【Western Aslan Empire・Grante・Cross Corridor】

Therea stood around the corner of the hallway, and there was no movement in the empty hallway.

The silver messenger standing in the corner was silent in the shadows, with a ghostly aura. They looked like lifeless sculptures, and if they hadn't been deliberately looking, they wouldn't have noticed that in this cross corridor, four silver messengers stood quietly.

The tall but narrow cloister space was always filled with the faint blue light of the burning fires in the alcoves, and no one knew what the flames relied on to burn, and no one had ever seen anyone change the oil or the source of combustion in the alcoves. The fire has been burning continuously for hundreds of years, so that this deep underground, which should be pitch black, has always been shrouded in the blue-gray cold light of the early morning light.

Neon has been escorted back to the Hidden Mountain Palace under the leadership of the Tiange Emissary.

Therea hadn't left yet, and her mind was in turmoil. A few hours earlier, his life had been nearly lost at the hands of the man who seemed to be like an orange lightning, and now he had become his own apostle. Once an erodeer, he now has another eroder as his apostle. Fate looks somewhat ridiculous at this moment. The fate of the Eroder was supposed to be to smash and defeat the corrupt and backward clumsy inheritance of the Apostle of the Prince, but now he has become an existence that was ridiculed and despised at the beginning.

Treya looked up at the closed stone door on her right, the Netherworld hadn't come out yet.

Therea was a faint worry in her heart, just now on that snowy field, she had witnessed the terrifying power of the two conjoined sisters, it was a kind of weirdness that was completely contrary to human common sense, that kind of inaudible sound, more terrible than all the terrifying sounds in the world combined, the sound of fingernails scratching the mirror, the sound of a silver spoon scraping the bottom of a bowl, the sound of tinnitus in the dead silence...... All the uncomfortable sounds are not as good as the inaudible but real sounds.

The silence of the hallway was broken by the sound of a heavy stone door opening. The sound of chaotic footsteps came, and the slender figure of the Netherworld, wrapped in a pitch-black robe, appeared in Treya's sight.

Behind the Netherworld, followed by four silver messengers, they worked in pairs, carrying two huge black wooden boxes, which looked like coffins, but were much smaller than coffins.

They followed in silence behind the Netherworld, their steps surprisingly in unison.

A faint smell of blood wafted to the tip of Treya's nose, with a disgusting sweetness.

"In the box is ...... The two of them?" Treya looked at the dark red plasma oozing from the cracks in the wood of the box, suppressed the discomfort in her heart, and asked Nether, "Are they separated?"

"Hmm. Nether walked over to Treya and stopped, nodding quietly. The two silver messengers continued to walk forward, carrying a chest. The other two, carrying another box, stood respectfully behind the Netherworld, waiting for the Nether's commands.

"I'm going to send the living one to the God family for foster care first. This is the command of the silver priests. Nether looked at Treya and whispered. His face still looked pale, as if he was still stuck in the disgusting feeling that his balance had been broken.

"Alive, what about the other ......" Treya looked up a little unexpectedly, the two silver messengers who had left with the boxes had disappeared at the end of the corridor, walking towards the palace above the ground, "What about the other one?"

"The other one is dead. A corpse, of course, has no value, and of course it can only be thrown away. Nether replied coldly, his face finally regaining some of the usual coldness and cruelty of the Killing Lord.

"Why did you kill one of them?" Treya asked.

"You take the boxes to the ground first, and wait for me at the exit of the palace. I'll be right away. Instead of answering Treya's question, the Nether turned to the silver messenger carrying the chest.

After the two silver messengers had left, Nether said to Treya, "Talk as you go." As she said this, Nether glanced at the stone-like silver emissaries who stood silently around them, and Treya understood, nodded, and followed him out of her heart.

"The two of them can really only be counted as 'one' eroders. They are twins, and when they are developing in the womb, they are crippled for some reason, and their flesh is adhesion and not completely divided. Although they developed their own bodies and faces, they did not develop two separate vertebrae - they were glued together back to back, and their blood and bones were dissolved. Therefore, it is doomed that only one of the two of them will survive, and if they are separated, one of them will definitely die. The Silver Priest asked me to choose between the two of them......" Nether said to Treya, his sharp, bushy eyebrows furrowed tightly, and his mind still remembered the horrific sight of the stone room just now, the white flowers gushing out of their intestines like roundworms, the back of rotting flowers, and the spine of bone snakes scurrying back into his body......

"Why do you have to separate the two of them? Isn't this conjoined state of the two of them even more powerful in terms ......of combat power? This should be the pinnacle of power that all soul magicians in the world dream of, right?" Treya asked in a low voice.

"Are you sure everyone dreams of it, do you want to be a monster like that?" said Nether's voice with a mockery.

"Don't you think we're monsters?" asked Treya quietly, "to separate them just to make them look more beautiful and more like a normal person." I don't believe that the Silver Priest would make you have to kill one of them and save the other for that reason. ”

"In addition to sharing the same spinal cord, they also share the same soul mark. The location of the soul sigil, at the very top of the vertebrae, near the back of the head. Treya, you should understand that a soul sigil can only match one soul path, but the two of them have different soul circuits, which is why they can produce two completely different talents. The Silver Priest said that it is impossible for two different soul circuits to coexist for too long, and even if I don't separate them now and don't actively choose, the soul seal will eventually spontaneously choose one circuit and devour the other. Moreover, on the snowy field, my attack on the two of them has already cut their bodies and soul circuits in pieces, and under the urging of powerful soul power, their physical bodies have healed and grown together chaotically, inadvertently accelerating the process of infiltrating the two soul paths into each other. Both soul paths are trying to devour each other, and the final result must be that both sides will be defeated, and the soul mark will be shattered and the body will be destroyed with it......"

"Are the two of them gifted different?" Treya pondered, thought for a moment, and looked up to ask Nether.

"Yes, very different. One of them's talents, similar to me, have the ability to constantly break through the upper limit of their soul power, and the other one, we have just felt the horror of her talent on the snowy region, do you remember the cold and disgusting fear before? That is her gift, called Psychic Impresence, which is capable of producing an inaudible sound in her body, which breaks the balance and reason in the human mind, and can make people feel the great sense of terror and disgust she creates, thus leading people to insanity, loss of reason, and finally madness. ”

"You chose this?" Treya's back suddenly shuddered, and she seemed to feel the sound waves in her mind that were devastating.

"Of course not. This evil talent, I don't think it should exist in this world, it's terrifying......" Netherworld's lips trembled slightly, "Besides, I don't think the two sisters have fully mastered their own talents, just like when the two of us first came out of the Bloody Cave, we are not yet proficient in the use of our talents, and coupled with the limited soul power, they are not yet able to fully realize the potential of their talents...... I can't imagine the effect of being induced by a person with strong soul power and good at mind control...... There's no way I'm going to let that talent exist in this world. Nether didn't say any more, and closed her eyes gently. His slightly quivering eyelids gave his expression a sympathetic fragility - a look that Treya had never seen on his face.

"So you chose that talent similar to yours?" Treya's face was full of doubt, so there was a tone of disbelief in her words.

"Hmm. Nether nodded, "I have an affinity for this talent, I know it well enough that I know that it will hurt me hard. Even if they become apostles to both of us, it doesn't mean that I will ignore or forget the mission that the Eroder was born with. I don't want to be replaced as useless. ”

Therea didn't speak again.

The two men walked silently towards the city of Grant, above the heart.

"Then I'll go first. I'm going to go to the God family first. The Netherworld wrapped his black misty robes tightly in the twilight. The front porch of the palace has been lit with oil lamps.

Treya watched as the Nether's figure vanished into the darkening light. A voice in her mind was becoming clearer and clearer, and the voice was repeating to Treya:

He's lying.

The silver priests are also lying.

She looked up, the white mist in her eyes swirling, and after a few minutes, a mysterious smile quietly hung on the corner of her mouth. She narrowed her gaze, turned around, and sped in the other direction.

【The Wilderness Outside the Empire of Rio Grande in the West】

The night grew sticky.

The wind was blowing, and the wind was wrapped in scattered pieces of snow, blowing on the face and sending a sobering cold. Therea needed this coldness at the moment to clear her thoughts.

She traced the soul power, which was almost indistinguishable at the moment, all the way to this point.

This is already the wilderness outside the city of Grant, where bare black rocks rise everywhere, and the new snow of early winter surrounds the stones, decorating the heavens and the earth into a black and white world. The snow reflected the cold light in the moonlight, making the world seem without the slightest warmth.

It's like this world dominated by soul power. Blood, conspiracy, killings, corpses...... Colorful and silent.

Treya stood on top of a high boulder, and in front of her was a crater made of several huge rocks closed together, and at the bottom of the pit was a thick layer of snow, and at this moment, the body of the little girl was discarded in the middle of this pit, and her broken body was gradually cold and stiff.

Falsehood.

Therea confirmed her suspicions.

Just now, when she heard Netherworld say that the two soul paths could not coexist, she had already begun to wonder.

No one is more accurate and familiar with her perception of the soul power and soul path, her eyes have seen the soul paths and soul marks of countless people, and her eyes have insight into the operation of countless talents. She clearly knew that if these two little girls had only one soul mark for each other, and the two sets of soul paths could not coexist and could only choose one of the two, it would be impossible for them to survive in the Condensation Cave for so long, long enough for them to grow to the age of twelve or thirteen.

If you give a seal to a person who already has a circuit, and give him a new soul circuit, not to mention ten years, even ten minutes will not be able to survive. No matter how powerful the body is, it will be cut and infiltrated by the two sets of soul circuits, which will quickly cause the soul power to flow back into the disorder, resulting in rapid death.

Those two little girls must have their own complete seals and soul circuits.

What deepened Treya's suspicions was the description of the other girl's talent that Nether had just made. His tone was too deliberately understated, describing her talent as being about par with his...... But how could he possibly choose an erosor with a talent similar to his own to be his apostle? the more different the talent, the more valuable it is, and therefore the less likely it is to be replaced, right?

Treya leaped lightly down the cavern to the little girl's corpse. She crouched down, her hands on the little girl's shattered body, and gently caressed her girl's silky smooth skin and the blood clots that had already coagulated on it. Soul power permeated evenly and slowly from her hands, and a trace of soul power was injected into the girl's body, as if rain had filled the dry riverbed, and the golden soul path appeared clearly like a stream of water from large and small branches, and sure enough: "She is still alive......"

However,

Therea slammed to her feet, and she took a few steps back in shock, slamming into the rocks in embarrassment. Her eyes widened, and the scene in front of her made her unbelievable: the golden soul power began to flow slowly in her thick and dense soul circuit, and all the soul power that originally belonged to Treya flowed slowly in the little girl's soul path, gradually converging to a common place!

Treya's breathing heaved rapidly, and she proved her judgment, the little girl in front of her had her own knight's seal, and this knight's seal was not at the top of the spine at the back of her head, but on the inside of her thighs. At this moment, that seal had been filled with the soul power that was gradually converging, and it was clearly transmitted.

Treya suddenly realized: this little girl's soul circuit is too similar to the soul path she has! Even the position of the knight's seal is almost the same!

Treya, suppressing the frenzied beating heart in her chest, carefully approached the little girl again, and stretched out her trembling hands: she was feeling, she was copying, she was stealing, she was probing the way the little girl was so closely similar to herself.

The huge moon ring hangs high above the black sky, and the white moonlight shines on the snowy wilderness, but at the bottom of the cave surrounded by black boulders, a huge secret is growing, growing, and rising.

Therea's heart throbbed with great joy, like a beast trapped in her chest, uncontrollably trying to rush out.

"It worked. "This is the most generous reward for the soul that should have died." ”

Therea collapsed against the rock.

The big hole torn in the back of the little girl in front of her was already slowly healing, and even her white intestines, which flowed out of her body, began to slowly retract into her abdominal cavity like a living worm. A brand new spine was slowly growing inside her.

Therea suppressed the ecstasy in her heart, and at this moment, something was growing in her body, a heretical power, a power that should not exist in this world. However, a sharp and chilling soul power was approaching her.

She flew lightly, leaping out of the crater and hiding behind the rocks.

She poked her head out and saw his face shrouded in the mournful moonlight of a black boulder standing on top of a black boulder, his robes flying like the wings of a black eagle. His pale countenance was shrouded in cruel and indifferent killing intent. The narrow eye sockets are like deep canyons, and the eyes like cold water are like the water rushing at the bottom of the valley. He was like a rusty iron sword in the snowy wilderness.

His face suddenly distorted, and his twitching limbs and trembling shoulders clearly showed that he was suffering endlessly. Fortunately, the feeling of severe nausea disappeared in an instant.

Nether looked at the little girl who was still unconscious, and couldn't believe that she could still unleash her talent in such a situation of losing consciousness. He jumped into the rocks, picked up the little girl's body, and disappeared into the night.

"Nether, don't push me. In the moonlight, behind the boulder, Treya's tender eyes gradually welled up with tears, "I don't want to kill you." (To be continued.) )