Soul bearers tend to make the place around them their own realm in battle, not by deliberate behavior, but by a soul that is almost etched into their bones. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThey are good at trapping their opponents with various ghost formations, and then unleashing a fatal blow on the enemy with attacks that ordinary people can't imagine. What is certain is that for their opponents, they will never know which ghost god the soul bearer will use to put themselves to death at the last moment, because they have so many options.

The number of demonic formations summoned by Marcos has reached the extreme, whether it is the destroyable Kazan, the mind-eroding Purmon, or the all-devouring rakshasas. The surging ghost and god aura covered the entire area almost instantly, and indeed, no matter how many auxiliary methods there were, summoning the ghost and god formation would always be the most direct and effective way.

Zasit cursed, screaming and stepping back. Because the Rakshasa almost wiped out the entire soles of his feet, and then he sneezed, and it was Saya's formation that worked. The chill rose, as if it could freeze the blood in his body, and in a trance, Zasit heard a sad song, which was Sayya's mournful cry.

Marcus still didn't draw his sword, instead had a slightly uncertain expression on his face. Maffeo looked at him strangely, he usually didn't hesitate so much in battle, he didn't know what the other party was afraid of. But when he thought about it, he quickly understood. Marcos didn't want to kill Zasit, but most of his skills were aimed at putting the other party to death.

"Don't you have confidence in yourself?" asked Maffeo.

"No faith? That's not the best word for me. Marcos smiled wryly, then swung his sword at Zasit.

Zasit relied on his instinctive reaction to swing a fluctuation of fire at Marcos who was attacking him, which eased Marcos's speed and made him finally feel that he was no longer in the cold hell of the ice and snow. At one point, Saya was on the verge of freezing his head, and he felt like he could barely think.

Instead of dodging the flame fluctuations that were getting closer and closer to him, Marcos condensed the power of the demons and gods on the sword. Suddenly, the entire blade was enveloped in a black curtain, and then his sword let out a ghostly roar, and in the midst of black and red, he split the flame fluctuations in half.

When Zasit tried to raise his sword to block again, it was too late, and Marcos looked elusive with the blessing of Kaija. His form appeared for a moment, and then disappeared into the void. Under the influence of the ghosts and gods, Zasit wielded the heavy fiery red giant sword, which looked very cumbersome. Before he could even make a full arc, Marcos suddenly appeared beside him and put the knife around his neck. "You lost. ”

"Damn, I'll throw in the towel, I'll throw in the towel!" Zasit yelled, not caring if Taidao would cut his throat the next moment.

"Thank you for playing with me. Marcos removed the sword from his neck and suppressed all the ghosts and gods in range, and the place quickly calmed down.

Zasit on the ground in frustration, slamming her hand on her thigh in frustration. "Damn, something must have gone wrong, I shouldn't have lost to you. ”

"Maybe I'll be the one who loses next time. Marcos put the knife away.

"Hell, as a Yaksha hunter, I lost to my rivals. Zasit angrily put away his greatsword.

Marcos crouched down and looked at him, smiling. "Hey, we've never admitted to being Yaksha hunters, so we don't want to set our lives on these cursed guys. ”

Zasit glanced at him like a child, then spat on the ground beside him. "No matter what, you won, you can say whatever you want. ”

"Elegant Mr. Zasit, what shall we do now?" said Maffeo, who stepped forward and looked at him playfully with his arms folded.

"Fuck off, I don't know you!" Zasit waved his hand vigorously, as if he really didn't know the guy he had attacked a few minutes earlier.

Maffeo shrugged helplessly, "I'm fine, but I can't guarantee that my good brother won't do something out of the ordinary." ”

"He won't, but you're the real villain. Zasit's verbal attack was unexpected by Maffeo, and he didn't know why the other party would vent all his anger on himself after losing. The only thing that is certain is that the title makes him feel uncomfortable. "What did you say?"

Marcos immediately stopped Maffeo, who was furious and wanted to go up and beat Zasit, "Alright, man, now is not the time to do this. ”

"You're right, I won't beat you, I won't beat you......" Maffeo suppressed the anger in his heart, and took two steps back in a friendly gesture with his hands spread.

Zasit lay flat on the ground, his hands outstretched, as if overworked. "Now, you are free, and you can accomplish your great goals. ”

"Let's go, Maffeo, and we'll treat it as if it was an accident, an accident that hadn't happened. Marcos bypassed Zasit and followed a predetermined route to explore deeper. As he passed by Zasit's lying body, Maffeo gave him a middle finger, though it was not visible to him with his eyes closed.

The two had not yet taken ten steps forward when Zasett's voice sounded behind them. "Seriously, do you really know about the Yakshas?"

"Why do you ask?" asked Marcos looking back.

"I think you've wondered why these guys are so similar to humans, right?"

"Yes, we did. But as you can see, there are so many things on this continent that we haven't seen before, and it's impossible for us to get a more detailed understanding of a new thing that comes to us every moment. His words surprised Marcos slightly, and he had a vague sense that Zasit knew something.

Zasit stood up from the ground, "Do you know what kind of creature the Yaksha used to be, though I don't think you'd be too surprised to say it. ”

"Then speak up. Maffeo raised his hand and signaled that he had learned to judge the situation and no longer blindly vent his anger, which would not benefit either party.

"It was originally a creature blessed by the goddess of beauty, Venus, but then it broke a certain taboo, and these guys only knew who they were when they died. It's hard to imagine, isn't it? There's nothing sadder than a dead creature who knows who he really is, and what he exists for. ”

"So, there's a good chance that some of them were human before they broke the taboo, can I understand that?" Marcos asked.

"That's just the way it is. If you don't mind a guy who's been hostile to you before giving some warnings, then let me continue. Zasit spread his hands indifferently, as if what he was trying to say didn't matter.

"Go on, Zasit. ”

Zasit pointed behind the two of them, which didn't really represent the place behind them, but the whole area that didn't see sunlight all year round. "Go back, don't go head-to-head with the Yaksha, even I can't defeat him. It is the ruler of purgatory. ”

Marcos and Maffeo looked at each other and shrugged in unison. "Do you have any more detailed information about the Yaksha King?"

"What? Are you crazy? I told you not to try to fight it, that guy was the bravest warrior of the Blue Shinrikyo 100 years ago, but because he violated the canons, he was banished to purgatory, which is here. Zasit looked at him like a fool, but he didn't seem to realize that he had told the two of them more details.

"Thank you, Zasit, for the information. Marcos beckoned, then turned away with Maffeo.

Zasit's reflex arc could definitely circle the giant beast in the sky, and when the two of them were about to disappear from his field of vision, he shouted at the two of them, "You are sending them to death!"