"Are you going to use the Wailing Banshees to repel the Inquisitors?"

Cheryl had lived in this world for so many years as the executioner of the Church, and of course she knew what creatures she should be afraid of.

In addition to the dragons that are usually feared by the weaker creatures, the creature that the Inquisitors hate the most is the banshees of the undead branch.

"The singing of the banshees is indeed a good choice, and I have used it this way to kill the inquisitors of the church before."

Josiu showed Cheryl the mark of his palm, a few of the undead from the Forest of Bones who had tasted the flesh of the Inquisitor.

But on the day of the release of the "Goblin vs. Dwarf" card pack, Qiao Xiu couldn't let the Wailing Banshee Idol Troupe under the command of the Skeleton Gong hold a live concert.

Even if Nolan has the existence of the Necromancer Guild, this kind of magic that plays with the souls of the dead is an existence that will be feared after all.

"But some of the clergy in the church are also very good at dealing with the undead, and those guys may have known that you have... The ability to manipulate the undead. ”

Cheryl tried not to look at the mark on Qiao Xiu's palm.

There was a faint aura of death within the sigil, and she felt suffocated just by looking at it.

Life has been so troublesome since becoming an Inquisitor, she has become more and more neurotic, and any object with an ominous meaning in front of her eyes will shake her inner peace.

"I'm not going to let the Banshee Ladies come out in person, but their voices won't be absent."

As soon as Qiao Xiu stretched out his hand, a daytime banshee appeared behind Qiao Xiu, and these four daytime banshees had become existences similar to the Hearthstone Tavern maids.

Even Lady Marina sometimes had to use their power to clean the entire tavern.

The daytime banshee handed Qiao Xiu a pitch-black protocrystal.

"They... The sound? ”

Cheryl took a step back when she saw the transparent undead behind Qiao Xiu, even if they emitted the power of a holy light.

The Inquisitors are taboo about such creatures that carry out psychic attacks...... This can also be regarded as Cheryl's occupational disease.

"Banshees don't wail during the day, but their sisters can die wail, and this protodron has her sister's voice recorded." Qiao Xiu said.

"You... Recorded the voice of the wailing banshee into the protocrystal? It's like... The Frost Elf's singing voice is the same? ”

Cheryl looked at the Chaos Demon in front of her with some stunnedness.

"Of course, this is the world's first record of the Wailing Banshee, would you like to try it out?"

Qiao Xiu only needed to inject magic into the pitch-black protocrystal, and the penetrating sound would reverberate throughout the room.

"I don't think the sounds recorded through the protozol can affect my consciousness."

Cheryl had encountered the Wailing Banshee, and for this undead creature, screaming was just a means of casting spells, using screams to mobilize their magic for a 'spiritual' attack.

"You can experience it."

Qiao Xiu put the pitch-black protozoar on the desk, and Ciri had already covered his ears with wit.

"If only the Inquisitor would be repelled by ordinary screams......"

Before Cheryl's words could be finished, Qiao Xiu injected his magic power into the original crystal.

The voice recorded in the original crystal reverberated throughout the interior of the study at this moment.

The sound was just as Cheryl had expected, just ordinary female screams, with some whimpering and whining.

The Staff has no magic from the caster, just an ordinary wooden root, and the same applies to the screams of the Wailing Banshee.

The scream, while upsetting Cheryl, was still too monotonous compared to the frantic whispers.

Cheryl's thought lasted less than ten seconds, and the sound coming from within the protocrystal was no longer a monotonous scream, the same screams overlapped and began to repeat at an extremely high frequency.

Qiao Xiu covered her ears and looked at Cheryl in front of her, ten seconds ago she could still listen to the first singing of the Wailing Banshee with a calm face, but at this moment the expression on Cheryl's face had begun to distort slightly.

The first ten seconds of this audio are just a banshee lady playing solo, and when it comes to the second paragraph, it directly becomes a chorus, or the kind of chorus of thousands of people.

The screams began to repeat at an extremely uncomfortable frequency, and when Qiao Xiu made this audio, it was no less than scratching his fingernails on the blackboard, which was terrifying.

"Stop!"

Cheryl had already begun to react with discomfort, just a normal woman wailing in her ear, Cheryl might be able to punch her and tell her to shut up.

But when it became thousands, and even tens of thousands kept repeating the same sound, there was only one thing Cheryl wanted to do......

It was the sharp sword that severed the necks of all the creatures present.

The inner turmoil stimulated the killing intent of the original Inquisitor Lady, when Qiao Xiu stopped the input of magic and let this eerie audio stop.

Cheryl had already covered her ears and retreated to the corner and sat down.

Judging by the twisted expression on her face, the side effects of the Inquisitor's power had filled her consciousness.

"I think you'll feel better if you eat these."

Qiao Xiu picked up some fruit on the desk and handed it to Cheryl, whose young body was trembling slightly in the corner.

The audio just now had seriously polluted her spirit.

"What the hell is going on with that voice......

Cheryl grabbed the fruit handed over by Qiao Xiu and didn't eat it, her mind was full of all kinds of cruel thoughts, and those malicious whispers kept ringing in her ears.

Having a nervous breakdown, Cheryl opened the magic web, and at the same time clicked on the Nolan Voice and the Spellcaster forum.

The soft and quiet singing voice from the frost elf Terrin, as well as some interesting comments and funny expressions on the Demon Web forum, made Cheryl feel a little happy and slowly recovered from her mental breakdown.

"I'm just repeating the sharp horns of a banshee, at a very short frequency."

"I... I don't want to hear it a second time. ”

This was Cheryl's only comment on the record just now, and after she ate the fruit handed over by Qiao Xiu, she reluctantly regained her body's intuition, and slowly stood up against the wall.

"The other Inquisitors won't want to hear it a second time, alas... If it weren't for the fact that there was a whole team of Holy Cults stationed in that church, maybe Miss Banshee would have been able to have a meal today. Qiao Xiu said.