Through the sea of blood, the eyes of the night were fixed on the strange deep-diving demon ray.

Aside from the pitifully low strength, the old, sluggish, stiff, and decaying corpse already showed everything.

All the vitality has been far away from this body, and only in this way can the gathering of fishy blood give some comfort to the soul hiding in the corpse that is about to rot.

In just a few moments, the night had already spied on the truth of the deep-diving demon ray.

This deep sea demon has long since died, but the unwilling soul is still left in a special way, and this method is also related to the ability to manipulate these soul puppets.

……

Like the murmur of a dying old man in the twilight, came from the body of the demon ray, and the eerie and terrifying business fell from the tower:

"You... What gifts did you bring me back? ”

One word at a time, the sluggish speed of sound contains endless coldness, a cold breath that penetrates into the bone marrow.

"Yes, my lord, a living human being who has never been eaten."

The Demon Worm Knight untied the rope that bound the food and carried it to the bottom of the tower.

At this time, several slender tentacles hung softly from the water tank, and the flesh of the tentacles soaked in foul-smelling blood had long since withered, and the epidermis was attached with disgusting and disgusting mucus.

The night was tied up and rolled towards the tank.

"I felt... Enviably exuberant... Jealous energy... I... Can't wait to eat you......"

The spirit of the night is exposed to a wave of intense evil and lustful soul fluctuations, which convey greed, jealousy, and gluttony from the seven deadly sins.

If the other party especially wants to eat himself, then the extinction cannot be like swallowing dates, but like enjoying a high-end dessert, chewing and tasting it carefully, and at the same time, appreciating the dim sum itself looking at his fearful gaze.

If you don't have the power to fight back, falling into the hands of this deep-sea demon will be more terrifying than all kinds of torture in the world!

It's a pity that no one would have thought that this seemingly slaughterable animal in front of them was actually a more terrifying creature than God.

……

The soul servants watched respectfully as their masters ate.

Blood-colored waves spread in the tank, and then the ripples quickly disappeared, and after that, there was a deathly silence.

The oppressive atmosphere of dead silence is not something that a slave of the soul who still retains his own thoughts can endure.

Maintaining an eerie high degree of loyalty, the quiet point of the tower still attracted the curious glances of the servants, and it was at the moment when they raised their heads and looked up—

Yes!

The brain was like a pain torn in half, and all the soul slaves rolled on the ground with their heads in their hands, howling miserably, and their mouths were praising and begging for mercy from their masters.

The pain gradually intensified subtly, as if it were tightening a screw more and more.

The pain of the tightening was infinitely magnified, and the silent torture made it impossible for each slave to even say a word of begging for mercy, only to struggle and scream desperately.

The unrestrained torture gradually drove the slaves into a desperate situation of death.

Smack!

A frozen lock in my heart suddenly shattered, and another emotion rose up in the panic of despair.

The name of this emotion is 'anger'!

I see.

The last voice heard in the mind of every soul slave who had been driven to death by endless torture sounded in his head, like a whisper from the dark night.

The corpses were everywhere, and in the silence, all disappeared with the explosion.

Under the noise, the water tank exploded, and the filthy and foul-smelling blood flowed in all directions, and each converging black and red stream emitted a spoiled smell of blood, attracting countless beast-like intelligent species to lick it.

In less than a moment, all the blood that flowed out of the field was licked away.

The filthy corpse, which had been soaked in blood for a long time, turned out, cracked a slender slit in the middle of the belly, and the palms of both hands popped out from the inside, each pulling one side, and then tore out, it was the night that was devoured as food.

From the demon's solitude, the night has an unexpected gain.

In his hand he held a withered and yellowed leaf, the tangled veins like blood vessels, reflecting a crystal clear feeling in the hazy light.

With the help of this light, Cangye saw the strange symbols densely recorded on the leaves.

It was a script that almost no one could read, but Nightnight knew that it was the same kind of strange symbol as the Necronomicon was written.

"The world is full of grotesques and weirdness, and every life is the fruit of a strange image of a twisted flower of flesh and blood......"

"The great ancestors spilled the spores, and the firstborn was born......"

"The roots of the firstborn are covered with innumerable fruits, and when ripe, the shells of the fruits are cracked, and out of them crawl out strange creatures, which surround the firstborn and babble, and they are born of the firstborn, and are the re-evolution of the primordial thing, and therefore the primordial son......"

As if the third-rate creation theory preached by cultists, what is recorded on this leaf is something that is unknown.

Although the style seems to be very similar to the Necronomicon, Nights knows that this is nothing more than a very clumsy fake.

What is certain, however, is that the author of the fake must have seen the real thing, and would use this kind of text, but he could not understand it, so he could only piece together the contents after using it.

However, fakes made in imitation of the real thing also have special abilities of their own.

Item Name: ?? Necromantic Pseudo-Book

Item Level: ????

What the item does: ? Rotten spores, demagoguery

Bringing the leaves to his ears and listening, a breeze blew, and the night heard whispers from the sound of the leaves shaking.

This is the "Words of Bewitchment", a more taboo language than the "Words of the Blasphemy", and its essence is to pluck the strings of life, play a forbidden song, and the only remaining life in the body will be subdivided into notes and form another piece in the hands of the composer.

This is a trickier method than soul slavery, it is to confuse the value of the goal, and to change 'to live for oneself' to 'live only for one's master', and to modify cognition is more than tampering with memory.

The spell of tampering with memories can be ended, but the confused cognition is unsolvable.

Getting this leaf means that the night itself can also learn this ability, and as for the rotten spores, it is gradually sacrificing part of their limbs, at the cost of flesh and blood withering in exchange for the extension of life.

The soul can continue to be preserved in the decaying body, but the decay of the body means that the life function has stopped, and even if it can continue to live, it can no longer act as flexibly and freely as it once did, and in essence, it is an act of abandoning the basics.

It was nothing more than an unexpected joy, and the true joy of the night came from the record of the Well of Silence that had been dug up from the memories of Master Iter.