Seeing that the phantom was about to break free, Xiao Zhimiao walked in front of it and took the initiative to stretch out her hand, "Since you want my soul so much, then take it."

Xiao Zhimiao's voice was light, with a sense of temptation that the phantom could not refuse, it transformed countless undead souls for the deceased here, providing faith and a source of strength for the deceased, it bore all the blame for Secia, and now that she appeared in front of it again, let it continue to bear it!

As long as you have a soul, even if you are an evil god!

Evil gods are also gods, and they can have supreme power and faith, and they can control everything on a par with other gods.

When the phantom person reaches the peak of imitation in the future, he will be bent on replacing the imitated, and two identical people can only keep one of them, either you die or I live.

Xiao Zhimiao looked at the face in front of her that was exactly the same as her, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a wicked smile, the cheeks that made people look pure and delicate before were dyed with bright colors, looking like a demon coming out of the abyss, seducing people step by step, with the desire to sink people, leading people to fall into the abyss.

Even if Xiao Zhimiao doesn't have any memories of Secia, she is Sescia, Sesia is the desire and evil she suppresses in her heart, and the identity of the evil god is the reason why she can release her dark side for it.

The greater the ability, the more daring Xiao Zhimiao becomes, and the more he wants to do everything that seems impossible and extremely thrilling.

It's no wonder that so many people want to sit in the position of gods, whether it is the natives of the land of the gods, or the players who invade this world, the supreme ability brings supreme power and can control everything.

Power and lust are the root of all evil.

The Phantom Man slowly put his hand into Xiao Zhimiao's palm, Xiao Zhimiao reached out and stroked its cheek, and said softly, "It's a shame, it's a pity, a shadow is always a shadow."

After that, Xiao Zhimiao pulled the phantom man hard and hugged it, untying the magic array that imprisoned it, the wave of crimson magic power drowned the two of them, and the white-headed wizard looked at the two who gradually merged together, his expression was slightly surprised, and after looking at each other, he still set up a shield to trap Xiao Zhimiao.

Now, as long as the night comes, let the deceased lord deal with this evil god, they are only the servants of the deceased lord, and they have part of the power of the deceased lord, but they can't fight against the god, and they can't copy the god's skills.

The moment Xiao Zhimiao and the Phantom Man became one, the memories of the Phantom Man also poured into her mind.

It was a dripping winter night, and a faceless phantom with only a black shadow was driven out of the town and hidden.

Because of the witch hunt, a large number of dark things and marginal creatures in the land of the gods were involved, whether in the wild or in the city, there were all kinds of magic arrays laid by missionaries and priests and paladins.

These people are all ordained by the royal city, and they are also believers of the gods, with the gifts of the gods, and follow the guidance of the gods, go deep into the enchanted forests and remote places everywhere to hunt the dark creatures in their mouths, search and capture witches from every house, and burn the captured witches alive.

Since the beginning of the witch hunt, the fire on the altar where the witches were burned has hardly stopped.

People are afraid, afraid of an organization called the Night Witches, who are dressed in witch robes and possess crimson magic, who can deceive people, who will summon dark things to communicate with them.

The young Phantom Runner was driven everywhere and there was no way to hide, and the screams of pain that lingered in its ears lingered for a long time as it watched its fellow people flee from the forest with its own people being burned to death by the Holy Magic of the Preacher.

It is the nature of the phantom who has just imitated and transformed into a human form, and it is the nature of the phantom to take on everything of the imitated, including their senses.

Because of the large number of phantoms being killed, the little phantoms were taught to be bold, if they could, to imitate the higher positions of the human race, and even the gods.

Phantomers have unlimited potential, even if they are high gods, they can be imitated, but not as easily as an ordinary person.

It's not just about having a strong one

Magic, but also to have a very high talent.

The little phantom was hidden in the town and was discovered by a witch disguised as a normal human, who hid it in her home, where the witch taught it to speak and how to be a "human" with a soul instead of imitating others.

But phantomers are born to imitate other creatures, they cannot imagine what they look like, they can only imitate the characteristics of other creatures.

But the witch drew a human form for it, saying that it could be transformed into this form, that the face had not been used by anyone, that it was just a face that the witch had drawn for it in her imagination.

The little phantom began to learn how to imitate change, which was very new, because it no longer learned to imitate others like his own kind, but to become himself.

The days with the witch, though it was necessary to hide and search every day, were undoubtedly joyful, and this feeling was not through others, but through the pleasure it felt.

The witch has a gentle personality, and even if she will break her things from time to time, or cause trouble in her magic circle, she is good-natured.

No one has ever treated the Phantom so gently, and people have shouted at the Phantom Ones, not sparing any of them, vowing to kill them all.

If the Phantasmagores weren't supposed to exist in this world, then why did the gods let them be born?

What's wrong with them?

The pleasure of belonging to the little phantom was over briefly, someone reported the witch, and the convoy searched them.

In order to protect the witch, the little phantom takes the form of a witch and is taken away by the guards.

It was burned at the stake, and people shouted to kill it, to destroy all the witches.

At the moment when it was about to be executed, the witch stepped forward and said that it was just an orphan she had picked up, and that she had manipulated it with magic.

The little phantom watched as the witch smiled at it with her usual gentle smile, and used magic on it, controlling it to transform into the image she had drawn for it, a delicate and shy little boy.

The little phantom was freed and the witch was burned at the stake, and it watched as she disappeared into the flames and turned into ashes.

The witch's screams of pain burned by the fire were still remembered by the little phantom even after many years.

That was the first time hatred erupted in its heart, its own hatred.

The moment the little phantom mimicked becoming a witch, she also absorbed some of her memories, and the witch had obviously helped the people of the town, driving away the beasts that had been introduced into the town for them, and building a magical shield against the erosion of the dark undead.

She hasn't hurt anyone, just because she's a witch.

On that day, it was still recognized as an apparition under the fire altar, and this time it was not caught and put to death, but in a cage full of taboos.

It huddled in a small magical cage and heard them talking about it as a capable phantom with a high magical element.

I don't know how long later, when it was released, I saw a hazy black shadow similar to that of the Phantom One.

He is a god, and his captor has dedicated it to the supreme god.

Xiao Zhimiao saw in the memory of this phantom that it became Secia step by step, from imitating Secia's physical appearance to her abilities.

When it was almost identical to Sécia, the god who had used the apparition began to spread his faith everywhere, spreading hope to those who were shackled by poverty and sickness in some remote and impoverished villages and towns.

The city of Kane, the majestic and magnificent city of Kane, where there is no shortage of food, no shortage of work, and even the opportunity to go to the capital of kings, is the place where many people dream about it, and people only need to worship the gods with faith.

But this is nothing more than an elaborate hoax by the false gods.

Tens of thousands of people poured into the royal city, and they lived here with joy, but they were only raised here by false gods like cattle and sheep, and they used their faith and soul to grow their power.

After a while, the Grim Reaper's scythe crept closer to them.

The gods they believed in, the beautiful gods with long crimson hair, harvested their lives and crushed their souls.

This is not a god, but a demon.

Xiao Zhimiao saw the last memory fragment of the Phantom Person, which was the image of the Phantom Master posing as her harvesting Kane City, and behind the Phantom One was the god who used it.

Xiao Zhimiao couldn't see the appearance of this god clearly, he had always been a hazy black shadow in the memory of the phantom person.

When withdrawing from the memories of the phantom, Xiao Zhimiao's mind seemed to still ring with the painful screams of the residents of Kane City.

Xiao Zhimiao's expression became more and more cold, the phantom who integrated into her body and struggled to erode her consciousness felt her anger, but in an instant, it was swallowed up by her powerful consciousness, and it didn't even have a chance to resist.

It has been imitating Secia all its life, and it will never be able to imitate her soul, such a powerful soul is what it desperately desires, but it will never be able to have.

The bald wizards waited outside the defensive shield for a long time, and the rich crimson magic power had been lingering around the evil god, and they did not dare to act rashly, so they could only watch for the time being.

I just hope that the imposter can get rid of this evil god, so that there is no need to kill the enemy.

As soon as they thought so, the next moment they felt a tremendous pressure hit them, and the swimming crimson magic was frozen for a moment, and it condensed into countless sharp blades that crushed them all.

A hand brushed aside the rich crimson mana, and stepped out of it.

Xiao Zhimiao's will succeeded in devouring the phantom man.