Ten minutes later, the green nightingale flapped its wings, and it was long overdue. A petite and delicate woman quickly manifests herself in the air. :

She ruffled her hair, "It's done so quickly, I still want to play a little longer, it will be very painful to absorb this kind of rebellion with my physique, I don't know if it will bleed to death." ”

The "Witch Soul Reward" has been improved by me, and the toxicity has been reduced a lot, so take half of it first and see how it works. “

Helen blinked her eyes and drank three-quarters of the potion, and the blood vessels in her body began to protrude.

Clusters of sharp spikes appeared on her body that looked like black crystals.

Each spike resembled a worm's arthropod, a hundred legs, and her azure eyes were frozen.

Her pupils flashed with small eyes of hexagonal stars, and her whole body released a dark and rich light, and the piercing soul roar swept in all directions.

The invisible soul energy flew like a ghost, the tide of the sea rampant, and the nightingale's seven orifices began to bleed, which was an unbearable blow to the witch's soul.

Helen personally activated the spell, and the screaming sound of her soul quickly disappeared, and the powerful dark fluctuations turned into a thick black mist that poured into her body in a steady stream, and an evil and cold aura emanated from every corner of her body.

Her beautiful eyes began to return to normal, her mouth opened slightly, and she blew lightly, and the black demon flower healed the serious injuries in the nightingale's body.

The rest of the potion was handed to Nightingale's hand, "Take it, no problem." ”

The nightingale's pretty face showed a solemn expression, "Helen, it's incredible to fuse with a hundred-legged star worm, that's the legendary ancient witch worm.

The venom is said to be dozens of times that of the Soul Suppressor King Snake, and even a divine dragon can poison its venom to death. ”

Helen scratched the nightingale's nose: "Hurry up and drink, only when the witch is strong herself, can her fate be in our own hands, and she will not become a lamb to be slaughtered." “

Nightingale nodded, swallowing the foul-smelling liquid, her expression pained and her veins dilated to the limit.

Her gaze was glazed, and red blood kept pouring from the corners of her mouth. Falling down, bulging veins bulging beneath her skin.

The sharp pain made her body twitch involuntarily, and a hoarse whisper came out of her throat.

"Nightingale seemed to be in a coma, and the absorption of this potion was so painful that it tingled my soul. ”

Romeo frowned.

"The first absorption will be more difficult, and it will be over after a while. Without being tempered by thousands of tempers, how can the power of the soul be so easily improved. ”

Can this potion increase my soul strength? I need to gain strong soul power. “

"But your power attributes must be modified, and you know how to change them. Helen winked at him mischievously.

Romeo began to play dumbfounded: "The air here is so sticky, it's like a flowing fog, you see, my hair is blown wet.

Why don't we rebuild a concrete house, this wooden house is not moisture-proof at all. ”

Helen gave Romeo a blank look, stopped talking to him, and quietly stayed by the nightingale's side, comforting the nightingale.

The nightingale was already dead, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on her forehead, and a few fine beads of sweat shimmered golden in the sunset, and her body suddenly released its wings.

The wings spread out, obscuring almost the entire space, and the huge wings sent a whirlwind that whipped Helen's wizarding robes with the sound of hunting.

"Bisha, congratulations on your successful advancement, see that your transformation skills should reach the level of an intermediate witch, as long as you give full play to your talent as a "soul singer".

Your abilities will surpass that of a large number of witches of the same level, and you can control the minds of many people through voice hypnosis to make them do things for you willingly. ”

Helen suddenly smiled, and the conversation changed, "Your master is really lucky, with the help of the "soul singer", many things are like a tiger with wings·······

Romeo touched his head awkwardly and said, "No way, I'm just lucky." Bisa, thank you for your hard work, you go and rest for a while. As soon as dawn dawned, we set off. ”

Nightingale's face was extremely pale at the moment, and her bloodless lips trembled and she made a weak voice: "My body is too weak to have any extra strength to move." ”

Romeo immediately stepped forward, hugged her, and sent the girl downstairs to rest.

Helen followed behind him and laughed without saying a word, and Romeo gently put the nightingale on the bed, slitting his wrist, and the blood flowed like elixir into the nightingale's small mouth.

Her face quickly became rosy, and the flush on her face lingered for a long time.

"Master, can I always follow you in the future? I don't want to be separated from you. The nightingale whispered.

"Of course it's fine, but when you go back to the Academy of Magic, you can't stay with me in human form, you can only maintain the form of a bird, understand?"

"Hmm. The nightingale put her arms around Romeo's neck and nodded.

"Bisha, can your master let me use it?" Helen said lightly.

"Go and use it, but don't make too much noise, I still have to rest. “

Helen smiled softly and took Romeo's hand, and moments later, the two were already in the dark, damp basement.

The sight in front of me was as if from hell, with rows of weathered corpses nailed to the walls, some gouging out their eyes.

Some had their entire abdomen hollowed out, leaving only a few broken ribs.

Other limbs were all stripped off, and the twisted and deformed facial features were still frozen in the pain and fear of death, and the squeezed heads were almost a mass of debris in the staggered corpse pile.

Romeo smacked his tongue, Helen was young, how many people had to be killed, and witches were really not easy to mess with.

On the other row of wooden shelves are hundreds of human and alien skulls, arranged in descending order of size and appearance.

The pale blue solution soaks the brain tissue of the human body, and the faint blue light resembles a ghost fire in a graveyard, symbolizing death and cold light.

Long, dense black whiskers danced in these closed containers, and the sharp-toothed mouthparts devoured the muddy white brains and nerve fibers of humans, making a clattering sound like sawing wood.

On the other side, like a human slaughterhouse, the cold metal countertop was littered with minced meat, stumps, saturated with plasma, intestines, and broken bones.

The floors, the walls, and even the "wall panels" were covered with a thick layer of solidified dark red, dried black blood.

In one corner of the basement lay a large iron cage, in which was held a frail young man, dressed in tattered robes, with bare feet and iron shackles on his wrists and ankles.

The flesh on the ankle has completely festered, and the white bones are faintly visible, and it looks like it has been locked up here for a long time.

As soon as he saw Romeo, a smile finally appeared on the young man's bloodstained face, "It's a pity, you're going to die here soon, Lord Almighty, why don't you judge this evil witch."

I will pour holy water on this woman's graceful body, turn her into an ugly monster beyond recognition, crucify her with a cruel and cold torture instrument, and then turn her into charcoal inch by inch in the flames. “

"Helen, this child has attacked you with such vicious language. It's better to kill it, if you can't bear to do it, I'll help you solve it. Romeo said coldly.