enhanced transformation from ordinary people to transcendental.

This process is full of variables, just in less than ten minutes, Charles has already felt that the spiritual power vortex has several signs of disintegration, if it weren't for the continuous and standard chanting of spiritual words with Bourne, this awakening process may have failed due to lack of spiritual power.

Finally, the recalcitrant "spiritual power ants" in Bourne's body were completely differentiated, most of them were devoured and assimilated by the newly entered spiritual power molecules, and a small number were squeezed out of the body and dispersed and disappeared.

A new spiritual power was formed in Bourne's body, and both the degree of condensation and the thickness of the spiritual power were far greater than before.

"That's it, search for thieves!"

"Huh?"

Charles just felt a sense of accomplishment, but Byrne's situation, which had gradually stabilized, suddenly changed, and his arms shook irregularly, almost breaking free of Charles's palms.

The face of the fierce and resolute was sometimes hideous, sometimes sneering, sometimes tearful and snotty, and suddenly he was clenched and curled up, as if he remembered something terrible.

A familiar aura passed through Bourne's body.

Crazy cries, painful howls, bloody and ** moans, temptations full of depravity loomed.

"It turns out that there is such a thing as a demon, but how can it be infected to me?"

Charles, who was already very experienced, didn't panic at all, and casually thought about some good memories of his past life, and those ghosts and ghosts disappeared without a trace.

Looking at Bourne's situation again, it was really a little better, although he was still twitching and struggling, the distortion on his face had subsided a lot, and he didn't look so terrible.

The faint aura of depravity continued to spread, and Charles didn't activate his skill again, but let go of the palm that was clenched with Byrne.

The smell of depravity is gone, and Byrne's situation begins to turn in a bad direction again.

Charles clenched Byrne's hand again, quietly transforming with his struggle, and his heart suddenly felt a little sour.

On the night Aurelian encounters "divine punishment", Olive has woken up before the others have woken up.

Why is Olive different from the others? Does he keep his memories like himself? Charles has been suspicious all these days, but he can't verify the question, so he just asks Olive "Sister, do you remember that damn name?"

But now it is obvious that the aura that erodes consciousness can be transmitted through human contact, and Olive was held in her arms at that time, and she blocked the remnants of spiritual power that invaded her mind to erase and correct her memory.

Olive probably kept the memory of that night, remembering the name Chrétien Augustus, and perhaps remembering the deaths of so many uncles and aunts.

So soon after, Olive insisted on trying to awaken and embark on the path of transcendence, why would a good sister who had always been obedient despite a little temper suddenly be so insistent?

The reason she gave was to help the charr fight the enemy in front of her, but was it not for revenge on the dead Marquis of Lorraine?

"Did I protect her, or did I hurt him!" said Charles, deep in self-reproach.

"Adult!"

A trembling voice woke Charles from his repugnation, and he looked back to find Byrne pulling back his palm.

The hideousness and pain on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by indescribable joy and a deep sense of gratitude.

"Oh, how does it feel?" Charles regained his indifferent demeanor and asked Byrne casually.

Bourne stretched his arms slightly, lowered his head and looked at his body, as if he still didn't believe it, "I have never felt so good, thank you, Lord Earl!"

Charles also saw the changes in Byrne through the spiritual power vision, those scattered spiritual powers disappeared, and a pure and condensed spiritual power appeared in his body, as if exuding powerful power between exhalation and inhalation.

"Your current spiritual power is unstable, stand here and follow me!"

Charles took two knightly swords from the weapon rack next to the wall, tossed one to Bourne, and made him stand at his side, holding the sword in a family hand-handed gesture.

"Step, push, inhale!"

Charles's strong body slowly moved forward, the long sword in his hand was as steady as a mountain, and a thick and solid momentum suddenly emerged.

Bernbi gourd paints scoops, and the movements are slightly restrained, only its shape does not see its meaning.

Charles's eyes flickered, and in his spiritual vision, he saw that the spiritual power in Bourne's body was lazily unmoving, so he said dissatisfiedly: "Imagine that there is a powerful enemy in front of you, and you are fighting for your duties and beliefs. ”

"Step, push, inhale!"

Byrne closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes changed, and the fierce aura appeared on his body again, and the knight's sword in his hand was calmly pushed horizontally, with a slight meaning.

"Stride, slash, hold your breath!"

Charles saw the wisp of spiritual power in Bourne's body, and lost no time in continuing to give guidance, the long sword in his hand strode and slashed, and the fierce momentum made people frown.

Byrne strode along, holding his breath and swinging his sword in the same way as Charles, and the spiritual power in his body finally moved.

"Come in, stab, exhale!"

"Hah!"

Bourne followed with a sword and stabbed directly, and a breath in his chest surged up uncontrollably, and he exhaled: "Ha!"

Unconsciously, the sunlight revealed by the skylight disappeared, and the stars rose in the sky, and the two of them guided one after the other, completely forgetting the time.

Byrne had fallen into a state of wonder, and he felt that every swing of his sword, every turn, was a satisfying pleasure, and the feeling of power coming from his heart was indescribable.

"This is the power of inheritance!"