"Now comes the most important step, Brother Faustus, look closer. Squealer snapped out as he picked up Faust's severed finger and began to recite the words.

His move intrigued Faust. You know, psionic energy, unlike witchcraft, contains almost no incantations, and this psionic ability clearly violates this law.

Generally speaking, abilities that defy ordinary laws have wonderful effects proportional to their unbelievable degree. Faust had the same expectation of the effects of this psychic power.

"This psychic power was invented by an elder of the Brotherhood and also my teacher, and its name is 'Lesser Creation of Life'. Squealer finished the incantation and took time to explain Faust, his tone full of pride and awe.

"Be careful, it's about to come into play. Squealer reminded. Faust was a little confused - could this spell still cause damage?

In the next second, Faust understood the meaning of the warning. The omen brought by this psionic energy is far stronger than any of the previous ones, so strong that it is doubtful that the omen itself is the effect of this psionic energy, and the so-called inferior creation of life is nothing more than a by-product.

The world before Faust's eyes was like a painting, which was now being rolled up, crumpled, and then opened and shaking. Everything in front of him was shattered, the colors of the scenery were extracted, the outlines were distorted, and only chaotic lines and cloudy patches of color remained in his vision.

Then there was hearing, and Faust heard a murmur in his ears, which at first resembled the sound of radio waves, but soon changed its appearance. The new sound is both rich and sharp, almost combining the shortcomings of the roar of the machine and the scraping of glass.

The nightmarish signs weren't over yet, followed by smell, taste, touch, and finally even Faust's psionic senses were thrown into chaos – his whole world collapsed.

I don't know how long it took for Faust to slowly regain his consciousness. When he opened his eyes, the world around him was exactly the same as he remembered, even the drops of blood that John splattered were exactly the same as before, and the horrible signs seemed to exist only in Faust's midnight dreams.

But Faust knew it was all true, and the proof was Squealer's state - he looked terrible, sweat almost soaking his gray robes, and the few strands of white hair that were already scarce were clinging listlessly to his scalp. There was snot and tears on that ravine old face—it took Faust a long time to distinguish the mixed tears, sweat, and snot.

Then Faust realizes that he is like this - and even worse, Squealer is not only a manifester, but also a more advanced psychic than Faust.

Normally, anomalies do not affect the Manifest, with the obvious exception of this Psionic Ability, but the Manifester is still immune to some of the effects - this is normal, the power of the Psionic comes from within, so with the exception of some self-destructive madmen, everyone will subconsciously open up to themselves.

Faust didn't think long before Squealer excitedly pointed out a small object to him, "Look! this is the psionic entity we created...... He's—he's so beautiful......" Squealer was clearly in some kind of frenzy.

Faust followed his gaze, and in the pool of John's blood was a small monster lying on his stomach, greedily licking the half-congealed blood, at first, smaller than the half of Faust's contribution, but soon it seemed to be inflated, the size of a fist, and it continued to grow.

Faust scoffs at Squealer's claims and expresses sincere contempt for his aesthetic - this little monster is not only not beautiful, he is not even ugly.

It was a completely deformed monster that appeared to mimic a brain, but apparently less successfully, resembling a dirty pink, fungus-covered potato.

On the front of the little monster, there is a one-eyed one-eyed with a round mouthpart under the one-eye, and no teeth, which causes him to only use that elongated tongue to ingest some liquid food. Directly above the one-eyed, there is also a blue wart, which jumps and jumps, and looks extremely disgusting.

Around this hideous and rudimentary face, there was a circle of tentacles of irregular thickness and length, and they twitched indiscriminately, barely providing any mobility, so the monster could only lie on its side on the ground, stretching out its long tongue to lick the blood on the ground.

"Tens of thousands of experiments, this is the first time, the first time we've created it, a substitute for a soul-substitute!" Squealer barely managed to regain his rational thoughts, but his voice was still too agitated to tremble uncontrollably.

"This little monster can replace John? I don't think he has any intelligence. Faust was skeptical, and although John was not extremely intelligent, he was undoubtedly a mature and wise man, and no matter how he thought about it, he could not be replaced by this stupid monster.

There was one more thing he didn't say - what you had tried tens of thousands of times without success, and you dared to use it to execute such an important plan? Maybe your so-called opponent was just a sane person. Faust even despised all those who delved into the magic of language.

Squealer waved his hand to signal Faust to settle down, and he smiled, "Brother Faustus, you just have to wait and see a miracle." ”

Faust didn't say anything more—he wanted to see how far the little monster could go.

I saw that this soul monster frantically sucked the blood from the ground, and in a short time it grew to the size of a human head - his growth rate was completely disproportionate to the amount of food he ate, as if his diet had only some kind of symbolic meaning.

His size doesn't get any bigger, and it seems like that's the limit of his size. After growing, the Soul Substitute began to change its appearance again.

The wart on his one-eyed was topped by a whisker on the front end, hanging directly in front of the one-eye, the wart had become transparent like a droplet, and the front end of the whisker had gradually transitioned from dirty pink to transparent, and a few blood vessels poked into the transparent wart from the pink part, which made the soul substitute look a lot more beautiful.

In the anglerfish-like lantern, a small human face was suspended, surrounded by several blood vessels, one of which even passed through the hollow eye socket. The face was so abstract that it could almost be said to be a common human facial feature.

As if the blood was no longer enough for the soul monster, he licked a few more bites, and finally gave up on the poor-tasting food. He rolled his eyes, looking for his next big meal.

Soon, he discovered that the puddle of gray-white stuff was John's brain.

The soul monster struggled to move over to eat, but his body structure was obviously not suitable for movement, and he struggled for dozens of seconds, except for the increased frequency of tentacle twitching, he didn't even move forward an inch at all.

He struggled as if he would starve to death if he couldn't eat John's brain. As the soul substitute struggled, the warts on his head flickered like a light bulb that had not been touched well.

Finally, after a violent struggle, the light bulb lit up completely, a cloudy white light, like the color of a human brain.

As if the light provided new power, the substitute spirits staggered to their feet. He went up and down, and didn't seem to be used to flying - but he didn't want to fly, and as soon as he could move, he flew at John's brain.

Faust frowned—the sucking sound of sucking brains for the soul monster was too disgusting to accept without revealing it.

As he ate, the face in his wart materialized, as if a painter were continuing to paint on it—a portrait of John.

When the brains were licked away, John's portrait was completely completed, almost the same as when he was alive.

After burping the soul monster, he turned with difficulty, facing Faust and Squealer, and said in John's voice, "Mr. Faustus, teacher, what are your orders?"