【West of the Aslan Empire・Grante・Heart】

In the underground heart palace of Grant, at this moment, in the two silver priesthood rooms on the left and right of the cross cloister, there are different people standing.

The tall walls at the ends of the two rooms slowly changed from the hard, dark black stone walls to the crystal blue, which was clear and dreamy. The silver priest, shrouded in the light of the gods, appeared clearly in the crystal wall.

In the room on the left, Treya stood quietly in front of the crystal wall, looking down at the words of the Silver Priest, and although her mind was full of questions, her face did not look suspicious, she nodded respectfully, and then turned to leave the room.

With the neon waiting outside the door of the room, she walked through the long corridor, step by step towards the palace above the surface.

She carefully looked at the neon beside her, who had just become her apostle, who looked innocent and beautiful, and his pure eyes like angels kept looking curiously at everything around him. He had a tame affiliation to Treya, and he listened to her. Treya's mind kept recalling the words of the Silver Priest just now.

- Neon is a new generation of eroders, his talent is [no sense], no sense of pain, no sense of fear, no sense of exhaustion, no sense of death...... This innate talent of his makes him immune to all negative attacks against the spirit, so he is able to maintain his peak fighting state at all times. He cannot be weakened, he cannot be hypnotized, he cannot be controlled, he cannot be harmed by all sensory spheres. Moreover, his soul path is a very complex composite soul path, he is different from most of the prince's apostles, he has no obvious weaknesses and shortcomings, his strength, speed, physical fitness, and vitality are all at the strongest level, and all his attacks tend to be the most primitive and direct physical attributes, but this does not mean that his control of the water element is very weak, although his use of elements is not as outstanding as some princes who are good at elemental attribute attacks, but they are also good enough. As such, he is a perfect life-hunting machine born to kill everything.

- Silver Priest, his direct and primitive physical attack is deadly to me, why would you choose a person who is comprehensively targeted to suppress me to be my apostle? Don't you think this is a threat to me?

- He became your apostle, and that is the greatest protection for you. Although you did not seal him directly, his memory was erased and the emotional resonance between the prince and the apostle was implanted. I don't think you want him to be your enemy one day, so making him your apostle essentially erases that possibility.

――...... Yes, Silver Priest.

Treya came back to her senses from her memories, she looked at Neon's ignorant and innocent side face, and for some reason, she actually felt a faint sadness in her heart.

I don't know if it's for him, or for myself.

Eroders.

Hehe. She smiled coldly inwardly. She could clearly feel a bitter taste on her tongue.

In the room on the right, the Netherworld waits quietly.

The room was empty, exactly the same as the room before the departure, except for the wall at the end of the room, which was still just a damp black brown rock, not transformed into a clear blue crystal.

A huge mass of ice was placed in the center of the room, through the ice cube you can see the solidified mass of flesh and bones inside, listen carefully, you can still hear the faint breathing and heartbeat coming from inside the ice cube, this disgusting thing, not dead, its tenacious vitality is really amazing.

Nether stared intently at the huge block of ice, and he still seemed to be able to clearly feel the cold nausea in his stomach, like a flame on the surface of his skin, burning continuously, unable to extinguish.

If it hadn't been for Treya's arrival in time, perhaps her brain would have been shattered in the snowy regions of the far north. Those two eerie conjoined girls, there is no doubt that they have an irresistible ability to infect the spiritual realm of people, and can tear people's intellect into bloody pieces by the continuous cold terror.

With a "hum" in the air, the stone wall at the end of the room turned into crystal clear. The figure of the female silver priestess appeared in the depths of the crystal. Her face was still as delicate as ice, her lips were closed, but her voice was clear in the air.

"Nether, the erosor you brought back, is a special case, or rather, a wonderful accident. They were originally identical twins, but when they were developing in the mother's womb, they were not completely separated for some reason, and physical adhesions occurred. Although the two of them have their own complete and independent bodies and shapes, however, their backs are glued together......"

"Then why not separate them?"

"If it's just a simple physical connection, of course, they can be separated, and as the last surviving eroders, with their outstanding soul power, the healing of this kind of flesh and skin wounds is not a problem at all. However, it is a pity that there is only one vertebra in their bodies, and they share the same spinal cord and the same soul seal. The location of the soul mark is at the very top of the spinal cord, behind the neck. Therefore, only one of the two female bodies can survive. A soul mark can only match one soul path, but the two of them have different soul circuits, which also produces two completely different talents, and the two soul paths cannot coexist for too long, and the soul seal will eventually choose a circuit spontaneously. But now we have to choose, because at this moment the flesh of the two of them has been torn apart under your constant attacks, and they have begun to penetrate each other. The soul paths, which were originally temporarily cut off from each other, are now beginning to devour each other, and the final result is likely to be a defeat for both sides, with the soul mark shattered and the lives destroyed. ”

"What are the talents of the two of them?"

"One of them has a talent called [Spiritual Immersion], her body is able to emit a high-frequency sound wave that cannot be heard by humans but can be perceived, this sound can completely break the balance in the human mind, and make people receive the great sense of horror and disgust she creates, and finally lead people to insanity, loss of reason, and violent madness. This talent belongs to a wide range of mind control talents, and is of the same type as Treya's talent. The other talent, called [Passive Evolution], is a talent that can absorb and convert the damage it receives into soul power, and constantly absorb attack damage from the enemy, and then constantly improve its soul circuit, so that the upper limit of its soul power continues to rise. Moreover, the more enemies she attacks, the greater the leap she makes, and if she is repeatedly attacked by the same enemy, there is a certain chance that she will steal the enemy's unique ability or part of the talent. As long as she wasn't killed on the spot, then when she recovered, her soul power would be even deeper than before. This talent of hers ......"

"It's the same type as my talent, right?"

"Yes. The Silver Priest paused for a moment, then replied in the affirmative.

Netherworld looked at the huge mass of ice in front of him, his mind a little confused. He vaguely felt that these two eroders, in the dark, were inextricably linked to himself and Treya, and now he needed to choose between the two to survive as his apostle......

"Once you've decided, let's get started. ”

A circle of blue light suddenly erupted in the room, and the air seemed to be rubbed by the impact of invisible ripples, and it quickly heated up. The ice slowly melted, and a pool of not-so-clear blood quickly accumulated into a puddle on the ground.

The melted lump of flesh began to wriggle again. Once again, the stomach of the Netherworld stirred up that disgusting and cold twisted feeling.

The clatter of bones writhing, the shrill screams of the girl, the clatter of ice cubes, countless sounds squeezed into Netherworld's earholes, rubbing against his eardrums repeatedly, like sharp nails scratching at glass.

The two lumps of flesh re-separated into the form of two young girls, who continued to scream back to back with each other, as if they were being tortured in excruciating pain.

Nether raised her hand and quickly waved it forward.

After a loud scream, two girls tore apart from the middle, one of them visibly thicker than the other's backs - she kept the only spine in her flesh, and the other ......

She lay on her side on the cold ground, a huge flesh pit on her back, as if she had been bitten off by a monster. The intestines in her abdominal cavity gurgled out, like a crowded and huge white roundworm, slowly wriggling, the hot intestines were steaming on the cold ground, exuding a violent visceral smell, her face was as pale as paper, and the corners of her mouth were constantly foaming with blood. She gasped sharply and disapperably, then gradually became motionless.

And the other girl, the vertebrae attached to her back, like a moving bone snake, rushed into her body, and the flesh on her back slowly healed, like a closed flower.

Nether's forehead was already covered with fine cold sweat.

The Silver Priest's voice echoed in the air: "Sure enough, you have chosen the same person as yourself, theoretically speaking, who has no upper limit on soul power, as your apostle. Your talent for absorbing the opponent's soul power by attacking and destroying the enemy's soul mark is actually the same as her talent for transforming her own soul power by taking damage. It's just the difference between active and passive. ”

Nether didn't speak, but he knew in his heart that he had chosen the girl who was now alive was not the reason the Silver Priest had just said, but the real reason was that he couldn't resist the talent of the dead Eroder—the most desperate coldness that seemed to come from the abyss of hell, the most distorted nausea, the deadly infectment of the spiritual realm.

He never wanted to try that feeling that would tear a person's scalp apart.

"This girl, she is still young, you put her in the foster care of the God family in Grant. When the time is right, you will take her as an apostle. The memories of all the people in the Divine Family have been altered, and they will think that this little girl was originally the youngest daughter of their family. When she's mature, you tell her who she really is, the erodeter. She wouldn't remember anything from her previous time in the Bloody Cavern. However, it is possible that she will remember that you 'killed' her sister just now. Because they once shared the same body, even life. Therefore, we are not sure if we can erase this memory from her mind. But don't worry, even if she can keep this memory, it will only leave a very vague impression and will not remember any details. ”

Nether looked at the two separated girls on the ground and didn't speak, when he heard the sound of the stone door opening behind him. (To be continued.) )