The sound of a child's cry came from within the feathers.

Bruises erupted from Liam's forehead, frantic whispers rang out in his ears, and cruel and bloody images flashed in his mind.

The mutilated human body, the burning beast, the bleeding fruit, the hair and eyes under the pillow, the filth of the cross.

"This sound can cause the spirit to spiral out of control!" Liam was shocked, and immediately took out a scroll, and the magic power was injected into it, and a coolness spread from the palm of his hand to his entire body.

Level 2 magic: "Mind Purification".

The few manas in the body could not fully support the release of the scroll, and could only barely last for about a minute.

The effect of the "Mind Purification Technique" could not suppress the cry, but only slowed down the time that had gone out of control, and the top priority was to flee the place immediately.

Bypassing the feather and leaving through the door, this is simply suicide, and the only way out now is to jump out of the window.

"But how much does this cry affect?" Thinking of this, Liam unconsciously looked out the window, and his face suddenly became solemn.

Looking into the distance, out of the yard is the bustling street, busy with traffic, people coming and going.

The handsome man took the beautiful woman shopping, and the two of them were in love with each other while talking and laughing. A gentleman in a modest suit, a silk top hat and a gentleman's stick, smiling and greeting acquaintances. Selling newspaper children crossbody bags, striding meteors, shouting hard, using the latest and hottest times to attract the attention of passers-by.

The cry was heard, formless and colorless, and the passers-by who heard it stopped, laughing madly, groaning in pain, or convulsing unconscious, but without exception, their eyes turned red.

Pets in the courtyards and streets are barking, birds in the sky are confused and even grabbing the ground with their heads, and the insects in the grass and caves are all running out of the black river.

The picture is still outward, and the invisible catastrophe is spreading in the form of a cry.

Rich and poor, rich or low, no matter how high or low, there is no difference between man and livestock and insects, but everyone who hears the cry, without exception, falls into hysterical madness.

"This cry does not spread through the ears, but directly affects the spirit of the creature." Liam came to a conclusion and jerked his head back, staring at the pure feather.

If you give it up, I'm afraid that the entire life on the land of Lando City will suffer.

Tens of thousands of living beings will die, and this terrible plague can spread even farther and longer....

Liam remorsefully asked the question, annoyed that he had not noticed the strangeness of Ramangel, if he had dragged the whole city into hell because of himself.

Thinking of this, Liam only felt cold and his breathing was sluggish.

His Excellency Michel is at the bottom, whether he will stop it is not yet known, the nearest chapel of the three major churches is also half a day away from Lando, and it is far from the fire.

"Something has to be done to stop it." Liam made a great determination to live in the world and do something and not do something.

In the face of danger, Liam showed absolute calm, and a countermeasure was instantly in his mind.

This feather can kill an angel, the rank is definitely above level 10, according to the Book of the Dead for curses, most curses have special sealing measures, and some curses need to be sealed together with other curses.

"The feather grew out of Ramander's body, and the time was out of control." With the tragic situation of Ramangel's dying vividly in his mind, Liam analyzes two major elements.

"Using the flesh and blood of a creature as a container, the trigger condition is out of control." The conclusion is simple and abrupt, there are not enough examples, there is not enough time, Liam can only risk his life.

"Ramangel, you've got me a big job." Liam swears that if Raman doesn't die completely, he will definitely find out who he is resurrected, and stick the damn feather in his asshole.

With a decision and clarity in his thinking, Liam immediately sprang into action and took the first step towards the feather.

With just one step, the crying doubled, and the whispering in my ears became more severe.

At the same time, the mana in his body was depleted, and the scroll of the "Heart Purification Technique" failed.

Liam dropped the scroll and took a second step through gritted teeth.

The cry was louder, the eyes could already see the flashing hallucinations, white arms emerging from the ground, eyes opening from the walls, roofs, and furniture surfaces.

Liam sneered at the corner of his mouth, "Little B, that's it, that's it, you're far worse than when I first came." "Let's take the third step.

The skin began to itch, the red pimples covered the bare skin in the blink of an eye, the white prickly heads were shaking, and something was struggling to get out inside.

Liam's scalp tingles, and this is not a psychological effect, but a physical aspect of real existence.

Large swaths of hair-stained scalps fell out, and red bugs emerged from the bright red gaps.

"Crying has begun to affect the spirit, not just hallucinations, but also touch, taste, sight, hearing." Liam felt his skull be torn open, and his brain shook in the cold wind.

Knuckles grew out of the skin, and the blood that flowed out became wriggling maggots.

This kind of experience is completely on the verge of losing control, but any normal magic apprentice will go crazy in an instant, and even the bishop of the church does not dare to guarantee that the faith will not deteriorate.

But Liam is the only one who is different, the crazy whining when he crosses, the hysterical roar, the strange and terrifying picture, and the unimaginable pain and despair at the beginning have created an iron will, so that he can get close to this level 10 curse thing at just level 2.

"It's a lich mage's curse, it's disgusting." Liam took the last step, and now he was in front of Feather, a stone's throw away from the other party.

At this moment, the child's crying was gone, the crazy babbling stopped, and the world was silent.

This sudden tranquility kept Liam where he was, and for a moment he forgot why he had come.

Confused, hesitant to leave now, there seems to be someone outside the door calling him, what is he telling himself to do? Oh, it turned out to be Jiao Li, she came to Landau City, and she was coming to my house as a guest. Joshua? I am Joshua, I am Katilant, I am the great nobleman of the Berg kingdom, I am....

Who am I?

Liam froze in place, his body slowly turning, he had to open the door to meet the girl he was longing for...

"Devour!" A cold voice suddenly sounded.

Liam remembered the purpose, and his mind felt like someone had stolen something, something that didn't belong to him, and seemed to come from the feathers in front of him.

"It can change my mind!" Surprised, Liam immediately rushed forward, clenched his right hand into a fist, and pressed the "Ring of Dusk" against the feather.

The cry stopped abruptly, and the pure feathers withered rapidly, and the delicate lines became rough, until at last the whole feather turned into a shriveled chrysalis.

"Drain the target's spirit until the target dies, a total of three uses, and when you run out, I will come and take your soul." This is the power that Michelle told the ring before leaving, a curse that is enough to kill the angel at the cost of the soul.

This is the reason why Liam dares to get close to the feather, and it is also the strongest means.

Picking up the chrysalis, Liam put it in his mouth and swallowed it.

The smooth pupa runs down the esophagus into the stomach, which is disgusting and comfortable, like eating a piece of durian-flavored gummies, the melt-in-your-mouth kind.

"Whew." Liam exhaled and sat down rudely on the ground.

"It is forgivable to do sins in heaven, but you cannot live for your own sins." Liam lay on the ground, his eyes closed tiredly.

……

44 Red Rose Street, deep underground.

Lying on the chair, with Erlang's legs crossed, Michelle, who was leisurely and content, slowly opened her eyes.

The oil painting in front of him flowed red blood, converging along the wall and converging on the ground to form a human figure.

"The heir of the Grim Reaper actually has a good moral code, hehehe, it's ironic." Michelle smiled at the corners of his mouth, and the figure who raised his hand stood up, his body becoming solidified, and the details became clearer, except for the blurred face.

"The gift of fate has already been marked with a price." Michelle stood up, circled around the Bloody Man, and laughed, "Liam, I'm looking forward to you more and more. ”

At this moment the door was opened, and the burly janitor staggered in.

With each step, a large patch of flesh fell from his body.

After a few steps, the janitor lay on the ground, his back cracked, and a beautiful woman covered in slime crawled out with difficulty.

She wore blonde hair, sapphire eyes that hid deep pain, and the skin of her beautiful face twitched from time to time.

She curled up, the spine on her back becoming more and more visible, and several white bone spurs burst through the skin.

"Devouring the curse of the righteous angel level, do you think you will live long?" Michelle said helplessly, squatting down and reaching out to press on the woman's forehead. "You're a witch, you don't care what humans do."

The woman trembled, her teeth chattering.

Michelle didn't speak again, closed her eyes, and three pairs of blood-red wings appeared on her back, the wings were incomplete, and the middle seemed to have been broken by life.

As soon as the crimson energy entered the woman's body, the violent curse was neutralized, and the whole process lasted for a minute.

The wings closed and burrowed back into their backs, and Michelle withdrew his hand.

The woman's breathing became steady, and she sat up slowly, the wriggling flesh on her body turning into a white rose lace ladies' dress, covering her white body.

Michelle sat back in her chair, looked down at the woman, and said, "How is it?" ”

The woman stood up and lowered her head, "Ramangel's body is out of control, the snake feather is sealed by Liam, and everything is going according to the script. ”

"Hmm." Michelle nodded, her gaze swept over the other party's flushed cheeks, "Liam has fallen angels by his side, and the next time he encounters something like this, he doesn't need to take action." ”

"Yes."

"Let's go down and prepare, it's time for the actors of the second act to play." Michelle said, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

The woman nodded, turned and left the room.

She walked barefoot in the dark corridor, close to the ground, her body changing.

The long skirt was rolled up, the color changed, and soon it became a proper suit, the hair was pulled up into a silk top hat, sarcomas appeared in the palms of the hands, and a gold-encrusted gentleman's stick appeared.

The plump breasts contracted, the organs changed from the inside, the eyes turned brown, the short hair turned brown, and the thin beard grew.

The door was opened, the warm afternoon sun shone on his face, and the man smiled.

"Your Excellency Baron George, the carriage is ready." A man in a formal suit saluted respectfully, and behind him, a luxurious carriage came to a quiet halt on the side of the road, four guards standing with swords in hand.

"Let's go." George walked towards the carriage ....