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Odin followed behind him, feeling a strange energy permeate the sanctuary - like a light and fine spider's web, floating on the window lattice, on the porch.

It seems that Archmage Ross is a well-meaning and extremely intelligent man—these energy nets block the escape of souls and prevent the undead from gathering to the Holy Priest.

"In the end, what made me decide to betray the faith was the attack of the Holy Priest. Rose was still emotional, and he tried to control his voice.

"You know, these souls -- they're going to be John's food. The archmage could not alleviate his anger: "He does not spare even the dead!"

Odin didn't speak, he understood that he should give Rose an outlet for his emotions at this time.

"Souls - you're right, I can see souls, and I can manipulate them. This is a power that only the legendary evil shaman possesses. The archmage paused for a moment, as if plucking up the courage to speak out about this fact: "I have always feared this terrible power, like a monster hidden in my body. It kept me from confronting the gods. ”

Seeing that Odin did not express surprise, Rose continued:

"The soul does not last as long as the world thinks. When a person dies, his spirit overflows from his body, forming a weak and unstable web that dissipates forever soon after. When man dies, he is truly resting, from the physical to the spiritual, and no longer exists - unless he is allowed to remain by some means. ”

The archmage turned his head and saw that the black-robed man was looking at him with extremely bright black eyes—he could never resist the direct gaze of those eyes, as if he could see through his own heart at a glance.

Odin said: "Therefore, the dead should at least be respected, and eating the soul is uglier than controlling the dead." Put aside the old dogmas and do what you think you should do. Now no one tells you what is right and what is wrong. You have to think for yourself. ”

Every word of the black-robed man seemed to be the lowest voice in Rose's heart, and the archmage's steps forward became firmer.

After a long corridor through which they finally reached the exit of the Sanctuary.

For so long there was no interference - it was because the archmage had cast an illusion that the sanctuary had become an empty flat ground destroyed by holiness. He used the abilities of the Maipu people, but not the power of magic, so even with many mages, he could not see through this trick.

Before the archmage could reveal his mind to Odin, he had made a careful defense—his actions always preceded his words, even contrary to his superficial thoughts.

Maintaining such a large amount of illusion and soul power, Rose's strength had dried up—his chest heaved violently, and he couldn't tell if it was because of excitement or overexertion. His face was pale, and his eyes were full of ferze, trying to stand in front of Odin.

Because they are about to face an angry group of mages, as well as another force that represents the Sanctuary, the Faceless Inquisitor. Neither side is easy to deal with, and given the strength that Odin has shown before, the archmage believes that there is little chance of getting out of here alive in a head-on confrontation.

"I can continue to maintain the illusion for a while - you walk through the Sanctuary to the ruins of the Knights' Corridor......"

Odin interrupted him: "If you want to tell me to escape through the underground passages of Paliva - there is no need for this. The power of the Fountain has been absorbed by me, and I have a way to get out of it—if you are determined to follow me, it is better to do me a favor than to waste my life needlessly. ”

"You have carefully erased the traces before entering the Templar," Odin smiled again, the Archmage's divided side allowed him to hide the truth of his rebellion, "You are confident that even Holy Priest John will not be able to detect it." ”

Rose looked at Odin with a pale face, as if he had been frightened by something—the horror of being undisguised and exposed to the sun.

"Well, of course, the priests, the inquisition, don't know that you have betrayed the faith. Now, you escape through the tunnels, and if you can, tell the people of the Maip that the prophecy has been fulfilled and that the "Apostates" will have a new leader, Carter Larson. ”

Rose held his breath and blank mind for a moment, then replied sluggishly, "Okay." ”

Then he saw Odin do something even more horrifying.

The black-robed man rolled up his robe, picked up a long sword at his feet, a relic of a dead Templar, drew his blade, threw away the scabbard, and slashed at his own arm!

The arm was neatly severed, blood spurting from all around the severed arm, staining the pale and smooth skin red, and the fingertips of the hand were still beating on the ground.

Just now, he was connected to this person who was too perfect to speak, but now this is like a blood sausage with a broken arm, no different from a corpse lying around!

Seeing this scene, the archmage almost forgot to breathe!

"The pain I had endured before was a thousand times more severe than that of a broken arm. Odin didn't even frown, and he still had a smile on his face, which made people think he was crazy.

However, no blood flowed out of the deflated sleeve, but the cuffs continued to fill, and a faint white light could be seen coming through the sleeve.

After only a few moments, a new hand grew out of the wide robe!

"Pick it up. Odin said with a smile, and the archmage took a few steps back in fright.

"Cast your spell and burn it with the Holy Light Charm. The black-robed man's tone was almost teasing.

Rose lost the color of his lips, and he couldn't guess what the man in front of him was trying to do.

"Ahh Odin seemed to have discovered something new, and his tone became more and more brisk.

"But you didn't mean it, you didn't pretend it - your subconscious knew the answer, and that kind heart was always going to pray for me. Odin laughed, looking at the Archmage with half-squinted eyes.

As the words fell, this powerful middle-aged man, helpless as a child, showed a ghost-like expression, he trembled and picked up the broken arm on the ground, and ran towards the knight's corridor as if he were fleeing.

The illusion was instantly invalidated, and the soul barrier disappeared as well.

The souls of the dead were set free, and a white mist rose along the ground, and the sunlight poured down from the window lattices to add a golden splendor to the mist.

The scene is like a grove of trees in the early morning, shrouded in mist, quiet and peaceful. Gradually, the light grew stronger, and the light mist drifted away, and you could smell a strong fishy smell when you took a deep breath.

"The soul is free—so the holy priest has ceased to devour. I absorbed the source of his power, and I guess he was not having a good time. So--at least now I don't have to worry about my life. ”

Odin laughed out loud as humans do, but he felt that this did not reflect the feeling at this time, and stopped.

"Now, there are no nightmares. This body full of strength will not be broken for the time being. Odin closed his eyes and inhaled hard, though not good: "I smell the ephemeral freedom. ”