When a target catches the Witch King's eyeballs, the two are connected, and the Witch King's actions on his own eyeballs will be directly reflected on Roman.

He crushed the eyeballs and hit Roman hard, for many Sages, this stand-in spell will cause irreversible damage to themselves and become one-eyed dragons, but the Witch King will not, they have the ability to heal themselves beyond imagination, and when the battle is over, it won't take long to grow new eyeballs.

If it was just a curse from a witch king, in the face of a demigod-level stand-in attack, even Roman's strengthened body might not be able to completely resist it, and he could only turn into pieces under this attack, like an eyeball in his hand.

However, when the crimson moonlight invaded Roman with the indescribable evil power that had grown, a thin layer of dark red flame like burning rust suddenly appeared beside Roman.

The dark red flame, as if stimulated by something, swelled suddenly when it met the crimson moonlight.

It began to burn in Roman's body, and as if the spirituality of the moonlight was breeding, the power that could not be described in words was the firewood of this flame, and this flame burned more and more.

Following the occult connection between Roman and the Witch King, the shattered eyeballs in the Witch King's hands burned instantly.

At the same time, he felt the power of the crimson moonlight from the Witch King's body, and the dark red flames like burning rust instantly burned and spread to the Witch King's whole body.

Roman was unable to make a sound under the extreme pain at this time, he didn't know what was happening in front of him, he only felt that he was almost unconscious.

The Witch King was even more miserable, full of the power of the crimson moonlight.

Originally, he prayed to the primordial moon for strength, in order to strengthen himself and withstand the lightning strikes of the storm realm inspired by Roman.

However, the power he had obtained before seemed to have become his talisman at this moment.

The more power it had gained before, the more fuel the dark red rust-like flame seemed to have gained more fuel, and the more ferocious it burned.

His luck wasn't so good.

Roman couldn't see any of that at this point.

But after a while, Roman slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on the ground.

Looking up, the sky was obscured by dark clouds.

Struggling to get up, he found that although his body was in pain, he could feel that it was gradually recovering.

Turning his head to look at the place where the Witch King was standing just now, there was no trace of him at this moment, and there was no ash on the ground, as if nothing had happened, it was just Roman's delusion.

Only the crimson moonlight eyeball lying quietly on the ground in the distance, with tiny blood vessels in the pupils of the eyeball, which were dark red in color, like crawling insects.

Proving that what had just happened was not Roman's hallucination, he struggled to get up with the support of his cane and came to the eyeball.

Just by looking at it, Roman felt a headache.

The witch king died like this, Roman couldn't believe it, but at the same time he had a guess in his heart.

Not daring to do anything to slacken, Roman quickly took out a tin box from his body, poured out the charm that had been placed inside, put the eyeball inside, and sealed it tightly with a modified version of the spiritual wall.

If Roman didn't think he was wrong, it could be an extremely terrifying thing, even more terrifying than many "Tier 1" seals.

Just as Roman was thinking, he saw a gust of wind blowing, and the familiar "Sea King" came out of the storm and looked around. "Lord Roman, what's going on here?"

Roman was a little weak, supported his body with his cane, and glanced at the burly figure:

"I met the Witch King." Roman spoke.

In Ion. Somewhat surprised, even a little shocked, in his eyes, Cottman took the tin box and said:

"The Witch King died and formed a terrifying seal. Your Excellency, please bring me back to the Church of the Waves, where I will pray to the Lord."

This was the best solution Roman could think of, after all, the power contained in that eyeball was a little too terrifying, and Mr. Fool at this moment did not have the personality to purify such a terrifying and evil power.

The only one who can help Roman solve this matter is the Storm Lord, and although he doesn't know what price he will have to pay for this, Roman has no other good way at the moment.

Aquaman Ion. Cottman heard Roman's description, and at the same time shocked in his heart, he nodded and stepped forward to pull Roman.

With a wave of his hand, he covered the land with tiny lightning bolts, purifying the evil and pollution that might exist, and on the other hand, a strong wind suddenly rose under his feet, and he flew all the way to the Church of the Waves.

The familiar little prayer hall, the familiar white tin altar, Roman felt like a true god.

After all, not every believer can pray directly to the Lord of the Storm and receive a response.

As for the sacrificial and giving matters, there are many believers who have never done it.

Shaking his head, he felt the slightly restored spirituality, the slightly restored physical state.

In this small empty prayer room, Roman set up the spiritual wall and began to pray to the Lord of the Storm again.

Choosing the plants and essential oils of the Storm Realm that had been prepared in the room, Roman stood in front of the altar and placed the eyeball on the altar.

The name of the Lord of the Storm was recited in the ancient Hermetic language:

"The King of the Skies."

"The Emperor of the Sea."

"The Great Storm God."

"I pray for your attention."

"Pray for your strength."

"Pray, purge your eyeballs of evil and pollution."

Flames burning with plants and essential oils burst open, and ancient incantations echoed through the prayer room, stirring up a fierce whirlwind that brought about the power of nature.

Hurriedly lowered his head, only to hear a thunderous sound coming from the altar in front of him.

As Roman chanted, he wondered if his request would be a little too much, and if the Lord of the Storm would rain down his divine power again.

If he didn't help himself at this time, then Roman could only seal this seal for a long time, and even Roman didn't know if the power of the gray mist controlled by Mr. Fool at this time could suppress this seal.

Roman didn't dare sacrifice it to the gray mist.

After all, although the eyeball itself is only formed by the characteristics of a "witch king", it has experienced the double pollution of the power of the "primordial moon" or "fallen mother goddess" and the "city of calamity".

Suddenly, the illusory door opened, and Roman felt the familiar electricity, the tiny bolts of lightning. Wandering through Roman's body, wandering at will.

A thicker, brighter bolt of lightning fell on the eyeball on the altar.

Two streaks of smoke burst out from the eyeballs, one crimson in color, and Roman could feel the evil in it just by looking at it.

It was as if I heard a scream, a cry, coming from the crimson smoke, in the crackling sound of lightning. Dissipate in the air.

The other smoke was a rusty dark red and burned like flames, and the moment it burst up, the bright lightning suddenly disappeared. Then the dark red rust-like flame that seemed to have lost its target was instantly extinguished, and it converged back into the eyeball.

After praising the Lord of the Storm, Roman was a little happy, a little confused, and a little dazed.

Thankfully, the Lord of the Storm answered his prayer and purified himself and the hidden danger in the seal, the pollution from the primordial moon or the outer god.

However, what made Roman wonder why the Lord of the Storm, another force, didn't deal with it, whether he felt that it was useful to him, or whether he felt that he could control the power from the suspected "Calamity City".

To Roman's bewilderment, the Lord of the Storm did not send down any oracles or receive any sacrifices.

Roman even thought about the Storm

The Lord will directly collect the possibility of this eyeball.

However, nothing happened, as if the Lord of the Storm had just stepped in to help Roman clean the seal of the evil contamination.

This preference makes Roman a little dazed, if this is an investment, then at this time Roman is a little unsure of what price he can pay for these in the future.

What is the price of these gifts?

If Roman had some speculation about the Storm Lord's investment at the beginning, then the previous speculation at this moment also made Roman start to doubt.

Shaking his head, Roman decided not to think about the rest of the matter because there were too few preconditions.

After the Lord of the Storm had disinfected himself, Roman decided to pray to Mr. Fool again, ascending the gray mist in the form of an astral spirit to check for possible hidden dangers, and after making his decision, Roman once again praised the Lord of the Storm and ended the ceremony.

Immediately, attention was drawn to the eyeballs above the altar.

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