【West Aslan Empire・Rennes Sea】

When Shenyin woke up, it was already dawn. Unexpectedly, she had spent the night in this small ice house, and she sat up to find that she was still covered in snow leopard fur, but Neon didn't know where to go. She stroked the wound in her abdomen and found that it had healed completely. She tried to run the soul power in her body, and found that the soul power had also fully recovered to its peak, even more abundant than before she was not injured.

She emerged from the small ice room, and in the harsh light, she saw the bronze neon standing in the sunlight. His innocent and confused face, in the clear sunlight, revealed an innocent sadness. But he is not alone, at this moment a beprising and moving woman, is nestled in his tall body, her slender and strong legs are revealed from the high slit skirt, towering breasts and snow-white skin against the bronzed skin, next to the tall and straight neon, it seems more full of feminine allure.

"Who are you?" Kakine asked quietly and vigilantly, looking at Neon, then turning her gaze to the woman.

"My name is Treya. Have you ever heard of it?" the gorgeous woman gently raised her hand to cover her mouth and smiled, and the silver bell-like laughter was blown away by the violent sea breeze. Her gauze skirt was faintly stirred by the air current, seducting the soul.

"You are the fourth king...... Treya?" Kamine's face turned a little pale.

"yes, that's me. Therea blinked, smiling seductively, and then, she lifted her slender fingers, her nails painted with dark red ornamentation, and she pointed to neon and whispered, "This is my apostle, neon." But I think you've already seen it. ”

"Is he your apostle?" a strange feeling rose in Shenyin's heart, as the second apostle himself, in the entire apostolic system of Aslan. The ranking is second only to the Three Apostles of Heaven, Earth and Sea in Xiuchuan Jizo, she thinks that her soul power is definitely not low, although she retains her strength in ordinary battles, so not too many people know what her true soul power is, but others don't know, but she herself knows it very well. However, she can feel very clearly and unambiguously from Neon that she is no less than herself. Even the soul power that is above himself. With such a surging soul power, it turned out that it was only a fourth-degree apostle?

Shenyin was a little hard to believe.

"Are you wondering how Neon has such a huge soul power in her body, how can she only be in the position of a fourth-degree apostle, right?" I don't know when, Treya's dark and clear eyes have been filled with a stirring white wind and snow, and she looked at Shenyin in confusion and treacherously, the kind of gaze that was completely out of focus. It was as if to drag her into the suffocating chaos.

Kamiyin looked away, avoiding Treya's gaze. She vaguely understood Treya's talent. She slowly gathered the soul power in her body, suppressing it to the lowest possible level.

"Hehe, interesting. You're smart. Guessed what my talent was so quickly. Treya was not annoyed, and the corners of her mouth were still smiling, "Still, little girl." It's useless. Even if you suppress your soul power to the point where you only have a gossamer, and then run out for thousands of meters, I can still know all your 'actions' well. For me. Whether you stand in front of me with your soul power at full strength, or suppress your soul power to ambush me from afar, the difference between this is almost negligible to me. ”

"But Neon's talent is obviously different from yours, how can he be your apostle?" Shenyin looked at Neon, trying to get some hint from his face, however, he just looked at Shenyin quietly with his innocent gaze.

"That's because, strictly speaking, Neon is not my real apostle, he is the erosor of this generation. The wind and snow in Treya's eyes rolled even harder, and her smile looked eerie and weird against the snow-white pupils, "Oops, I forgot to tell you, you too." You and Neon are the two eroders of this generation. ”

"I'm the Apostle of the Netherworld, and I don't know what you mean by Erodeter......" Kamiyin replied coldly as she looked at Treya.

"That's right. Because you don't even remember what kind of monster you are. When I say monsters, I don't mean a metaphor, but an objective narrative. Because you and Neon, technically speaking, are not human. Treya smiled coquettishly as if she had accidentally said something embarrassing, "But you don't have to be too upset, because I'm not human, and neither is your lordship." We are all man-made monsters. It's just that our generation was still allowed to keep memories, so we knew that we were monsters from a young age. And since us, since your generation, the Eroders have no right to keep their memories. Therefore, the task of telling you the truth has fallen to our previous generations of eroders. ”

Shenyin looked at Treya in front of her, and she had a faint feeling in her heart that the secret she had been looking for was about to be revealed.

"Your lord Netherworld, and I, the two of us, are the eroders of the previous generation. The so-called erosor is actually the same as the apostle who was given the seal in terms of basic nature, and the biggest difference is that the soul circuit of the apostle is given by the king, and it is a relationship of inheritance, so the apostle and the prince will have a strong [spiritual rhino] under the blessing of the same soul circuit. When we were infants, our bodies were planted with all kinds of strange soul circuits, and each generation of eroders was more than a thousand, and no less than one or two hundred, and we were born in the state of such 'test products'. These babies will continue to grow up, and in the process of growing up, some of them die early in infancy because the soul circuits planted in their bodies are not mature and perfect, and some babies cannot survive because their physical constitution is not strong enough, and the soul circuits are too perverted and dark. When the erosor grows to the age of about five or six years old, basically the fusion of the physical body and the soul path has been completed, and those who can live to this age are the lucky ones. However, the real nightmare began at this time, and the following period, known as fasting, was when the eroders would kill each other, perhaps a bit of a glorification to say that the killing would be a bit glorified, to be precise, it would devour each other, and the weak would become the prey of the strong. The strong become the food of the stronger...... In the end, those who can stay are generally not more than two or three, which is the strongest two or three. The soul circuits in the bodies of all the eroders are brand new circuits that have never appeared in the Yaslan realm, and after the careful screening of the [fasting] stage, the last eroders who can survive, their strength and talent will cause violent shocks to the soul art pattern that exists at the moment...... I've said so much, you should know our innate mission, right?" Treya smiled as she looked at the pale face in front of her. As if waiting for her answer.

Shenyin bit her pale lip and didn't answer, but in her heart, she had already guessed the bloody answer.

"The mission of the Eroders is to kill the weak princes, and what we have to do is to maintain the seven princes existing in this kingdom, which will always represent the peak of Yaslan's soul power. If we can kill a certain king, then. If it proves that his talent and soul power are not enough to fight against our strength, then he is not qualified to continue to represent the pinnacle of Yaslan's combat power. On the contrary, if we die at their hands. It proves that the new soul circuit planted in us is actually not strong, then we are the failed test products, and the failed test products have no value to continue to exist. Treya reached out and stroked the neon shoulder beside her. "Do you understand?"

"You and the Nether...... Which prince did you kill?" the divine voice controlled the tremor in his voice.

"We?" said Treya, smiling, "we have killed a lot of people, but there is more than one prince." ”

She looked at the neon. He looked at Shenyin again, and looked at the sea in the distance: "I grew up with the Netherworld since I was a child, and I have been killing all the way since I was sensible, first killing hundreds of eroders of our generation, and then going to the Abyss Corridor to hunt countless high-level soul beasts, the talent of me and the Netherworld is a match made in heaven." You should know your lord, he can rely on destroying the soul seals of soul beasts and soul magicians, forcibly stripping the other party's soul circuit from the body, and then absorbing it into his own body, so as to constantly surpass the peak of soul power, the upper limit of soul power of each of us is determined by the composition of the body and the composition of the soul path, the body is innate, just like someone is tall, some people are short, some people are muscular, some people are weak and thin, and once the soul path is formed, it will lock the talent, and then lock the strength of the soul power that the body can eventually carry, every soul magician can continue to approach the upper limit of soul power with the use and growth of soul power, but one day, sooner or later, you will hit that transparent ceiling. However, Netherworld's talent allows him to break through this shackle without limit, and my large-scale and precise soul power perception is simply a knightly seal detector tailored for him. Otherwise, how do you think the Netherworld became a second lord above everyone under one person at such a young age?"

Treya looked at the neon with an angelic face beside her, and continued: "And this generation of eroders, only you and Neon are left alive, so I brought one with Netherworld, calling him his own apostle, but in fact, you have always been very clear that your talent is not the same as Netherworld's talent, right?"

"Shall we ...... It's also killing people along the way...... And the one who survived?" a layer of tears welled up in Shenyin's eyes.

"Of course. When Nether and I saw the three of you coming out of that hellish cave covered in blood, the two of us seemed to see ourselves back then. I really like it. Treya looked at Shenyin with a complicated expression.

"The three of us?" Shenyin's heart seemed to suddenly slide into an icy snake, "You mean, besides me and Neon, there is a third surviving erodeer?"

"Oops, I'm talking too much again. But that's all you have left, right? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to poke you in the sore spot, so you didn't say anything. Hee-hee. Treya covered her mouth and apologized, but her eyes were full of sharp ridicule and sarcasm, and there was no sign of apology on her face.

Kamine's breathing was a little rapid.

"You two, well, you two, hee-hee, you were still little teenagers at that time, and your delicate and slender bodies were bathed in hot blood, exuding a strong fishy smell, not to mention how charming it was. Treya leaned her face against Neon's bare chest, and the smile on her face revealed a distorted weirdness, "And, as it happens, back then, I teamed up with Nether to hunt the Bronze Sparrow, and yesterday, you and Neon teamed up to hunt the mountain ghosts, these two soul beasts, one can call the wind and snow, and the other can collapse the sky and the earth." I have to say that we eroders have similar tastes, but it's no wonder, after all, we all grew up eating the same food. ”

"Why is there such a monster as the Erodeter?" said Kakine, gritting his teeth.

"What do you mean?" Treya suddenly became interested, she really didn't expect Kamiyin to ask this question.

"I mean, why kill the original princes? No one stipulates that there must be only seven princes, right? If it is for the sake of the country's combat effectiveness, isn't it better to have more princes?" asked Kamiyin.

"Oh, you're so smart!" Treya suddenly showed a look of joy, "You know, when I was a child, I asked this question too. But this answer is a little scary, much scarier than the Eroders or something. I'm not going to tell you for now, I think you've had enough today...... Are you satisfied with your 'endurance'?"

"The Nethers told you about my talents?" the divine voice controlled the tremor in his voice.

"That idiot, who has always been arrogant enough to think that the Silver Sacrifice had made a careless mistake and experimented with planting a soul path similar to his to you, he was so stupid as to think that the Silver Sacrifice had forgotten that this talent had been planted, and he had always thought that your talent was the same as his. Treya's chaotic pale eyes widened, her charming smile retracted, and a chill enveloped her face, "I've always believed so, and I didn't 'see' with my own eyes until today, the talent of the two of you is really far behind......" (To be continued.) )