It All Starts with the Wizard

　　 The soul of the saint fluctuates insignificantly, but then his expression is replaced by fanatical devotion. He holds his head high and begins to pray loudly:

"Great Suma, please look at your servant with compassion. He will obey your doctrine to the death, and will remain tenacious in the face of evil and suffering. They can destroy my body, but they can never crush me. The will, because my soul already belongs to you, the only true god, the incarnation of the sun..."

　　 Roman ignored the prayers of the saints, he stood up and came to him, and the surrounding walls automatically shot countless small black chains, which firmly bound the souls of the saints in the air.

　　 "Great Suma, please give me the courage to face this heresy without fear..."

　　 Looking at the approaching Roman, the prayer of the saints became louder and louder, and finally turned into a loud roar.

　　 "Woohoo!"

　　Roman heard a little irritability, and with a wave of his hand, a chain blocked his mouth tightly, and he could only let out an angry sob.

　　 The quiet room made Roman's mood better again. He brought the container with black mud to the saint and slowly unscrewed the lid.

　　 A burst of distorted black smoke floated out of it, but it was not smelly. Roman did not respond. On the other hand, the soul of the saint fluctuated violently, and it seemed to be affected by something terrible.

　　 He began to twist his soul body frantically, trying to retreat, but now he has completely lost his strength and is completely unable to break free from the shackles of the chains.

　　 Roman used a silver knife to gently stir the black mud in the container, with a focused smile on his face, seemingly interested, he smiled and said to the saint:

　　"Do you know that there are many unknown creatures in the void that we can't see. These creatures and us live in two completely different worlds. Under normal circumstances, there will be no intersection.

　　 But there are always exceptions in everything. There are always some clever ways to attract them. Unfortunately, I just know some ways to let you experience their enthusiasm.

You see, this thing looks dirty, but for some of them, it is supremely delicious, especially when I smear it on your soul, tusk, it feels like When the flies smell that, they will swarm in desperately, licking it clean with your soul. "

　　 The saint's eyes trembled, but then he regained his firmness. He simply closed his eyes and slaughtered his neck, unrepentant.

　　 Roman chuckled and continued:

　　"Very good, my Excellency Saint, I like your current attitude. After all, it took me a lot of effort to make this thing. If I can't see the effect with my own eyes, I would still regret it.

　　 Now that I see you like this, I’m relieved. Oh, I forgot to tell you that these cute creatures are too tiny, so even if there are a lot of them, they still eat slowly.

Hmm~~According to your current jinliang, I estimate that you can eat for ten days and a half. I think you have enough time to slowly think about my proposal, and I will give you some energy from time to time to make sure you don’t Will dissipate due to excessive loss of soul. "

　　 As he said, Roman dug up a mass of black mud and drew him close to the saint's cheek. Suddenly, there seemed to be slight ripples in the void, and a slight buzzing sound echoed in the room.

　　 "Have you heard? They already feel the food, and they are on their way."

　　 The saint’s ears quivered, and his eyes could not help but crack a gap, and then he saw something flying out of the void, very small, ten times smaller than Sesame.

　　 But when they are in groups, they are like a ball of fluctuating silver tulle, looking beautiful.

　　 These creatures flew around the black mud on the silver knife, but did not immediately pounce on it, but seemed to understand that there would be a big meal next, but quietly waited for Roman to smear it on the soul of the saint.

The moment he saw these creatures, the eyes of the saint became extremely horrified. He whimpered rapidly in his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but Roman ignored him, but gently wiped a smudge on him. On his arm.

　　 Suddenly, the group of flying silver flying insects huffed, and instantly they all stuck to the arm of the saint, like a squirming silver birthmark.

　　 The soul of the saint began to writhe constantly, seeming to endure unbearable pain, the feeling of being eaten bit by bit is not something ordinary people can experience.

　　 But this kind of creatures called Silver Bite will not cannibalize souls. They are only interested in the filthy anointing made by Roman, while the souls of saints are more like the condiments for dinner, just being swallowed by the way.

　　 But Roman prepared a lot of filthy anointing, enough to smear most of the soul of the saint, you know, the soul is not fatal.

As long as Roman maintains the supply of soul energy, even if the saint is eaten with only a head, he can still preserve some consciousness, but in that case, the memory carried in the soul has basically disappeared, and it is almost like a fool. .

　　 After a while, it was supposed that the foul anoint applied by Roman was swallowed up, and the silver eater flew away from the souls of the saints~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and flew up and down around the foul anoint in Roman's hand.

　　 On the saint's arm, there was a wound like a honeycomb, full of dense tooth marks, but this wound was healing slowly with the supplement of soul energy.

　　 Roman loosened the shackles on the saint's mouth. As soon as the chains were loosened, the saint let out a scream, his mouth widened, as if he was breathing heavily.

　　 "Hehe, Lord Saint, the experience is good, I said you will like my deep-sea mud mask. It is a real deep nourishment, even the skin is nourished."

　　 "Huh...huh...huh, I...no...you...you..."

　　 The saint stared at Roman tightly, panting, and speaking vague words with difficulty. It seems that the pain just now caused him a great torture.

　　 Roman looked at his firm eyes and couldn't help but admire:

　　 "No loss is a saint, the willpower is really tough, even this method can not make you succumb? But there is no way, in order for us to reach a consensus, it seems that I can only work harder."

　　 As he said, Roman digs up a large spoonful of dirty spirit ointment and will apply it to him.

　　 The saint's eyes widened, and the skin of his mouth immediately stopped being bald, and he suddenly said:

　　 "I don't know what you are asking! Huh! Huh! Huh!"

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