Chapter Seventy-Eight: Magic Comes from the Soul
After closing the eyes, everything in the vortex no longer affects anyone who gets it. The whirlpool is just a pathway, and all the scenes are illusory, and there is no substance.
Maybe it was a long time, or maybe it was just a moment, but Rosier heard the familiar sound of the heel "popping" in her ears, and she opened her eyes.
However, the scenery in front of her was so shocking that she forgot for a moment where she was and what she was doing here, even if it was the strange space they had walked in before, it would not be as strange as this place.
The whole space in front of you, overhead, in front of you, and under your feet, is full of flowing and bizarre colors, but you can distinguish the veins in it. In such an environment, she couldn't tell how high and how deep the space was.
And in the center of the field of vision, the one that occupies people's attention the most, is a creature that looks like a dragon.
Rossiel nervously clenched the weapon in her hand, the dragon did not look good.
"I thought it was just the fools of the church talking about it, but I didn't expect Roseos to come up with such a thing." Rhine, on the contrary, did not feel the slightest nervousness, and walked leisurely towards the dragon, "It seems that the gods have also made mistakes. Although the dragon's soul was reset and scattered to different creatures, the resentment was attached to the dragon's soul and was not completely washed away. β
Although the others did not understand what the mercenaries were talking about, it did not prevent them from straining their nerves and preparing for the battle that could come at any time.
"So Rossos has been trying to 'leave the soul' all along, and if someone's consciousness can be completely washed away, it means that he does not have a 'dragon soul', and such a body can be used for something else - such as 'resurrecting' a scum like Mayvotos."
She stopped less than fifty meters in front of the dragon, then turned around and walked leisurely around it.
"If someone's consciousness resists and does not admit defeat until the end, and still retains their memories, it means that this person's soul is either very strong or has a 'dragon soul'."
With her footsteps, the space seemed to tremble as well. But Reins only sneered twice and did not stop herself.
"Rossos wants to extract these souls, and of course, this is the most effective. But they found that the souls given to humans by the Creator God were not strong, but they were surprisingly resilient in some ways. Only the gods have the means to strip the 'dragon soul' from the human soul, but Rossos can't do it himself. Therefore, Rossos imprisoned and brutally treated those who possessed the 'Dragon Soul', accumulating their resentment to stimulate the resentment of the 'Dragon Soul' in his body. ββ
Rhines walked slowly around the dragon and finally returned to the place where it had been, the head of the dragon.
"If you want to carry the breath of the goddess, you need a platform of corresponding quality." Rhines looked thoughtfully at the huge creature in front of her, "I'm afraid that ordinary hedron can't continue to affect the goddess for thousands of years...... No, needless to say, a thousand years, not even a day can bear it. β
The black "dragon" in front of him faintly showed signs of imminent awakening, but the mercenary was still unhurried, and even had to get close to it.
"It's really pitiful, the dragon clan that was once more proud than the gods was used as a container by a bunch of scum with filthy souls, if the dragon clan still has consciousness, I'm afraid that they will be angry to death, it is better to let the creation god destroy it back then."
Reines's hand was about to touch its head, as if remembering something, and suddenly withdrew it, stepping back to his companion.
"Using Traresson's space to isolate the anomalous aura, the people of Roseos are very bold. It's a pity that the aura that is not controlled by the gods themselves is not something that can be closed in this level of space. The mercenary's expression became frighteningly cold, "After all, 'Fili' is not a source of world magic of the exploration type, and it was only after seeing this dragon that he used the magic power of its origin to figure out what was going on." β
As soon as she finished speaking, countless ice blades appeared around Rheins, blocking blades that came from nowhere, and at the same time, they attacked the sneak attacker mercilessly.
"In that case, this is really an important place." Reins rearranged the circle of attack in the vacancy with ease, "Actually let the guy with the number guard this place?" Let me guess what number you areβ"
The owner of the blade stood across from her, a childish face with a grim look that did not match her lovely appearance. Her bare skin had been cut through several cuts by the ice blade, and blood was constantly flowing, but she didn't seem to care.
"I've heard that one of the numbered individuals succeeded in fusing a 'special' 'gift', and because of the effect of that 'gift', he was brought back to continue the experiment, and only after confirming that the effect could not be applied to other people, did Roseos put the experiment into use."
The mercenary stared directly at the petite girl in front of him, and there was no pity in her bright red eyes.
"You're a numbered member of your own, so do you say you're an experiment?" The girl opened her mouth meanly, and her sweet voice couldn't suppress her cold and dark tone, "I don't think of myself as a human being, but I can get along with those fake moral families, your acting skills are really outstanding." β
Reins raised an eyebrow, not taking this level of provocation to heart at all.
"The body stays in the naΓ―ve stage, and even the mind stops growing?" She pretended to be surprised and said, "I really didn't expect you to be so rude when you are older than me." β
The "girl" stared at Reins with a gloomy face, and behind her, several masked men in white came out, each staring at Reinss and his party, as if they would be bitten fiercely if they were not careful.
"With that, our goal is clear." Reins took the scythe in her hand and spun it around, pointing it at Roses's men, "Dispose of Miss 11 and the minions behind her, and deal with the big guy who looks like a dragon." β
"Arrogance!" Number 11 yelled angrily, "You were just lucky enough to be the first to fuse Fili's 'gift'!" Don't think you have a lot of real skills! β
Number 11 raised the blade in his hand, and an invisible ripple swung from the dragon's body. There was a change in the space that only Reins and Biankom seemed to notice.
"Isolate the intersection of magic?" The silver-haired mercenary commented with interest, "And it has temporarily severed the connection between the world's source of magic power and this space. β
"And it's able to cut it off from you." Number 11's eyes gleamed with hatred and pride, "Without 'Fili', you're nothing-"
The words of the "girl" were abruptly interrupted, and her eyes were wide and she could not make a sound no matter how hard she tried.
"Huh? I'm everything- what's wrong? β
Ambiguous whispers came from her ears to her brain, and 11 felt the almost suffocating force coming from her neck after 11. She struggled to turn her head, but felt an object next to her neck that was too sharp to ignore, emitting a life-threatening cold.
"Oh, I forgot, so you can't speak."
The force on her neck was only slightly relaxed, not enough for her to break free.
"You-bastard-"
"Well, you'd better keep your mouth shut."
The mercenary grinned and pinched the fragile neck, and with her other hand pulled out a rope specially made by the Church to capture prisoners, neatly binding Number 11's hands.
She let go of the girl, who looked almost fainting, and kicked her from behind and stomped on her heart before the latter jumped up to fight back.
"You want to kick me, right? Can't think of it, right? Reins leaned down and roughly shifted Number 11's face from the direction in which it was buried in the ground to the side of the ground, "But you're too weak. Do you know why you are number 11? Because your 'gift' is useless, it reverses your physical age and stops your physical development, so you can no longer master the essence of battle, because you don't have that kind of physical fitness. β
Rossiel and her team had already engaged the men of Rossos while the mercenaries had held 11 hostage, and with the assistance of Kirde, the situation on the two sides, which had been equal in numbers, was significantly skewed.
"Hate me, huh? Because I just 'coincidentally' combined with the most useful gift, I was able to be valued, I didn't have to continue to be experimented on, I could go out on missions, and even get out of Roseos. β
Reins crushed No. 11's back with the heel of her shoe, in exchange for the latter's painful scream.
"Don't think I don't know, 11." She smiled coldly, admiring the face distorted by pain, "How many stumbling blocks did you secretly use this position to make others when Roseos thought your 'bounty' was still useful?" Those fools who are kind enough to give a little bit of treatment to other experiments are sued by you. β
The "girl" lying on the ground glared at her viciously, not feeling that there was anything wrong with her.
"Don't talk, it's annoying to listen to." Reins stomped her hard again, interrupting her unspoken words, "With your skills, you still want to fight me?" Even if I can't use any magic, you're no match for me. β
Reins had condensed an earthy yellow ball in her hand that wasn't holding the scythe, and she sneered and threw it at Number 11's back. The moment it touches Nineteen, it unfolds into a complete cover, trapping Ones1 in it.
"You think I can't use magic without Fili?" She sarcastically asked, "What a fool who doesn't know how to use magic, according to your idea, how should those who are not favored by the world's magic source use magic?" Magic comes from the soul, and the world's source of magic is only auxiliary, you idiot. β
Number 11's face contorted once more in the light of magic.