"Oh, do you still have memories?" Zhang Cheng looked surprised.

As Jinvara's soul and hundreds of ghosts were consumed as nourishment, the Soul Envoy finally had a clear consciousness, and the jerky and vague whispers that had been echoing in his mind just now, as well as the strong urge to kill and destroy, disappeared, and he once again stopped on the verge of losing control, and began to regain his composure and sanity.

However, as a mage, he could clearly perceive that the fact that these distractions were gone did not mean that the power of the sword had diminished.

On the contrary, the power of the sword has not diminished, but has been greatly strengthened.

If the previous effect on the mind was likened to an indiscriminate fatigue bombardment, now it is a strategic, targeted and precise attack, the latter of which is many times more terrifying than the former.

Although the Magic Sword's consciousness has not launched such an attack so far, let alone attempted to control or change his personality and thinking, the threat is always there.

The Soul Envoy obviously didn't know that his wielder was secretly raising his vigilance, and explained to himself: "No, it's not a memory, at most it can only be regarded as a part of the incomplete picture. I am a sword of death that requires constant soul devouring to remain awake, and a sword of killing. Whenever I don't get enough replenishment for a long time, my consciousness will fall into a deep sleep and what I have experienced will slowly be forgotten. ”

Zhang Cheng nodded thoughtfully: "Then can you tell me what you remember now?

"Ah, they, they couldn't satisfy my growing thirst for souls, and at last they got tired of killing incessantly, and I ate them. The magic sword gave a creepy answer in a very ordinary tone.

"Hahahaha, then please give me a reason not to throw you away. Since you're so dangerous, why don't I leave you in some inconspicuous corner as soon as possible?" Zhang Cheng asked with a laugh.

He really couldn't understand why the real owner of the parchment would give him such a dangerous weapon.

Is it a trial, or is it for some other purpose?

"No, you won't abandon me, because you need my strength. Perhaps you have chosen a different path from my previous masters and have embarked on a path of spellcaster, but magic is not as omnipotent as you think, and there are many places where you can't use it, and you will need me. "The magic sword gives a straightforward reason for its existence.

I have to say that this reason is very powerful and sufficient, especially for Zhang Cheng, who has just been poisoned and is still unable to shape spells, it is quite convincing.

Because he knows very well that no matter how careful he is, there is never a guarantee that a similar situation will not happen a second time, so it becomes very important to have a hole card in his hand that can turn the situation around at any time.

Although the "Soul Holder" has all kinds of shortcomings, and can even be said to be extremely dangerous, it can play an irreplaceable role in critical moments, at least at this stage.

After thinking about this, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but show a helpless expression: "Okay, I have to admit that what you said makes sense." What's more, I am a power-seeking person, and the more powerful the power, the more dangerous it is, and I can't back down when I encounter danger. Now tell me the story of your previous masters, I would love to know where they came from and why they were chosen for no apparent reason. ”

"Hey, you're smarter, smarter than all my previous masters combined, and I'm sure you'll go farther than they did.

As for the stories of the previous owners, I have mostly forgotten them, but you still have some impressions of the last one.

She was a woman, a woman of ordinary looks and a strange way of thinking, who liked to put herself on the moral high ground before killing, and then judge with a condescending attitude.

I really don't understand how the executioner who slaughtered thousands of lives managed to maintain that sense of self-righteousness, as if only her values in the world were righteousness, and the rest were all evil.

Of course, I still enjoyed the time I spent with her, especially when she unleashed one massacre after another in the name of justice, which simply excites me to the extreme.

But then, for some reason, she suddenly began to doubt and criticize herself, and finally developed to the point of wanting to atone for her sins.

I was tired of her self-pity and disgusting hypocrisy, driving her crazy day and night with her incessant questioning, and devouring her soul after she committed suicide. ”

Speaking of the previous holder, the tone of the magic sword suddenly became full of sarcasm, as if in its eyes, killing the master who did not meet its own wishes was as natural as eating when you were hungry and drinking water when you were thirsty.

"And does she also have a strange piece of parchment?" Zhang Cheng squinted his eyes tentatively.

His focus is obviously not on the gender or behavior of the other party, but whether the other party is the same as himself, and is also chosen by the owner behind the parchment.

The magic sword was silent for a moment, and quickly responded, "Yes! She also has a strange parchment, to be exact, each of my masters has a parchment, and every time they complete the tasks given above, they will be rewarded accordingly. ”

"Interesting, it turns out that I am not the first, and I am probably not the last," Zhang Cheng pursed the corners ......of his mouth and muttered to himself.

According to the information revealed by the Soul Detention Messenger, the owner behind the parchment is obviously secretly planning something, constantly picking on guinea pigs, and it is unknown what the purpose is.

"Dear master, what are your plans next? If not, why don't you listen to my advice?" Finding that Zhang Cheng stood in place for a long time without reacting, the magic sword began to try to control the initiative.

"Suggestions, you still make suggestions?" Zhang Cheng let out a sneer as he stared at the skull-shaped decoration of the hilt.

He is not an idiot, so he naturally understands what this Lord-devouring magic sword is trying to do.

"Of course, don't you think there are a lot of humans in this city, why don't you let me kill half of them and turn them into necromancy, so that the remaining half will obediently submit to your feet out of fear. Then you can use them to form a powerful and brutal army, and with my strength, even conquering the whole world will be no problem. ”

The Soulbringer is the Dark Guardian's weapon, and from the moment he speaks, he is intimately associated with evil, killing, and tyranny.

But Zhang Cheng obviously had no interest in this, and refuted without thinking: "Conquer the world? Is your brain broken? I almost forgot, you don't have a brain at all." Tell me first, what is the benefit of conquering the world for me?money?power?woman?Sorry, I'm not interested in any of this, I have only one goal, and that is knowledge and power, understand?"

After being scolded, the magic sword decisively closed his mouth, because he found that the master he met this time was completely different from the previous ones, and it was better to speak less before confirming the other party's preferences and weaknesses.