Start As a Lord In a Viscount

Under the control of Claire, the Nether Soul Locking Hook constantly tore the spirit body of the Ancestral Soul of the Furious Flame Orcs, and Claire also continuously scattered white powder in the air.

Under the combined effect of the white powder and the Nether Soul Locking Hook, the spirit body of the Ancestral Soul of the Furious Flame Orcs is gradually becoming transparent, and the breath is gradually becoming weaker.

Claire applied several reconnaissance spells to herself, and under the constant weakening of the other party, she finally saw a white light shard located between its eyebrows.

Claire bit her lip. According to the information, when Godhead fell and was absorbed into the body by other creatures, the probability of being located in the heart was the highest, followed by the head.

Claire chose the former with a higher probability, but did not expect that the other party's godhead was actually located between the eyebrows.

"That's a little tricky," Claire murmured, then looked back at the closed door.

Although you can slowly grind the other party to death, it will take too long.

Now that I am doing this kind of thing in other people's base camp, and the breath of the ancestor's soul has just spread, I will be more dangerous if I stay here for an extra second.

At that time, people found out that the four sword saints broke into the door, and their strength was not enough for others to cut them.

After just thinking for a few seconds, Claire made up her mind, released the strength of the soul-locking hook, and pulled the hook out of the opponent's heart.

At the moment of letting go, the Ancestral Soul of the Furious Flame Orcs seized this opportunity and used the pure soul source to bombard the isolation shield again.

The isolation shield that Claire had just repaired had a tendency to collapse, but Claire was also prepared this time, and it was repaired in the next second, but the soul fluctuations spread again.

Looking at the massive amount of soul material that had been scattered, Claire felt a little distressed. Back in the wizarding world, he was promoted to the archmage realm by absorbing the soul source of the legendary wizard who tried to take him away. This thing is not used as an attack method at all, otherwise the power will not be so small.

However, Claire only felt distressed for a moment. Compared with the godhead, these soul origins are really not enough.

The released Netherworld Soul Lock Hook waved again, locked the opponent's head, and plunged directly into it. The spirit body of the Furious Flame Orc broke open again, and the breath began to dissipate faster.

The four Furious Flame Orcs outside the main hall felt the soul fluctuations spread out and were inspired again.

"The ancestor's soul fluctuations are getting stronger and stronger!"

"Yes! It seems that there is great hope for recovery!"

Hearing the excited words of those people, the chief immediately said: "Stop talking, don't affect the treatment inside!"

Seeing this, the other three immediately lowered their voices, looking at the door of the hall full of anticipation and hope, imagining the scene where the soul of the ancestors became more and more spiritual.

...

On the battlefield at the front line, the soldiers below continued to fight, blood flowed into rivers, and there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood everywhere.

And above the 10,000-meter altitude, the high priest of the Furious Flame Orcs and Merlin Fa Sage are looking at each other from a distance. A powerhouse of their level would not have launched a battle if it wasn't for a special timing.

Merlin looked at the high priest opposite and shouted, "Is your ancestor's soul dead?"

The high priest shifted his gaze from the battlefield below to Merlin without saying a word, but it could be seen from his expression that he was very disgusted with Merlin's question.

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Merlin planned to continue provocation and ruin the other party's mentality.

But when he was about to speak, he noticed a sudden change in the expression of the high priest on the opposite side, and looked back at the location of the Furious Flame Orc base camp.

It has been with the soul of its ancestors for thousands of years, how can it not feel that the soul fluctuations emitted by it are a signal for help.

Merlin's speed was faster than that of the high priest, and at the moment when the opponent's complexion became worse, Merlin launched an attack and made a move.

The airflow in the sky was controlled and rotated, and within a second, a huge typhoon cyclone was formed in the air, and the surrounding clouds were swept over by it, and the high priest was also trapped inside.

The high priest just wanted to leave, but found that the speed of his body dropped sharply due to the airflow, and his expression became worse again.

"Let me go!" shouted the high priest.

Merlin, however, stopped the other party's way without hesitation. With a playful expression, he asked, "Why are you in such a hurry to go back? Something happened to the ancestor's soul?"

The high priest was a little surprised that the other party could guess so accurately.

But now is not the time to fight with the opponent. It must go back immediately to see what happened. It stands to reason that there are four Juggernauts in the base camp, so there shouldn't be any problems?

"Don't stop me! You are not my opponent now!" The high priest said coldly to Merlin.

Merlin was indeed strong enough to kill him by himself before, but after seriously wounding the soul of the ancestors, Merlin also suffered a lot of injuries, and his spells were not as consistent as before.

Merlin touched his long white beard and said with a smile, "I can't beat you now, but it's okay to entangle you and not let you go back."

"You're in such a hurry to go back, I definitely don't agree."

A trace of killing intent flashed in the high priest's eyes, and then with a wave of the scepter in his hand, a tyrannical energy wave directly broke the cyclone arranged by Merlin, and then rushed out at an extremely fast speed. directly drew a long afterimage in the air.

But Merlin's speed was not slow, and he quickly caught up with him, constantly harassing him, forcing the high priest's speed down.

...

In the altar hall, Claire has already manipulated the soul lock hook to open the eyebrows of the other party, revealing the godhead shard only the size of the index finger.

After confirming that the Soul Locking Hook had firmly bound the Ancestor Soul of the Furious Flame Orcs, Claire slowly floated over, and finally stopped above the opponent's eyebrows.

"Hand of the Mage." Claire read softly.

After the spell ended, in front of him, an illusory magic hand condensed.

Then Claire controlled the mage's hand to penetrate the wound between the opponent's eyebrows. At the moment of contact, the ancestor's soul let out a wailing roar. As the mage's hand continued to enter, the mourning sound became more and more harsh. .

Claire didn't have time to pay attention to the harsh noises, and tried to stretch the mage's hand in the direction of the godhead.

"Buzz!"

The moment the mage's hand touched the godhead, a resonance sounded.

Then the godhead that was originally located in the soul of the ancestors of the raging flame orcs actually floated up actively, and slowly floated towards Claire along the magician's hand constructed by magic.

Claire's face changed, the godhead actually passed through the hands of the mage, and this scene made him a little panicked.

The godhead slowly floated out, and when it floated out from the body of the ancestor's soul, the spirit of the Ancestral Soul of the Furious Flame Orc instantly wilted, and when it was bound, it was able to struggle for a while and instantly transformed into a dying posture, looking like a An ancient tree withered.

Claire didn't have the heart to care about the other party's changes~www.wuxiahere.com~ hurriedly let go of the mage's hand, but the godhead floated towards him unhurriedly as if he recognized a person.

Claire took out the box that was originally intended to hold the godhead from the space ring. After putting the godhead in it, the godhead seemed to be something that was not of the same dimension as the other party. go.

"Damn!" Claire scolded secretly, he didn't know enough about the godhead, but he didn't plan to merge with the godhead now, who knows what side effects will occur after the fusion.

Later, Claire tried several kinds of containers, intending to pack up the godhead and take it away. But it was the same as before, the godhead directly passed through those containers, as if it was a medium that could not contain all the matter in the event.

Claire stormed out again for a long distance, the godhead was still light, but the distance between him and him was getting closer and closer.

In the end, when Claire couldn't stop it with his hands, it directly blended into his eyebrows.

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