The black dagger was getting closer and closer in sight, and Gadore's roar filled Soveland's ears, but his expression was unusually calm, completely abandoning all resistance, just looking at the "shadow" rushing towards him, standing there quietly.

Just as the blade touched Solveland's chest, the world suddenly froze. The "Shadow" who rushed towards Soveran kept the assassination action fixed in the air, and the "Shadow" who was walking towards Gadore had not yet landed on one foot, and his hideous expression stopped on the face of the sheriff, and the splattered blood suspended in the air into bright blood beads. There was not a single sound, as if everything was frozen in a moment when time stood still.

The next moment, everything in his eyes fell apart in front of Soveland, and the vivid colors slowly yellowed as if they had been drained of life, until they were black and gray, like the upturned patent leather on old furniture, flying, shattering, and turning into a fine dust in the air. The moment Sovereign raised his hands and clenched his fists, a fine crack appeared on his skin, and with a "snap" sound, it exploded into a mass of intertwined fragments.

A large cloud of mist obscured the view, and after a brief period of darkness, the light that ushered in an instant returned to Essaouiran with the sound of terrifying breathing. The scene in front of him gradually became clearer, and Soveran was shocked to find that he was kneeling on the ground side by side with Gadore, and in front of him was the stone platform standing in front of him, and the "soul urn of Taittingchi"!

"What just happened is really a hallucination!" Sovereign confirmed his guess as he listened to the "click" sound that came back into his ears, "This strange soul urn somehow bewitched itself, and created a realistic illusion to immerse himself in!" he thought, "Everything in the illusion is a collection of various concrete images in the mind. The terrifying 'Sludge Swamp Beast' and the curse of Berohio form an immortal shadow in the illusion, and the impressive image of the Kujitan priest on the relief forms the spellcaster ...... that suddenly appears."

"The question is just when did you unconsciously control yourself, could it be the moment Gadore touched the Soul Urn?......" But Soveran didn't have time to think about these details, as he found that his current situation was not much safer than in the illusion.

A pale white smoke with a soft glow slowly drifted out of Soveland's cheeks, as if attracted by some powerful force, infused into the gem on the soul urn. The sludge gushing out of the cracks in the stone bricks flowed backwards, wrapping the body tightly, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't move the slightest. What's even more terrifying is that the upward momentum of the sludge shows no signs of stopping, covering the neck, and it will not be long before the whole body is completely enveloped in it.

The situation was even worse next to Gadore, the sludge had already poured into the sheriff's mouth, and a pair of eyes turned vigorously upward, revealing a bloodshot white, without the slightest trace of pupils.

"Could it be that this white smoke is my soul?......" Sovilan's heart suddenly tightened, although he was not unfamiliar with the word "soul", he never thought that one day it would appear so real in front of him. "Maybe that's how the Kujitan priests drained their souls......"

Time passed, and Soveran tried countless ways to interrupt the process of soul extraction, but his weak struggle was so powerless at this moment. The black sludge seemed to penetrate his skin, slowly taking away all the heat, and the biting coldness and growing tiredness invaded Essaoweran's brain, and he clenched his teeth, constantly reminding himself that he must not sleep. Because the next time I close my eyes, I am afraid that whether I will be able to open them again has become an unknown question.

The sludge gradually enveloped Solveland's jaw, and a thick, stench and bloody smell poured into his nostrils. "Hold on...... You have to find a way to rush out, you have to ......" Soveland's body trembled slightly, and he used all his strength to break free from the mud that trapped him, and beads of sweat slid down his forehead, pulling out the traces of the sinuous Dao. "I must not die here...... The conspirators sit on the throne of the Oak Palace, but the glory of the loyal is trampled in dust...... Father, Uncle Cyrian, Beorne...... There were even Mirza who had fallen to the ground, as well as countless guards...... I will reunite with them, but not now...... Definitely not ......"

Sovereign stared at the soul urn that stood high above, his dark blue pupils radiating a fearless light, his lower lip had been bitten by his teeth, and the red blood flowed down the corners of his mouth to the sludge, staining a hideous blood. "My buddies are still waiting for me outside...... Uncle Tandra, Loyal Old Sean, and Paislin, Thomas, and Kuhl...... I'm going to take the Destiny Shard and die in their arms, not now!"

Little by little, Soveland's body pushed forward, his body bound by the tighter and tighter sludge, and there were bursts of stinging pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, as if the bones in his body were about to break inch by inch in the next moment. "And Evelyn...... Evelyn, who was waiting for me in the distance...... I never forgot the promise under the oak tree...... Never ......" Hot tears flowed, burning Soveland's already shattered heart, but an even louder roar mixed with blood gushed out of his mouth: "I will die!

Suddenly, the force of order that had been silent for a long time in his chest awakened! The violent force rolled up a burst of brilliant golden light and burst out from Solveland's body, like a light piercing the dark clouds, all the sludge was instantly dispersed, and Sovelan, who had suddenly broken free, roared and rushed to the stone platform in front of him.

With a "boom", the figure that formed the base was completely shattered, and the soul on it toppled in the flying stones and smoke, falling to the ground and shattering into pieces. Almost at the same moment, a shrill howl exploded from the ruins of the stone platform that had collapsed, the sound like a wailing weeping, tearing at the empty Taitinchi, but quickly shrinking and vanishing without a trace.

"Hahaha......!" Sovereign laughed as he lay on the ground, the white smoke had retracted into his body, and although there was a deep cut in his forehead, and the blood that flowed down even obscured his vision, he was in a very happy mood at this time. "Why don't you keep extracting my soul!

As he spoke, Sovereign braced himself on his arms and tried to get up, but his eyes were quickly drawn to something else. Gently brushing aside the tiles and stones on the ground, he saw the diamond-shaped gem set in the soul urn. "Hell, what is this thing going on?"

Just as Solweran hesitated to pick up the gem, a long sword rested on his shoulder. "Ahem...... Ahem......" Gaddore coughed violently, spewing a large amount of pitch-black sludge from his mouth, "Tell me! What the hell was going on! What the hell was this goddamn urn doing to us!" he asked angrily.

"What did you do?, it's easy, throw us into the illusion and extract our souls......" Sovereign said coldly, "As for now, the soul urn has been smashed by me, but I'm not very happy!"

Gadore was stunned for a moment, and wiped a handful of it on his mouth. "Aren't you very happy? haha...... You should be like this!" said the sheriff with a smile, "The only regret is that you smashed this so-called 'soul urn' before I died, right?"

"Honestly, indeed!" Soveran nodded, although he really wanted Gadore to die at the hands of the Soul Urn, but the situation just now did not allow him to think about it, otherwise he would have to take it himself. "But I'm sure you won't always be so ......"

"You can try!" Gadore, laughing dryly, pressed the tip of his sword against Soveran's neck, and then moved his gaze to the gem on the ground, "What is this? Reward for surviving? It's a bit too stingy. ”

"This gem is the key to the Soul Urn, and the priests of Taitinchi should use it to manipulate the soul," Sovereign said, "and our souls were almost sucked into it. ”

As he listened, Gadore suddenly stepped back in horror as if he had seen a demon, but Sovereign smiled. "What's the matter, my sheriff, your rotten heart has times when you're afraid?" he said, "or have you been through something horrible in your environment?"

"Shut up! I don't mind cutting out your tongue right now if you want to be mute!, after all, can you speak, it doesn't seem to make much of a difference to our journey, does it?" said Gadore, angrily, but quickly replaced it with a friendly smile, "Oh...... Well, since Your Highness is so brave, why don't you keep this gem in your custody, maybe there will be a place to use it later!"

Sovereign looked at Gadore coldly, and if he could, he wanted to kill him now.

"What are you waiting for? Do you want me to pick up this weird gem? No, no, no...... I don't want to touch anything here, not at all!" Gadoré slashed his sword at Soveland's neck, a trace of bright red blood running down the blade, "Hurry up! Don't let me say it a second time!"

Sovereign turned his head and hesitated with his hands in the air, but still grasped the gem in his hands. A cold touch passed down the arm, and what was even more surprising was that this deep purple gem breathed as if it had real life, and it vibrated rhythmically.

Gadore smiled with satisfaction. "Alright, my Highness, get up if you have enough rest!" he pulled Sauvera up from the ground and checked again to see if the scarf was securely tied, "To be honest, I can't bear to think that I will kill you here at the end. After all, having you in existence really saved me a lot of trouble!" As he spoke, he pointed to the temple at the end of the trail, "Let's go! I hope we have a good cooperation on the next journey!" haha......"

Sovereign was pushed forward a few steps and did not speak, but fixed his eyes on the gem in his hand. Through the smooth, purple facets, he saw a milky white emblem inside the gem—a disc splitting into two pendulum-like arms, one of which depicted a standing human figure and the other of a burning flame on the triangular hands at the end of the arm.

Just as Sauveran was amazed at what he had discovered, the muffled "click" sound reached his ears again.