Purification, Expulsion, and Healing, these three spells have great potential, despite their low level and can be learned and cast even at the "apprentice" stage, before they even step into the ring.

Because their spell effects depend on their own spirit power!

The stigmata inscribed by the Charr is expulsion.

At the time of the inscription, the Stigmata Master explained to Charles in detail the specific effects of the spell of expulsion.

As the name suggests, it is capable of expelling forcibly possessed souls from the body.

In terms of effect, this spell is so powerful that it can even cause the caster to banish possessed spirits whose strength is far greater than its own, but it has a fatal flaw - it must be at a certain distance!

This is fundamentally different from purification, the purification spell Charles can also be far away, but expelling, he can only use it closely.

Of the three spells, it is said that the healing must even be carried out by touch, which is even more inconvenient.

Under this limitation, the effectiveness of the spell is greatly reduced, and as a result, the charr has not had the opportunity to use it since the inscription.

Until now.

After the red spirit body was removed, the strange scales of the lady in front of her fell off one after another, finally revealing her original complexion.

It's just that she seems to have been shocked to a certain extent, and after returning to normal, her eyes are still closed, and she has not woken up immediately.

It's just that the gently undulating chest proves that she is not in a big deal.

Charles let go of his grip on his neck and let the witch slump to the ground, ignoring him and instead looking sideways at his misty wings.

The hazy bones on each side were three bifurcations, and a large amount of black-gray smoke was entwined around them, forming its entire wings.

In the past, this wing was basically occupied by black, but now, black has become an embellishment.

Infinite gray mist enveloped the bone wings, forming a pair of special smoke wings, on which human faces occasionally appeared, proving what they were.

The black demon soul was pushed to the edge of the Deathwing, and it was silent, and its behavior was very slow.

Among them, a red "tadpole" is like a star in the night, hovering in the black sea, looming in the black ocean.

It was the remnant soul of Scheding that had just been absorbed. And the black ones belong to the ranks of demons.

The gray mist represents a large number of human spirits.

Charles has a limit on the number of demonic souls he can absorb, and after a certain point, his body will be affected by the power within the demonic souls. But he absorbed human beings, or normal souls, without such obstacles.

As a result, all the unjust souls in the sanatorium under his feet were absorbed by him.

"It's a pity that a soul without resentment is destined to be of little use."

Retracting his gaze, Charles' mind moved, and the wings behind his back slowly dissipated.

The resentful soul who entered the Deathwing, the resentment on his body had already been absorbed by the resentful shadow at the foot of his spirit body, and the result was that the resentful soul shadow that he originally only had eight paths left had now become ten.

"It's worth the trip."

Thinking like this, his mind moved, and a silver-edged card immediately slowly appeared in his hand.

With horns on its head, sharp-beaked monkey gills like monkeys, sharp claws on its limbs, and a translucent body that is crimson in color, it is now roaring outwards with a hideous face.

The picture freezes here.

Charles was curious about the meaning behind the remnant of the name, but he didn't create the psychic card as an observation, but an experiment.

Experimenting with a bottleneck that had plagued him for a long time.

Previously, the spirit could not grow, and Charles had always suspected that it was his own sake, but now that he saw this special demon, he had a whim.

What if the inability to grow is not because of oneself, but because of demons?

Could it be that he has purified a little too many demons, and he can't grow anymore by purifying that kind of ordinary demons?

It's an idea worth trying, and now Charles has the opportunity to experiment with it as well.

With the card in his hand, he looked at the black-clad room, and then at the witch who was slumped in the corner, and Charles stepped out.

When I came to the corridor outside the room, I could clearly feel that the light here was much brighter than before, and there was no such cold feeling around me.

This is because the ghosts of this place have been swept away.

Charles didn't pay much attention to this, feeling the normalcy of his surroundings, he pinched the card in his hand and began to recite the grand incantation.

White light then burst out from the card, and the light shrouded it, and the red monster sealed in the card had a visibly distorted face, as if it had become painful, and a faint howl emanated from it.

But under the unique confinement of this destiny gift, this thing in his hand was only wailing in vain, without any other reaction.

With the continuous sound of the spell, the white light on the cards in his hand became more and more intense, and the touch became more and more hot, and finally, under the murmur, the cards burned with white fire!

The intense burning sensation that even his own talent could not stop, made Charles hurriedly let go, and then he saw that the cards that had fallen off disappeared in an instant under the white flames, and there was not even a trace of dust left!

At the same time, in the special spirit space in his body, a unique and familiar power inexplicably emerged!

The power emerged, merging into his huge spirit, and the coolness came over him.

The feeling of déjà vu made Charles exhale comfortably, and then he was ecstatic.

"Sure enough!"

"I should have thought of it!"

"When you encounter a problem, you should think differently."

An undisguised joy caused Charles to stride up and down the hallway, his mind racing, and finally, thinking of something, he walked to the hall where he had summoned the wraith.

Standing in the middle of the shattered glass windows of the hall, a barren hillland, surrounded by gray and rubbish beneath his feet, Charles began to chant a spell to summon death.

The obscure Latin incantation was not loud, but as he pronounced it, a special signal quietly rippled out.

It wasn't long before a gray cloud appeared in front of Charles and quickly condensed into a solid entity.

The Grim Reaper can be found in every town and corner of the world, so the Charr never worries about not being able to summon these guys.

But right now, I don't know if it's a coincidence or intention, what appears in front of me is the black female Grim Reaper who has had several contacts before!

She bowed to Charles' probing gaze.

"Good afternoon, boss."

As she said hello, the black female Grim Reaper scanned her surroundings out of the corner of her eye, and she was secretly frightened when she noticed that there were no more resentful spirits in this famous haunted place.

The tens of thousands of resentful spirits that have plagued the Grim Reaper for a long time have now been solved so silently?

Although he knew that Charr's purpose was to come here to solve the matter, it was too fast, right?

Charles didn't bother to pay attention to the inner thoughts of the person in front of him, and after summoning her, he immediately asked, "What is Sheding?" ”

"Sheding?"

The black female god of death pondered for a moment when she heard this, and finally shook her head: "There is no record of this thing in the underworld. ”

"Haven't heard of it at all?"

"Yes." The Grim Reaper replied, but when the voice fell, she added, "But I can ask the other Grim Reapers, maybe any of them know." ”

"Then I'm bothering you." Charles nodded at him, but his excitement unconsciously subdued.

The Grim Reaper has existed since the dawn of the world, and it stands to reason that there is basically nothing in the world that they don't know, but this monster named Sherding knows nothing.

"Is it just a special case?"

He pondered, but he didn't want to give up this rare opportunity. So he decided to wait for Fiona to wake up and ask the witch about the reason for this thing.

While he was pondering, the Grim Reaper in front of him did not leave, but said in a deep voice: "Boss, there is something to report to you. ”

"Things?" The pensive Charles looked up at her, "There's a clue to the Monster Forest?" ”

"No, we didn't find the Monster Forest." The black female Grim Reaper said, "But we have found a human who can bring people to the place of the Mother of All Things." ”

Hearing this, Charles wanted to ask carefully, but seeing that the face in front of him was a little bad, he couldn't help frowning and asking.

"What else is going on?"

"Someone is hunting us." The black female god of death gritted her teeth and said, "So far, three gods of death have been killed!" ”