"Something that you don't understand, there is one last irreversible rule in this world, if all the alien creatures come directly, his power will be suppressed to one ten-thousandth of the original, even if the Supreme God himself comes, it can only be a holy domain... And to break the loophole of this rule, is to be reincarnated, to completely hide one's godhead, and directly reincarnate into this world with his soul, so that the rules think that he is the original creature and not restrict。。。。。 This holy woman is the body after turning to death, although she can reach the previous height, but her strength has to be recondensed, or you think you can still stand here and talk happily to me, idiot! ”

The foul mouth that was infuriated by Lei Wente burst out many times, and the necromancer finally finished talking about the original in one breath, and stopped out of breath. How do you know that the fool didn't listen to it at all, and he didn't know how to take out a gold ring from him, and he was happy to touch it.

Even with this basically dry body, Dracula felt a stream of blood rush straight out of his throat, and black light flashed in his eyes. Suddenly reached out and grabbed his head, and the black fire instantly permeated.

And Lei Wente didn't believe the old monster's idle talk at all, and secretly thought to himself, he thought that God was cabbage, and he picked it up everywhere, and told the god of death, you are already a god.

Gu touched the sacrificial vessel that came out of the main temple, and didn't listen to his explanation at all, insisting that he still had an effect on the mage, and the thunder pattern was fearless.

But when he continued to ignore Dracula, he finally tasted the consequences, and was suddenly grabbed by Dracula on the brain, and in an instant the sharp pain of his soul being torn spread throughout his body.

The golden sacrificial bell in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp echo. Lei Wente's whole body was trembling with death, and the pain that kept tearing the soul was nothing more than death.

Painful buzzing ears, Dracula's hideous voice faintly sounded.

"Since you don't believe me, I'll let you open your eyes, and the ceremony will begin."

Then I felt a soft snap, and in an instant I felt that my soul was completely torn in half. Dracula's hand twitched back, and a small ball of pale light swirled in his thin palm.

Revent only felt that his whole body was filled with a huge void in an instant, his body was full of blanks, and the strong feeling of vomiting made him lie on the ground and retched desperately.

Dracula ignored him on the ground, holding the detached soul fragment in his hand, and walked to Athena's side, surrounded by a dark curtain, his face was solemn and revealing a different kind of sacredness.

It's like a researcher who has worked hard all his life, experimenting with his own final and most perfect results, and gently whispering dreamily.

"Sink it."

As he spoke, the floating soul fragment was pressed directly into Athena's soul through the black curtain.

The pitch-black film formed by this magic array can not only continuously defile the soul, but also magnify all the senses by hundreds and thousands, and directly involve the soul in the physical body to the surface.

The exquisite magic circle that even the gods have to sigh for is also the crystallization of the necromancer's lifelong research. Perfect, flawless, for the final end.

As Dracula withdrew his hand, the darkness fluctuated wildly with the naked eye, and Athena inside also let out a terrible cry, piercing the sky.

Revent had continued to crouch on the ground retching, but as the soul fragments moved, as many images as the tide flooded into his mind. Endless killing, sincere faith, the origin of the world. Little by little, it was all instilled in his mind.

The intense swelling pain made Rayvet cover his head and howl miserably on the ground.

The cries of the two are like a strange symphony, intertwining and singing.

Dracula looked at the white sky with a leisurely face, his eyes were empty and deep, was the wheel of fate beginning to spin?

。。。。

Athena in the shadows, Ben relied on the barrier of faith that she finally built with her godhead, and resisted the erosion of her soul. Forcing oneself into a perpetual slumber, completely abandoning one's reincarnated body, the soul slowly shrinks into the Godhead, waiting to be reborn in the future.

But Dracula, who had long understood everything, took the first step to peel off the fragment of Reventa's soul and pressed it directly into Athena's soul origin.

Athena's soul still retains divinity, pure without the slightest impurity, but cold without a drop of emotion.

This absolutely pure soul is the pride of Athena, and with it it is forever bathed in the bosom of God the Father, inviolable, inviolable.

It was this pure soul without any variegation, but it was suddenly forced into by the colorful five-colored soul fragments of Thunder Lot. The soul sea, which had never fluctuated, began to have wind and waves because of this small fragment.

Revent's persistence, his life, his prayers, his ideals. That kind of contradictions, extremely strong feelings are crazy in Athena's consciousness, and they can't be stopped, which is the fusion of souls.

Athena was really frightened, and her pure soul began to appear color, like a plague that instantly infected her surroundings. She experienced crying, laughing, sadness, and happiness. The strange feelings, which she regarded as the source of the depravity of humble human beings, were so clear that they were carved into the soul one by one.

She used all her strength, even at the cost of breaking her soul to mobilize the godhead, but she still couldn't destroy that small fragment. Compared with Athena's abyssal soul, such a small piece depicts absolute unyielding tenacity, the origin wants to survive, and the origin is afraid of death, so the crazy expansion of the origin infects its own power.

In just a moment, her soul fell to the upper hand, and a little connection appeared in the depths. The purity of the soul disappeared and began to be dyed with colorful colors. Athena's golden eyes slowly turned pitch black, black as the abyss of despair, making her let out a terrible wail at the end, and swirled in the void for a long time.

And Thunder Thread, who was howling outside, also fell headlong and fainted.

The black curtain slowly dissipated, and a little golden flame floated out of it. Dracula waved his hand to catch the flame, causing it to burn in the palm of his hand.

The black fire in his eyes finally dissipated, and the power in his body was like a fleeting moment, the appearance of a dying old man, but he laughed wildly with bone-chilling excitement, and the poignant laughter passed through the ruins of the temple and resounded in the sky for a long time...

I don't know how long it took, Dracula finally stopped laughing, and the heavy wheezing sound combined with the sweat that was dripping down made this archmage who made people look up and firmly pressed the fat man's head like the most ordinary old man now.

Slowly took out a bottle of boiling bright red blood from his arms, and the bulging magic and faint dragon power could still be clearly felt outside the thin glass.

Dracula put the godhead in his hand into his blood, and in an instant, it boiled even more completely, and in an instant it became a bright red mist.

With a wave of his hand, he shattered the exterior glass, and a golden flame wrapped in red mist fell into the palm of his hand.

The old necromancer glanced faintly at the unconscious Thunder Pattern on the ground, and in the pupils that were not covered by flames, there was a faint expectation and hope.

With a smile on his face, he spoke.

"Everything has been given to you, your road has been paved, everything is up to you, go on, live, we will meet again one day!"

As he spoke, he pressed the godhead in his hand directly into his forehead.

After one last glance at the two unconscious, Dracula smiled faintly, as he slowly disappeared into the void as he came.