Published: March 1, 2025
“A dog, a person, and a lizard-like thing. It’s too small; I can’t really distinguish.”
Magpie continued to send information.
“Then get closer. By the way, notify Simba to hurry over; three level fours will be difficult without him.”
“Understood.”
Magpie simply responded, first controlling a small mouse near Simba to relay the message, then guiding a little bird toward Wen Yu’s direction.
The distance grew closer and closer!
Then, he saw a bullet that was getting larger and larger!
“Bang.”
A crisp gunshot rang out from the tremor in Wen Yu’s right hand.
Then, the little bird fell directly from mid-air.
The bullet shattered the little bird’s skull.
“The eyes have been shot out, initiating an attack... ah, ah ah ah ah...”
Magpie had just wanted to send a message but was suddenly overwhelmed by an unknown force crashing into his mind!
The strange power continuously tore at Magpie’s nerves, as if a sharp knife had plunged into his brain, stirring back and forth!
Soul strike, effective.
Magpie’s soul grafting was equivalent to splitting off a part of his soul, entering into the body of the grafting target.
However, this part of the soul was not isolated; it had a significant connection to Magpie.
When the trembling bullet hit the little bird, it destroyed the bird's physical body while directly killing the soul that Magpie had lodged in the bird's body!
According to Magpie’s script, once the grafting target was killed, this part of the soul would return to its original body in a short time. Unfortunately, Magpie did not wait for this moment.
Trembling could increase the power of the soul strike, but the extent of this enhancement was very vague.
The fact proved that this enhancement greatly satisfied Wen Yu!
The power of the soul strike annihilated the fragment of the soul within the little bird’s body, and the power still did not consume much, directly flooding into Magpie’s mind through the soul link between Magpie and the bird!
Wave after wave of terrifying power crashed into the depths of Magpie's soul like giant waves!
Each wave of attack made Magpie let out a piercing scream.
Until, Magpie’s consciousness was completely destroyed by the power of the soul strike!
......
When Magpie’s screams stopped, he lay motionless on the ground.
The leading Black-Robed Man stepped forward to check Magpie's pulse, glancing at his bloodshot eyes, and after a moment, shook his head.
“He’s dead, some sort of psychic impact skill.”
“Okay, make a note of it. Be careful of this skill later.”
There was not much sorrow in the Black-Robed Man’s words.
“It’s fine; Magpie’s mission is complete. In the upcoming battle, his abilities will be of no use.”
Wan Ping’s voice also showed little fluctuation.
The Black-Robed Man nodded, then knelt before Magpie, clasped his hands together, and muttered a long string of words in an incomprehensible language.
After a while, this simple ceremony came to an end.
The Black-Robed Man stood tall and took one last look at Magpie’s corpse before speaking loudly.
“Congratulations, Magpie! Return to the embrace of the demon lord! May he achieve eternal life in the Demon Realm!”
“Achieve eternal life!”
The remaining few immediately echoed.
One could easily hear a fervent emotion in their voices.
The Black-Robed Man looked at the four people below, including Wan Ping and Guan Tao, their faces revealing a fanatical expression. He didn’t care whether their fervor was genuine or feigned, and raised his hands high, shouting vigorously.
“Long live the demonic clan! Long live the Cult of the Demon Worshippers!!!”
“Long live the demonic clan! Long live the Cult of the Demon Worshippers!!!”
The Black-Robed Man nodded in satisfaction, glancing at the already dead soldiers and at Little Snow, who was being held by Guan Tao, and slowly began to speak.
“Let’s go, the target is nearby. Kill him! Use his corpse to add bricks and tiles to our great Cult of the Demon Worshippers!”