"Calm down. ”

Lundy Cross reached out with a hand, and a sharp gaze in his eyes shot into the red eyes of the magician whose body had begun to glow like red flames.

Penny shuddered for a moment, and the chaos in his eyes was replaced by Qingming again.

"What's going on?" he put his hand on his head, the bulging green tendons on it had not subsided, and there was still a faint pain.

"Listen, you've been corrupted by some kind of will......" Lundy Cross pressed his hand and saw the man's eyes, the spiritual influence calming the mage unconsciously.

The bloodthirsty urge was completely gone.

Penny took two breaths and frowned slightly, "Erosion?"

"Now, it didn't affect you too much. Lundy Cross stared intently into Penny's eyes and shook his head, "But I can't say for sure." ”

"How can we eradicate it?" said Penny's brow furrowed.

Such a thing resides in one's own consciousness, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a time bomb.

The experience of complete confusion just now made Penny's heart tremble, and there was nothing more terrifying for a mage than a mental breakdown.

"Eradication...... Well, in fact, I also had a vague glimpse of the situation just now, and the combination of it and yours...... It's 'solid'......" At this, he raised his eyebrows, and Penny's eyebrows tightened even more.

Of course he knew this, and the information that had been transmitted into his consciousness during the demonization process had made him understand that this Abyssal Will was nothing more than a fragment that had been left over from his confrontation with the Abyss Core...... This fragment of the original consciousness had seeped deep into his consciousness...... With the current level of soul perfection of his soul, it was too difficult to drive this thing away.

Even intact spirits are likely to split again.

"So I advise you not to eradicate it. ”

"Not eradicated?" the mage's eyebrows tightened.

"Why don't you get used to it?"

"Adapt?" Penny raised an eyebrow, "You mean, you have a way to adapt?"

The middle-aged man smacked his lips: "Many people, in order to gain power, will make some transactions with some things that mortals can't imagine, and I think you are too." ”

The corners of Penny's mouth moved, but he didn't say anything to refute it.

At that moment, that chaotic thought did give him very great strength.

"In meditation you can try to control the violent power, slowly free him, and then try to master it with your will, so that he will slowly fall under your control. The middle-aged man pointed out a solution: "In this case, if you choose to ignore or resolutely suppress it, it will become more and more powerful when you are not paying attention." ”

Penny nodded slowly.

He had studied psionic powers, and there were many ways to adjust his mind in the arcane meditation method, so it was not difficult for him to do what the middle-aged man said.

The middle-aged man gave a few more words, so that Penny had a clear plan in his mind.

"Thank you very much for your advice. He thanked Lundy Cross solemnly.

"Actually, I've experienced this kind of thing too. Lundy Cross blinked, and lifted his tattered cloak, revealing an arm.

The arm was festering to the point of being covered with countless pustules, half of the flesh seemed to have been cut raw, countless alien spikes protruding from the surface of the bone, covered with a thin layer of scales, and at the end of the wrist, there was a hideous insect head.

The sharp teeth grinned, and it seemed that black water was still bubbling, and the eyes were hollow, and the scales around them wriggled, and they looked terrifying.

This disgusting look made Penny sick to his stomach and almost vomited.

He could now clearly smell the evil aura coming from this arm, stronger than the abyssal demons under Belen's men.

However, this evil aura is not chaotic, and Penny knows that this thing is more likely from purgatory, not the abyss.

He had heard of an evil spell in some of the evil law texts that ordinary Mage Ferron couldn't touch, but which were commonplace in the Red Robe Mage Society.

Cultivating a demon or devil's worm into a parasitic worm, and parasitic this devil worm on the target, can achieve various effects, and the specific effect depends on the cultivation method of the cultivator.

Countless thoughts raced in his mind, but when he saw Lundy smile, the flesh of that hand began to grow rapidly, the deformed bone spurs contracted back, the evil aura became undetectable, and Penny's eyelids jumped.

This shows that this parasitic demon worm did not succeed in eroding the host, but was controlled by the host.

"Oh, I originally received this gift from my best comrade-in-arms, who controlled my hands and killed my family and loved ones. The middle-aged man rolled up his sleeves and spoke in a very ordinary tone, as if he did not deliberately narrate, looking at his eyes full of reminiscence, it was more like a kind of remembrance and outpouring: "Fortunately, I met a woodland monk who woke me up and taught me how to accommodate it, otherwise, I would have been a complete madman now." ”

Penny was silent for a while, hearing the hatred that was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved, he raised his head: "Why help me?"

"Why?" he seemed to hear some funny question: "I haven't asked you yet, why did you save me?"

"Because you saved my life and Sheckel's life in Dehumi. Penny frowned.

"Well, I'm helping you for the same reason. Lundy asked Penny, "Didn't you help me?"

"But I'm ......," he wanted to say, but I'm a red-robed mage.

But he wasn't done.

"An organization, a robe, it doesn't mean anything. Lundy Cross lay on the bed: "You have to figure out who you are!"

Who am I?!

Penny Sean was stunned for a moment, feeling that this question was a little profound.

However, he also knew very well that this was a philosophical problem, and it was not his turn to bother with it, so he could only shake his head and walk out of the room.

...... "Damn!"

She walked through the corridors of the Doge's Palace, her expression hideous and distorted. This made her beautiful face lose a lot of color, and the people around her knew her reputation, how dare they come up and touch her head when they saw her like this?

Want power...... You only get one chance...... Once...... Since she wasn't given any assistance, did you want her to grovel to that red-robed mage?

Are you kidding?

Lannielou Ferrandlin hated that she could have been embarrassed by any other boss, but Penny Sean had already made a very bad impression on her.

Out of a state of mind that she didn't know what to say, she sensed that once she gave in to that man, there would be consequences that she didn't want to accept.

She couldn't imagine what the consequences would be, or rather, she subconsciously harbored fear.

In the confrontation with the dean, she never took advantage.

Throwing off his armor and running away, he fell into this dilemma.

This made her very irritable, and the soldiers around her got out of the way, but the bold guy who was not interested still existed after all, her way was blocked, and she was about to be furious, when she saw the red robe blocking the way, her anger was barely suppressed, and she adjusted her breathing slightly, and she raised her head: "Mr. Androsiga?"

"Well, Miss Ferrandlin, why, you came with Dean Sean, why didn't I see you two days ago?"

The red-robed mage's words made Lannelu slightly stunned, but she quickly reacted, "That person is here too?"

"Huh......" Androsiga frowned, his expression a little puzzled, and then he was questioned by Ferrandlin for a long time.

It's still easy to explain things clearly, though.

After Andesiga left, the woman's hand knuckles rattled.

You can see how excited she is.

Her eyes flickered, not knowing what she was thinking.

For a long time, a bloodthirsty light appeared in her eyes:

"No matter so much, this abominable waste, broke his leg, see what else he can do to pretend with me?!"

...... Inside the villa, the mage meditated, carefully studying the fragment of thoughts from the abyss in his self-consciousness.

The vast amount of information inside is swirling and surging with amazing magic.

As soon as Penny's consciousness got closer, it immediately spurted up.

He had seen this kind of scene in the abyss once, and it stands to reason that he would not have stage fright, but the dark side from the depths of his soul would be attracted by this deep-seated chaotic thought.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe this thing with a heart demon.

Penny remembered such an exotic word.

However, he knew very well that this demon was not easy to eradicate at all, because it had become an inseparable part of himself, but it was just not very obedient, like a tumor.

It can be a hassle to get this thing to be obedient.

But he had to try.

He took a deep breath and stayed awake as he let the demons into his consciousness, and Penny had to use this head-on conflict as an opportunity to adapt, suppress, and control it.

Suddenly, a chaotic thought entered his head, and a violent emotion exploded in his heart.

He forcibly stayed awake.

Although he couldn't see it, he knew that his body would definitely generate great power under the catalysis of this thought.

Magic is originally a way for consciousness to change reality, which is determined by the surname of each part of the multiverse, and all supernatural forces can probably be related to this principle.

Although the chaotic consciousness from the abyss may be resisted by the magic web, the ability to change reality remains.

This makes it more difficult for Penny to fight against it.

Because of this demonic power, the hormones produced by ** make it more difficult for him to grasp his sanity.

As his consciousness was infected-by a third of the demon, his mind began to show signs of collapse.

He used his will to suppress the continued erosion of the demons in his heart, opened his eyes when he was able to stay awake enough, and his consciousness returned to **, he felt that his limbs were full of strength, and the mirror in the room reflected that his eyes were red, and dark red qi came out of his muscles, as if shrouded in a layer of spiritual light.

If a clergy had now cast a detection on Penny, the results would not have been surprising.

He shook his head and closed his eyes in meditation.

This result made him feel that as long as he insisted on training like this, sooner or later he would be able to completely master this inner demon.

But before he could make the next move, there was a loud noise at the door downstairs.

It was like the sound of a gate being cracked.

Someone attacked!

He was alert for a while, regardless of his sanity and the fact that he had not escaped from the power of the abyss, and his pupils were still shining with a dark red light, he walked to the door and released several spells on himself in a row, and found that the spell casting was extremely difficult, and even failed once...... This was the interference of the demons on his mind, and he frowned, hastily guarded himself, and heard the rapid and fierce footsteps rushing up the stairs.

He pushed the door open.

(To be continued)