"My lord? What ...... are you? Several of the Evil Pact watched Albert suddenly move to kill Charles, and suddenly couldn't understand his actions.

You know, except for the Charles, they are all evil pacters, and the evil pact can't touch the bow at all.

Kill the Charles, how are they going to get that bow out?

"There's no other way around now... I can only sacrifice a little......" Albert took out a strange conical metal cylinder with his right hand, and the cylinder was engraved with intricate patterns.

He directed the wide mouth of the cylinder towards the dead Charles on the ground, and the narrow mouth towards the bloody bow, then gently stroked the pattern on the cone and began to inject necromantic mana into it.

The metal cone emitted a purple light from the wide mouth and shone on Charles, and Charles's corpse suddenly twisted and struggled, and then a pale blue shadow was pulled out of the corpse.

After the shadow was pulled out, it was sucked directly into it by the cone, and slowly floated out from the direction of the narrow mouth, turning into pale blue smoke clinging to the bow floating in mid-air.

The bloody bow trembled slightly, and then it stopped moving.

Albert's brow furrowed.

"No... Or is it too little......" he muttered under his breath, as if to say to himself.

"My lord, what is this?" Several of the Evil Pact Cultivators looked behind him for unknown reasons, and one of them, the barbarian with a meaty face and a sledgehammer in hand, asked.

"This? It's just a prop that only necromancers use, and it can collect the soul energy of the dead, and sometimes promote the mutation of summons... But there should be no place to buy it, because it is banned......" Albert flicked the metal cone in his hand with his fingers, and let out a low golden sound.

"Oh, so what are your plans?" The Barbarian Evil Pact continued.

"My plan?" Albert suddenly smiled, and there was indescribable joy in his smile.

"I'm planning to borrow something from you......"

"What do you want, my lord? Money? Or is it a potion? The barbarian pulled out a bunch of things from the package and looked generous.

But there were already other Evil Covenanters who sensed that something was wrong, and their footsteps began to move slightly towards the entrance of the cave.

"I want to... Lend your soul for it!! The smile on Albert's face widened, but this time there was no end to the ferocity in the smile.

"What..."The Barbarian Evil Covenanter was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, a white bone soul directly pierced through his brain, killing him instantly.

"Run!" The other Evil Pact Holders were immediately horrified and fled in all directions.

"Run? Where can you escape? There is no other exit here, and there are Kasha waiting for you outside from the entrance, and you are still dead, so wouldn't it be better to leave your life and let the mistress realize her plan? Don't worry, I'll do it for you in front of the hostess! ”

Albert was in no hurry to pursue, this cave was so big, where could he run?

Dare to get out of the hole is a dead end, and you can't get out of the hole......

Then it will always be his prey!

He took out the metal cylinder and concocted the corpse of the barbarian deed according to the law.

......

Outside the cave, Kasha and Kidd looked at each other, both frowning.

This reaction is a little wrong, they have already thrown four or five hundred poison bottles in, why is there no movement in them?

Even if you don't rush out, at least you should launch some countermeasures against these poison bottles?

Is it fun to soak in poison gas?

"Is something wrong? Why don't I go in and have a look? Kidd poked a torch into the cavern, but he still couldn't see anything, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"There shouldn't be any problem, we've all tested it, there can't be a third exit from this cave, they're already swimming at the bottom of the kettle, we should calm down at this time, the reason why they didn't move is probably waiting for us to go in."

Kashya narrowed his eyes and fired a sacrificial arrow into the cave, and a fire pit burning with red flames suddenly appeared in the dark cavern, but within the illuminated range of the fire pit, there was nothing but the air that had turned light green.

At this time, Albert was dragging two black-robed evil pacters and slowly walked towards the position of the bow, in order to ensure the integrity of the soul, these two evil pact people were just knocked out by him, and after killing the target, they must immediately use the soul cone to get the most complete soul.

He didn't walk fast, because the concentration of poisonous gases in the air was already very high, and even at his level, he had to reduce his movement and try to reduce the speed of blood circulation in his body.

This slowed down the speed at which he realized his plans.

A few minutes later, Albert, who finally reached the bow, threw the two Evil Covenanters to the ground, but he couldn't help coughing twice.

"Ahem... Damn it! He cursed secretly, although his body could withstand the erosion of toxins, it still affected him to a certain extent after all.

Suddenly, the body of one of the two Evil Pacters on the ground swelled violently, and soon turned into a massive, upright werewolf.

The werewolf's hair was a strange dark green, and there was a cluster of silvery-white hairs on his forehead.

The werewolf transformation was completed almost instantly, and in the next second, the thick legs of the evil deed who transformed into a werewolf flicked, and he jumped to the top of the cave with a bang, and tried to escape along the uneven rock wall of the cave roof.

However, he had barely climbed two steps when dozens of bone spears with a cold aura struck him from behind.

The Druid Evil Pact subconsciously wanted to dodge sideways, but two thick bone walls suddenly appeared on either side of him.

Two walls of bone sandwiched him between them, one on the left and one on the right, and the dry bones on the wall stretched out pale bone claws to bind him firmly.

This Evil Pact Druid is only a little over 60 levels, and it is impossible to break free from Albert's skills.

So, in the miserable howl of wolves, the druid was nailed to the roof of the cave with dozens of bone spears.

"Heh... Still want to run... Do you think I don't know you've been pretending to be dizzy? A disdainful smile tugged at Albert's lips, and with a flick of his right hand, the walls of bone and spears dissipated, and the corpses of the Druids fell from the roof of the cave.

He took out the metal cone and began to draw the druid's soul and bless it onto the bow of the blood crow.

The purple glow on the bow had begun to grow stronger, and Albert had slaughtered six Evil Pact Men by now, and all of them had been used by him to feed the bow.

But this is actually the practice of drinking water to quench thirst, and the soul damage of the blood crow is rooted, not just a simple lack of energy.

It's like a cup with a cracked opening, it will keep leaking, and if you don't fix the opening, then no matter how much water you put in it, it will slowly leak out.

In addition, if you hold too much water at one time, the high water pressure will make the tear bigger and bigger, and eventually the cup will shatter completely.

This kind of root soul damage can only be done if there are enough and pure enough souls to surround the damaged soul, so that the damaged soul can slowly and little by little repair the hole in the soul.

Forcibly feeding her with a mixed soul would only aggravate her injuries fundamentally.

However, this method has the advantage of allowing the damaged dormant soul to wake up for a short time, and the awakened soul will be in a state of confusion for a short time due to the very chaotic replenishment it receives.

This was Albert's plan, to forcibly revive the soul of the Blood Crow, and then use that short period of chaos to ask for information about the Mountain Keys.

When the information arrives, he will start desperately breaking through at any cost.

He still has a hole card in his hand that is useless.

It's a hole card with almost equal negative effects to power.

He would never want to use it unless he had to.

But now, for the sake of the hostess's plans, for the sake of the future of his family.

In order to make the price he paid for choosing to stand on the side of hell worth it.

He couldn't care about that much anymore.