"Pop!"

With the sound of a heavy fall on the ground, a gospel book was spread out not far from Alyssa's toes.

The middle-aged man looked at his wife with an anxious face.

"I've given you the book!"

"Give me back my family!"

The shadow faded from the woman's body completely, and her figure collapsed to the ground.

The middle-aged man hurried to his wife, passing by the Gospels on the way without looking at them again.

He picked his wife up and took a closer look at her.

Breathing was found to be normal and there was no visible damage on the body.

It's just a normal coma.

"And my daughter!"

"Where is my daughter?"

The middle-aged man asked anxiously again.

A shadow recondenses next to the Gospels.

"I'll tell you later."

She looked at it for a while, feeling the desire in her heart to devour it.

The tip of Alyssa's tongue slid gently over her pink lips.

The indifferent eyes set off ripples.

Can't be wrong.

A small portion of the Demon Woman's other memories, or soul fragments, are attached to this Gospel.

As for what happened to this middle-aged man......

Well......

She wasn't very interested in anyone other than that.

A shadow enveloped the fallen Gospel and lifted it towards Alyssa as if it were a treasure.

Her slender white fingers touched the cover that looked like human skin, and she was about to enjoy her food when her eyebrows were gently raised.

"Ha ......"

"Sure enough, you're the one who devoured my body."

"I didn't expect to meet you here."

"No, it shouldn't be a surprise."

Listening to the tone that seemed to have hatred in those words, Alyssa turned slowly.

I saw that the middle-aged man was holding his unconscious wife, but his face was no longer anxious as before, but indifferent hostility.

Is this mentally controlled......

Alyssa looked at the middle-aged man's state, looked up and down, and finally came to this conclusion.

From the words he was in, it was clear that the person who controlled him was the small part of the witch's soul.

In that case......

Alyssa glanced at the Gospel next to her.

I saw that the surface of it quickly faded, and then it became inconspicuous.

The smell from it no longer made her palpitate.

A little black light was heading towards the middle-aged man.

Alyssa stretched out her white right hand, then shook it at the black light void.

A shadow-like crusad-like crushe-like thing burst out of the ground.

Grab the black light that hasn't reacted yet.

Alyssa looked at what was in front of her, and inside was a very tiny fragment of her soul.

It's just a thing to confuse the eye.

"See where you can go next?"

"Middle-aged man" sneered, and then a series of figures surrounded the place.

It was a numb-faced person.

They stiffened and slowly stepped forward, trapping Alyssa like a cage. ….

After eating all kinds of warlocks, the witch has actually recovered a trace of memory.

Naturally, it includes the body that he occupies now, which is actually his own slave.

So when she heard the news of the slave's family, she felt bad.

For no one but himself could know where they were held, and no one could go in and rescue them.

And now

But there was a message, so it's likely that this is coming for itself.

The witch warns the middle-aged man, but he doesn't listen.

In desperation, she could only activate her back hand and forcibly control the middle-aged man's body.

The witch was going not to accept the invitation, but after thinking about it, she created a fake gospel and set a trap to see if it was really for her.

And now, sure enough.

The witch looked at the thin figure in the field, and the hatred from the bottom of her heart was indelible.

Because instinct tells her that the person in front of her is the one who devoured her own body.

Countless red mist slowly filled, completely enveloping the place, and it was almost impossible to see the surrounding scene.

In addition to the heavy figures, only the red mist exists.

Alyssa looked at the middle-aged man and suddenly asked calmly.

"Do you want to see your daughter?"

"I guess it's called Noah......

The next moment he heard this, his gaze suddenly drifted and he lost focus.

The body began to tremble with struggle.

Apparently he instinctively reacted to his daughter's name.

Seeing this, Alyssa was also able to roughly predict how far this witch's soul strength had recovered.

The strength of the soul may not be very strong, and it should be with the help of a mysterious item to exist.

The main strength is based on this.

"Remember to wait for me......

The corners of Elisa's calm mouth curled into an unpredictable smile and she closed her eyes slightly.

Then her figure suddenly turned into a black mist, and then dissipated between heaven and earth.

Looking at Alyssa, who had no trace, the witch was stunned for a few seconds, and then realized that what she had come over was actually a body constructed with mysterious factors.

It's like constructing a false gospel yourself.

Both sides are fake.

No one will come here in person and hand over their safety to the other.

The "middle-aged man" stared slightly, and then his body trembled, and his wife in his arms almost fell off.

"Damn, you want to rebel against me!"

The witch felt a little annoyed, and immediately exerted another force to suppress the middle-aged man's consciousness.

Alyssa guessed right.

Much of her current strength comes from this gospel.

Even the soul itself exists through it.

Fortunately, I left a lot of backhands at that time, and I sowed a little bit all the time.

I just don't know where the rest of the souls are scattered at the moment.

But the witch didn't plan to investigate.

The better these souls are hidden for her, the greater the possibility of recovery.

And now, it's a matter of recovering some of his strength first, and then settling accounts with the guy who devoured him.

She could already determine where Elisa's location would be.

It is nothing more than a dwelling located below the slums.

Wait for my plan to be completed, and take down all those warlocks and turn them into my power.

I will take my dwelling place back.

The witch receded the red mist, and there was no one to be seen here.

Now the black market needs to be in charge of itself, otherwise just a few crooked melons and cracked dates from the Dusk Order will not be enough for others to kill.

……

In another space, Alyssa opened her eyes.

A little girl's worried gaze was met.

Well......

It seems that I will have to take care of the children for a while.

If you want to defeat that witch, you probably have to start with her father.

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