Chapter 12: The Soul Source

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Condensed turned his head, just in time to see a holy magician pierced through the intestines by several black arrow feathers, nailed to the top of the stone cliff. That was a very powerful high-level misty master, and his dedication and exploits for Fog City were already very worthy of the people of Fog City to worship him as a god. But now, he died here very tragically and helplessly. The last words of his life were a prayer for Condensement: May the God of Fog be with Condensed, and may the God of Fog bless Fog City through this difficult time!

It was as if she had heard his voice, and in her heart, the blood of loss and fear flowed.

It was a sudden war, which caught everyone off guard, and the border spies assigned by Fog City and the Holy Magicians who monitored the military movements in the outer city were suddenly all gone, and then the Night Division and the Storm Division swept in like a flood, completely destroying the powerful and ancient city.

Although Fog City does not like war, its strength is second only to Holy Light City and Water City. Over the past thousand years since the establishment of the Dark Night City, there have been hundreds of challenges to the Fog City, but they were all defeated by the Fog City without exception, the last battle was more than seventy years ago, that time the Fog City even counterattacked the Holy Capital of the Night City, and was shocked that the Holy Emperor of the Night City at that time knelt down and surrendered, and compensated the Fog City with a lot of money to avoid the disaster of destroying the city.

But this time the outcome was reversed.

The strength of the Holy Magicians in each city is rated by the Holy Light City, and the Holy Light City will also announce the strength status of other cities to all cities, and for many years, Night City has been at the bottom of the strength ranking among the seven cities, and Wind City is second to Fog City. With such a comparison of strength, I can't figure out how Fog City could be defeated so completely, and it can almost be said that there is no power to fight back. In the battle with the other party, Condensation gradually felt the clues, and the strength of the other party was not at the same level as what the Holy Light City had announced before. Holy Light City will definitely not make up false information indiscriminately, especially the current Holy Emperor of Holy Light City, Mondeos, is Ye Lingxin's eldest brother, and he also takes great care of Fog City, so there is no reason to harm Fog City.

There are now only a dozen or so high-level saint magicians left in the more than a hundred mist masters, all of them are covered in bruises, and their physical strength is exhausted, if it weren't for the support of the belief of "protection condensed into the territory of Holy Light City", they are afraid that they would have fallen long ago. Now they only think in their eyes: it is not far away, as long as they enter the territory of Holy Light City, Fog City can be saved. Because all along, no outsider dared to make a mistake in the Holy Light City.

Passing through the woods, there is an open meadow, and I know that the other end of the meadow is the famous Long River, and on the other side of the river is the boundary of the Holy Light City, as long as you reach the edge of the river, you can get rid of the pursuers. But as soon as the terrain opened up, it became easier for the enemy to pursue them. They split up and encircled them, chasing them and attacking them with holy arts. If the fog masters do not resist, they will inevitably be injured or even killed, and once they counterattack, they will reduce their speed, and they will definitely die. It looked like they couldn't reach the riverbank safely.

Condensed to understand that it was difficult for him to have a chance to reach the other side without experiencing a vicious battle today, and he only hoped that Solandi had arrived in the Holy Light City.

The enemy has managed to gather, forming a circle, gradually narrowing the area, trapping them inside. The Night Masters conjured up regional darkness in the encirclement, and the absolute darkness made the Misty Masters instantly "blind", and the Storm Masters turned the wind conjured by the Holy Arts into extremely thin and sharp arrows, shuttling back and forth in the dark realm. When he heard the screams, he panicked, and there was nothing he could do about it. She conjured up the holy weapon [Hidden Spirit], a huge white eagle feather, and with a strong swing, a string of thick fog rolled away, tearing the darkness in half, and the wind arrows were all repulsed by this blow. She looked at the corpse of her companion on the ground, and felt a pang in her heart, and there were only nine high-level mist masters alive around her.

Condensed glanced at them and nodded vigorously. Condensed both hands held the feather stem of the hidden spirit, placed it on his chest, and released a large amount of white mist in the blink of an eye. The storm masters were originally going to sit back and wait to die, and seeing that the other party was already at the end of their crossbows, they were somewhat contemptuous, but at this moment, the situation suddenly reversed, and they couldn't help but panic, knowing that the other party was already fighting the trapped beast.

The fog master's vision will not be affected by the holy magic mist, unless it is the same kind of holy mage master who is many times stronger than themselves to release the fog to deal with them, otherwise, no matter how strong the concentration is, they can clearly see everything in front of them. Nine high-level fog masters constantly manipulated the fog into various sharp weapons, shuttling back and forth in the fog at an extremely fast speed.

The condensation that was already close to prostration could not maintain such a large area of the Mist Array, but the willpower that erupted at the most critical time was amazing, not to mention, there were nine high-level Mist Masters helping her maintain it.

Suddenly, screams continued to be heard in the fog. Those high-level saint magicians may still be able to use their keen senses to dodge and resist the mist attack, but how can those intermediate or lower level saint magicians have the strength to resist this terrifying attack.

Because the strength of this mist array was too strong, the high-level mist masters finally collapsed due to exhaustion. With each fall of the Mist Master, the Mist Array weakened by one layer. Gradually, the concentration of the fog also decreased a lot, and the feather arrows flying and shuttling were significantly less. The trapped Stormmasters also gradually sensed this, and immediately launched a counterattack, teaming up to create a hurricane and fight to blow the fog away.

When all the fog had cleared, the last of the high-level foggers fell down reluctantly. In his eyes that he failed to close, he condensed despair, a despair of victory. They shouted "victory" in their mouths, but they also knew in their hearts that it was no longer possible. Condensed looked at the sky in disappointment, and she found that the whole world had turned red, blood-red. Or, her eyes were bloodshot, and her soul was already red with blood.

Her physical strength was no longer enough to maintain the existence of the holy weapon, and looking at the slowly approaching enemy, Condensed suddenly drew the dagger at her waist and rushed over, hoping to kill one more enemy.

Seeing such a beautiful sorcerer brandishing a dagger like a madman trying to find someone, the enemy's surprise instantly turned to ridicule. The ridicule pierced the condensed heart, and she knew that she was now like a clown, not a saint sorcerer whom everyone admired. She suddenly wanted to plunge the dagger into her heart. At this moment, a crisp and beautiful voice sounded in her already hazy mind.

"Why die?"

Condensed was startled, turned her head to look at the source of the sound, and saw a beautiful girl, standing next to the forest, smiling at herself with her watery eyes. She is dressed in a white gown, like a fairy in the sky, and her innocent, cute expression makes her feel like a goddess symbolizing peace. Especially that kind of indescribable laughter, as if it can bring confidence and hope to others.

The others also noticed that this girl could have such a person in this cruel battlefield, and he was still very calm, and he had to arouse their suspicions.

This is the junction of the three great cities of Fog City, Holy Light City and Water City, this girl still behaves naturally in the face of such a scene, and she must be a very powerful holy magician. If she was from the Holy Light City, and she was here to save Condensed, then this matter would be in trouble. The Night Master and the Storm Master all looked at the girl with worried faces.

"I really don't understand why people who are alive always think that they will die. And what about the dying people, who are struggling to survive?" her voice sounded as if there was a strange allure, and even the condensation was unconsciously fascinated.

"Why don't I dedicate a song to you, so that you can understand before you die that it is actually a beautiful thing to be alive. As she spoke, a yaoqin appeared in front of her. Yaoqin was in front of her, she played lightly with her jade fingers, the sound of the piano was sewling, and the elegant and beautiful melody was refreshing.

The melody changes all the time, sometimes sad, sometimes pleasant, sad and sad, and very happy when it is happy. Condensed and found that everyone's expressions looked very demented, and they all dazed to appreciate the melody played by the girl. But soon she noticed something unusual, these people's thoughts, or souls, were controlled by the girl. At this time, they are like walking corpses, without souls, and without life.

"Well, this holy artifact of mine is good, it's called the soul source. You can control and destroy other people's souls. The girl smiled and looked at the condensed, "Besides, there is no upper limit to the number of controls." ”

Condensed was so shocked that he couldn't say a word. She really had never heard of such strength, even the former Ye Lingxin did not have the strength to control other people's souls. Even the legendary Soul Charm can only temporarily distract or faint, and it can only be used on two people at the same time, and it can only be succeeded by sneaking up on the opponent when they are defenseless, and it is useless in actual combat. After all, saint magicians are different from ordinary people, how can they be so easily tricked by the little tricks of the dementor.

But the girl in front of her controls the souls of all the holy magicians at the same time, and this is a completely different feeling from soul magic.

The rhythm of the melody is getting faster and faster, and the light sound is full of murderous atmosphere, making people feel as if they are in the middle of a battlefield. Condensed felt his breath speed up with the melody. What she didn't imagine was that those holy magicians were fighting each other. And they all exerted all their strength, and they all gave a ruthless hand, as if they would not stop until they put others to death.

Condensed couldn't believe that this girl, who had persuaded others to survive just now, was so terrifying. If I face such an opponent, how to deal with it, this idea also arises spontaneously. But as a result, she couldn't think of any other possibility than death.

It wasn't until the last person fell that the girl stopped playing, and the soul source disappeared.

She slowly walked up to Condensed, and Condensed felt her heart contract.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. The girl's face returned to an angelic smile. But condensed at this moment will never take that as a smile of peace again.

"Who are you?" Condensed couldn't help but ask out loud.

The girl looked at her pupils that were dilated by fear, and said softly, "My name is Yuki!"