[You killed the plague spreader Salvator, and you gained a little knowledge about creating the plague]

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[You killed the vampire Mikkelson, and you gained a breath of life energy]

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[You killed the vampire Curtis, and you gained a little knowledge about the vampire's vision]

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The cooldown of the True Eye wasn't over yet, but when Charles's dagger stabbed into the heart of every vampire, a faint stream of information could still float in front of his eyes.

Obviously, his "Fight Monsters and Level Up" ability is different from the True Eye in this situation.

The majestic life energy in his body continued to surge as a result, and the charr, who had just fought a short but fierce battle, quickly regained his integrity.

All sorts of knowledge about necromancers come back and forth in my mind, familiar, heard, repeated, unfamiliar......

The gray mist that rippled around his body gave him a faint feeling of floating upward, but it seemed to be an illusion, and Charles didn't pay much attention to it.

As far as the eye could see, the ghoul man in the corner of the warehouse was dead, his soul struggling in mid-air, but it was difficult to break free from the invisible suction.

Slowly approaching, finally merging into his left half of the "bone wing" under Charles's sideways gaze.

This also means that this fight has finally come to an end.

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"But it's not over yet."

Thinking about it, he muttered a subtle spell in a low voice, and his originally dark eyes gradually appeared a faint purple color, and then Charles looked up and saw that everything had changed.

The darkness that dissipated from the sky flooded the warehouse with light and made everything around it visible.

However, at this moment, he could only see patches of light purple color, as if the whole world was covered with a thin veil.

But the surroundings were not exactly like this, the well-dressed and unconscious young people were blooming with a pale gray completely different from the purple world at this time.

At first glance, the gray seems to be faintly glowing on the surface of their skin, but if you look closely, you will see that everyone seems to have a unique overlap at this time—there is also an appearance under the outside.

That's actually their soul.

Psisight, a special spell that allows psychics to see the state of spirits in living people.

This spell is usually used to check for errors in the connection between the human body and the spirit, or to see if there is any special situation in the spirit.

Now it's being used by the Charles to check if anyone is pretending to be unconscious.

The eyes faintly filled with purple intent in the darkness scanned the surroundings, and the faint gray light that emanated from them was smooth and sluggish, and countless green threads were faintly hidden under the light, silently proving the current state of everyone at the moment—they were falling into a coma under the unique spell effect.

Although the fight was loud, it ended very quickly, and it was estimated that it would only take about five minutes from the beginning to the present.

At this time, it is estimated that the churches in the city have just reacted, and the magic effect of the plague spreader before will naturally not fade.

Spectral dormant.

The Plague Faction's spell works by essentially isolating the senses between the spirit and the body, causing the target to fall into a similar slumber.

But as long as there is a slight stimulation from an external force, then the isolation will be destroyed, and the spell effect will naturally disappear.

The sound is a stimulus, but it's not strong enough.

"It's good, no one woke up."

Muttered, the purple in his eyes faded, and everything returned to normal in front of him.

He then turned to look at the vampires, but a broken finger suddenly stopped him in his sight.

It was a hideous finger that seemed to be dragged from the palm of the hand, and the flesh of the fractured part was irregularly jagged, and the blood on it was viscous, and the white bone joints were faintly visible.

In the previous battle, only one person was brutally "dismembered", and it is self-evident whose finger it is.

Charles thought for a moment, grabbed a wisp of gray mist from his right bone wing with his side hand, and then whispered to the wisp of material that was floating in the palm of his hand like a loach, "It's only because you're too conspicuous to be called bait, but you and I have no grievances, and I won't do anything wrong." ”

"If your family is really rich, then you should be able to afford to hire a high-level monk to perform resurrection and body regeneration on you."

"It's just that before that, I can only make you lose your memory."

Muttering, Charles clasped his hands together, and then sprinkled forward, and saw a gray light ripple away, and finally a hazy young figure appeared in the air.

The other man seemed very dazed as soon as he appeared, but before he could react, Charles raised his finger and snapped his fingers in front of him.

So the spirit, who had not yet returned to normal, became sluggish.

Charles then stretched out a finger and plunged into the brain of the target who didn't know what it was called, pumping up his own spiritual power to his fingertips, so that the spirit that had ignored his hand trembled, and his face gradually became painful.

Charles largely ignored this, ignoring the look on his face as his fingers began to slowly stir around his brain in a special amplitude.

His behavior was like mixing a basin of water, and the spiritual power attached to his fingers was like Dao Dao ink, and under the constant influence, the other party's originally normal human face gradually changed.

His facial features began to distort, his neck gradually skewed, and his whole body unconsciously underwent some kind of deformed growth.

This "transformation" seemed to be very painful, and the other party struggled silently and violently, but under the influence of the gray mist wings behind Charles, he could not escape a single step, and he could not do anything to affect Charles, so in the end, his entire spirit body completely turned into a dwarf with crooked eyes and short limbs, less than a meter tall.

Staring at the strange transformation in front of him, Charles took a deep breath.

The soul does not really take on a real form, and its human form is only due to the long-term influence of the body and the spiritual self-perception.

And if this perception is disturbed, then the spirit will naturally not be able to keep it as it is.

In the same way, the memories that make up those cognitions are lost as a result.

Disturbing the soul is not a spell, it is just a small trick, the bandage person has it in his memory, using his own spiritual power to stir the opponent's spirit, in order to destroy his memory, destroy his fundamental cognition, the only restriction is that the soul power of both sides must be crushed.

It's the first time I've used it now, but it's a familiar one.

The process of disturbing cognition is irreversible, and after being disturbed, there is no way to use any repair spells or any probing spells to influence it, so it can only remain like this.

But it can be reconstructed.

As long as the other party's family resurrects it, in a few years, this freak will slowly "grow again".

"Just don't think about it anymore."

Muttering, he finally raised his hand and slapped it on the head, and the hapless creature turned into a gray mist and shot forward quickly, and in the blink of an eye, shot through the steel walls of the warehouse and into the outside world.

This is a manifestation of the wings' ability to collect and release souls.

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It's essential to "kick it out".

The pain and confusion of the soul being disturbed will cause him to have a long blank period, but when he recovers from this change, his original spiritual instincts will still work, that is, he will start to have memories again. So the Charles, of course, couldn't tell him to stay here any longer.

As for the other reason for this......

Walking a few steps with his feet up, he bent down to pick up a small hammer-shaped ornament, and Charles muttered secretly.

"It's not good to be thin-skinned."

With a thought, the bones in his back slowly dissipated, and he immediately turned his head to look at the dead bodies not far away. and the many unconscious children of the nobility around them.

It seems that the harvest has just begun.