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After being hit by this thing, Oviera, who was originally protected by spells all over her body and whose physical state had been raised to a level of almost perverted, froze suddenly, and then let out a mad roar.

The roar was heart-rending, as if someone had sawed her in half, but it was not enough to describe her pain, which was not from the body, but from the spirit, from her soul.

Her connection with God was forcibly severed.

The Orcs are a wonderful race, a race of devout believers, young and old, even newborn babies.

This is because their souls have been manipulated when they were created, and no matter how the bloodline is passed down from generation to generation, and how the children and grandchildren are multiplied from generation to generation, their souls already have a belonging, as if they were labeled as commodities - someone once experimented to isolate a group of newborn orc babies from the entire orc society, so that they could grow up without any occult knowledge at all, but as their intelligence grew, they naturally awakened to their belief in the orc gods.

Of course, this situation is not absolute, and in the growth of orcs, sometimes there will be various reasons to break free from the "label" on the soul. In this case, their appearance remains the same, and their beliefs do not change. But the temperament of the whole person will be completely different, and it will become recognizable at a glance.

The same is true of many orc hybrids. Their appearance is not much different from that of pure-blooded orcs, and many of them also believe in the gods of the orc gods. But anyone with a little experience can clearly distinguish them from the orcs.

It's a strange feeling, like when you walk into a supermarket, and all kinds of products are clearly priced, and many of them are marked with the origin and manufacturer, and a lot of other information - the soul of the orcs is like that. And those "three-no products" that do not have a "price" are commonly referred to as "half-orcs".

The difference between orcs and half-orcs is not in blood, not in appearance. It's about the "label" on the soul.

In orc society, half-orcs are discriminated against. They often have to make greater contributions, achieve greater achievements, have stronger force, and accumulate more wealth in order to be able to get the same treatment as ordinary orcs. And those really important positions—high priests, for example—can only be orcs, not half-orcs.

As a high-ranking priestess, Orvia is undoubtedly an orc, but when she is struck by a special magic cast with demonic soul extract, the power derived from the demon's chaotic nature seems to turn into a wall. blocked the faith passage between her and the god she believed in, the "King of Iron Hoof", temporarily cutting off this originally unobstructed passage.

For ordinary priests and priests, this is nothing, nothing more than the temporary inability to cast spells. But for the orcs. The passage of faith is truncated, which means that the "label" on the soul disappears for the time being.

At this moment, she felt her soul fluttering and helpless. It was like a dead leaf that had been crushed by a tornado before it could hit the ground, it was like standing naked in the lava and being burned to charred ashes in an instant, and it was like falling into the cold depths of the sea. Countless pieces of ice were moved......

No! It's a million times scarier than that! It's indescribable!

If it were an ordinary orc, it might be able to resist this terrifying feeling with its will. But Ovira was a high priest. Her connection to the gods was far closer than that of ordinary orcs, and the pain was even worse after being cut off by the blasphemous runes.

Ovira howled violently, completely losing her fighting spirit.

Her pain didn't last long, Qiao Xiu leaned forward, picked up the harpoon, and stabbed a fork through her chest, straight to the heart.

In just an instant, the high-ranking priest died, and the soul that was supposed to go to the realm of the centaur god was still affected by the blasphemy rune, floating in the air and screaming.

Although this situation would not last long, and the profanity rune would be invalid after a few seconds, Qiao Xiu's eyes lit up and he keenly seized the opportunity.

"Imprison her soul!"

Frost was a little puzzled, and he didn't understand why Qiao Xiu said this, but he remembered his sister's explanation before leaving, "Qiao Xiu, that guy is very cunning and has a lot of adventure experience, when you are not sure what to do, just do what he says", so he immediately took out a sapphire and cast a spell to capture the soul of Ovila, who was still screaming in a daze, and imprisoned him inside.

"What do you want this for?" he had time to ask, "This gem is not cheap, if you put it in the soul, it will be scrapped, and it will not be sold for a price." ”

Qiao Xiu was almost choked by his words, and said with a wry smile: "Don't ask me for money, I can't afford this gem!"

"Forget it, let's go to the public funds for reimbursement. Frost quickly found a way to make up for his losses, "This is war expenses, and public funds should be used!"

After solving this important problem, he suddenly felt much more relaxed, and asked Qiao Xiu why he wanted to imprison Ovira's soul.

Qiao Xiu seized the opportunity to get down to business and explained to him.

In general, the Void Masquerade Church currently has an extremely weak talent pool, and there are hardly many masters who can handle it. And a strong person like Owira, even if he only has a soul left, has great value in his own right - His Majesty Void Mask has the incredible ability to create a physical body out of thin air, and with this ability, he can completely recreate a physical body for Ovila, which is only stronger than the previous physical body.

"But her faith can't be solved, right?"

"On the issue of faith, I believe that Your Majesty will also have a way. Qiao Xiu smiled and said, "Although there is no evidence, I always feel that our majesty is actually very powerful, and he is simply omnipotent." The reason He couldn't do a lot of things was that he didn't really try to do them. ”

Frost pondered for a moment and nodded solemnly.

"Anyway, the wasted gems are also reimbursed with public funds. It doesn't hurt to try. ”

With public money to cover, it's easy for a duo with completely different priorities to reach a consensus. They cleaned up Ovila's body. Cleaned up the traces of the battlefield, and then flew back again.

"Blasphemy runes are a good thing!" after they reverted back to "Uncle and Nephew of the Traveling Merchant". Qiao Xiu couldn't help but sigh, "A powerful high-level priest is just like that! It's as easy as killing a chicken!"

"Each scroll costs four hundred gold coins, and each spell costs two thousand gold coins, not counting the value of the Demon Soul Essence - that can't be bought at all. Frost raised her eyebrows, "If you count the Demon Soul Essence as five thousand gold coins, it adds up to seven thousand four hundred gold coins...... It's just the cost. ”

"Haha......" Qiao Xiu couldn't help but smile bitterly, "With this money, it's more convenient to find a few killers to help......

Anyway. Their assassination plan got off to a good start, albeit with a bit of a.

And in the western part of the Wilderness Empire, in the "Western Wilderness" region near the Great Desert, Steele is also using her methods to achieve her goals.

The stout bear-man let out a roar of exhaustion, his huge eyes were wide open, his nose made a sound like a saliva, his muscles tensed, and beads of sweat rolled down his granite muscles, completely soaking the bed beneath him.

It took about a second or two. His body suddenly went completely limp, and he gasped for breath as if he had just been in a fierce battle.

"Well done, not bad!" said Steele grinned. Lying on top of him, "But, are you satisfied with that?"

"I ...... I can still ......."

"Hmm. Of course you can~"

A moment later, the sound of flesh colliding and wet splashing water sounded again. The bearman's growl and Steele's coquettish grin were mixed in.

The next morning, the servant was horrified to find out. The first master of the orcs in the Western Wilderness, the fourth member of the main priesthood of the orc god "Sky Swallowing Dog" Church, the legendary powerhouse "Roaring Iron Arm" Belen Silas, died in his bed.

There was not a single scar on his body, let alone any signs of poisoning or curse. The priests and priests of the church examined his body carefully and came to an awkward conclusion.

The cause of death of this strong man was overindulgence.

It wasn't that the succubus had absorbed the power of life, nor was it the night witch who had sucked away the essence, his body was still intact, his muscles were still strong, and the powerful power was still full of power in his body.

He really just overindulged, which led to a serious overdraft, and finally exhausted his strength and died of exhaustion.

This way of dying was simply humiliating and became the laughing stock of the entire Western Wilderness for a while.

One of the highest-ranking big men under the command of the lord of the orcs, the supreme powerhouse who can fight and kill dragons empty-handed, actually exhausted himself to death because he couldn't control his lower body!

There are also many people who are curious...... What kind of superb woman can make this peerless powerhouse, who has lived for nearly 500 years and has seen a lot of things, so excited that she even forgot the state of her body and has been "diligent" until she died?

"It would be nice to spend the night with that woman!" exclaimed a young adventurer in a tavern.

The older companion beside him laughed and scolded: "Don't talk nonsense! Lord Silas is tired to death, just your small body, and you will die in the middle of the night, okay?"

"Alas, if I can die in the belly of such a woman, my life will not be in vain!"

"That's all you have to offer!"

"Don't you want to?"

"I have a wife and children, why should I find another woman?"

"Hey...... Last time, who mysteriously led me to the Void Mask Playground, and said that the Church of the God of Joy had built a high-end brothel over there, and there was a 'Great Sword' project, which should not be missed......"

"Don't don't, don't, don't say this! Your sister-in-law will be miserable when she hears me!"

"So, next time you're in for a treat?"

“...... I have no money. ”

"Didn't you make a lot of money last mission?"

"Don't mention it......"

Listening to the conversation over there, a pink pig who had used a spell to hide his figure and cowered in a half-asleep corner smiled slightly, triumphant. (To be continued.) )