"So what, Bandit Emma, do you expect me to be grateful to you?" Julia sneered, the hatred in her eyes undiminished.

"Julia, yes, I know your name, don't ask why. When Heras heard this, he didn't bother to have a good relationship with this girl who didn't know how to be grateful, he said bluntly: "It was I who saved you by speaking out and helped you remove the [***] acid poison, this is just one thing you need to see, about"

"Don't you think, Descendant of Marauders and Warmongers!I'm not going to do anything for you!" said Julia, gritting her teeth, her teeth creaking at the delicate arrangement of jade, and it seemed that she wouldn't mind eating the Emma in front of her if she were to cut it into pieces.

Heras snorted a few times, he was a little impatient with this attitude, he was not even grateful for the grace of saving his life, he could not think of any way to show favor to this girl, he could not say that he was disguised as Emma, so he simply came hard.

"Don't stare at me so bitterly, little girl, as soon as you wake up, you will curse me with the deadly curse mantra of 'Tearing Pain'. Heras shook his index finger and said, "Fortunately, I'm not afraid of pain, but in return, I must let you taste it first." ”

Julia had been entangled in intense magic and sealed frost, but she had never given up fighting these magical effects with her divine powers, and she was indeed close to getting rid of them.

The priest has made up his mind to die with this damn Emma, the elves don't know themselves, and if they can kill the Emma in front of them, even if she does die, no one will leak the news, as long as those who want to plunder her 'god-given soul' do not know the news of her death, then the Narnia tribe is still safe.

But before the priest girl could begin to explode herself, Heras's index finger touched her eyebrows.

As her fingertips darkened, a black shadow burrowed from Heras's index finger into the girl's body, and Julia's pupils immediately shrank to the size of pintips, and the bright purple meteor trails that kept crossing the iris of those pupils were blocked! She gasped as quickly as asthma, and opened her small mouth weakly, as if she was about to scream in pain, but there was no wail, only a trembling 'ho-ho' sound from her throat rolling.

Level 5 Dark Faction Spell - 'Torment'

This is a lethal punishment spell because it requires physical contact to take effect, making it not very useful in combat.

The priest girl's whole body trembled like an epileptic seizure, her skin became so white that it was almost transparent from the extreme pain, and the cold sweat was like a waterfall, instantly wetting her emerald green hair like emerald crystals and the sacrificial robe of the soul god, and because she was sealed in extreme cold and frost, she was confined to a small range of trembling, needless to say how painful it was.

It didn't take long for the female pastor to sweat bloodshot, her pupils began to dilate, and even her breathing was intermittent.

Seeing this, Heras withdrew her fingertips and maintained the effect of the spell for a while, and she estimated that she would really die.

But now Julia has been tortured to the point that her mind is a little confused, she can't close her mouth as if her face is paralyzed, the corners of her mouth are hanging weakly, and some crystal saliva with white foam is constantly ticking on her chest.

But even at this time, the girl's loose eyes still showed stubbornness and deeper hatred that would not give in, so that Heras began to admire her, so that revenge seemed a bit excessive?

"A slight punishment. Heras lifted the collar of the girl's sacrificial robe to wipe her saliva away, then patted her cheek and added, "Educate you how you should treat your savior." ”

"Don't expect me to do anything for you, don't expect me to do anything for you," Julia cursed intermittently, even in a state of prostration.

Heras really had a bit of a headache at the moment, this girl's bones were hard beyond his imagination, he knew the effect of the 'torture' spell clearly, and there were very few people who could hold on to it until they were delirious and still not give in, but he couldn't continue to cast spells, otherwise Julia would really die.

"Maybe girls are more afraid of those?" Thinking so, Heras couldn't help but threaten, "I can play with you as much as I want, like this"

With that, he pulled out the metal staff, lifted the hem of the priest's sacrificial robe with the end of the staff, and lightly tapped the bottom of Julia's lower abdomen.

"Filthy robber Emma scum! polite scum, whatever you want, don't expect me to help you, even if you kill me" Julia didn't seem to notice that she had been touched by the cold metal, but her eyes were wide open, and she tilted her head weakly and muttered, the hatred, despair and indifferent mockery in her eyes made Heras understand that no matter how much she insulted, the priest would not give in.

"I really can't do anything unscrupulous. When Heras heard the girl's unyielding curse, he withdrew his staff a little depressedly and sighed helplessly.

But then he remembered Julia's words, and couldn't help but groan: "If she really wanted to die, she should have died a long time ago." ”

"The second duke, Eraken, needs her to volunteer, so she has to stay alive as long as she can, or the Narnia tribe may be angered. Heras guessed that she should not be afraid of death, and the reason why she desperately fled when she was chased and killed was because she was afraid that her death would be made public, thus implicating the tribe?

Thinking of this, Heras said confidently: "Aren't you afraid that I will transform you into an undead creature and let you swagger around Shalhelend, then how will Lord Elraken deal with the Narnia tribe?"

Julia froze when she heard this, and even forgot to breathe for a while, the god of souls was on top!How did this damn Emma know what Eraken wanted to do to her?!

"I happened to be investigating the matter of Eraken and the Forbidden Streak. Seeing that the girl's soft underbelly was hit, Heras continued to say unashamedly: "Maybe we can cooperate." ”

The priest girl immediately replied coldly, "I don't believe in the Emma!"

"But now you can't believe it, so why not believe it once?" replied Heras with a smile, and it felt so good to be a gripper.

Julia was silent for a moment, and Heras didn't rush her, until the paralysis of the electric shock and the restraint of the extreme frost were gradually removed by the divine power, and the girl realized that she could move.

"Don't think about dying with me, little girl. Heras reminded unhurriedly: "Maybe I can't stop you from destroying yourself, but I can guarantee that I will be unscathed, and then I will spread the news of your death everywhere, and bring your wreckage as evidence." ”

"Don't call me a little girl. The priestess took a light breath and temporarily suppressed the hatred in her heart, the way this Emma man dealt with the divine curse had subverted common sense, and as for killing him, the girl had no confidence at all.

"Okay, Julia, have you thought it through?" Heras smiled indifferently, compared to the image of the abuser just now, it was like two people.

"What do you need me to do?" asked the priest girl, standing up against the edge of the bed, a little suspicious.

In the effect of the 'torment' spell just now, Julia's light and dark purple sacrificial robe was completely wet with cold sweat, and it was now clinging to her body, and as she stood up straight, Heras saw the outlines of her body that had been outlined.

Although the characteristics of her female surname have not yet fully developed to the most striking curves, the youthful silhouette has already outlined a suffocating and deadly beauty, and even if Heras had a quantum brain, it is almost impossible to simulate a more beautiful body, because this has almost reached the limit of human aesthetics!

"Truth be told, your beauty is astounding. After a general appreciation, Heras then admired in a flat tone, not to mention the girl's senses, but he never skimped on the praise of natural art.

"Thanks, what do you need me to do? You shouldn't be interested in my body. Julia replied in a cold tone, although she was thanking, but it didn't sound like a thank you at all, but rather a bitter hatred.

She didn't look like she was fifteen years old, but she had already reached the level of a fifth-level divine favor, and this kind of promotion speed could be said to be extremely rare among all the supreme planes of the human race.

In fact, when she was in the Bangala Freeport, Julia was still only level four, and she was promoted to level five on the way to escape. And what the Divine Favor needs to be promoted is a quiet and ethereal communication environment, and it is definitely not a breakthrough in battle and life and death experience like the Bloodline! Therefore, as a priest, being promoted during this kind of turbulent escape can already show that she is extraordinary.

In particular, from this girl's biography, it seems that she has not received the special religious guidance of the Soul Temple, in fact, all the Soul Temples in the Upper Plane of Amparon may not know that the Soul God has favored such a priest, so it is speculated that Julia's divine talent is no longer enough to be described as amazing.

"The Church of the Soul God should not know about your existence yet, otherwise how could he dare to do whatever he wants to a priest like you. Heras pulled out the fragments of the stone platform and said casually, "You can help me see this." ”

"Yes, we don't have access to any of the upper echelons of the Great Temple of Souls. Julia stroked her emerald hair, and said in a crisp and pleasant voice, "Because the United Emirate of Andes does not have a great temple of souls, otherwise he would never dare threaten my tribe." ”

After saying that, the priestess was about to take the piece of the stone platform, and when her gaze swept over the texture of the stone platform, a look of horror suddenly appeared in her eyes. (To be continued.) )