It is well known that the churches of good and neutral gods generally hold prayer meetings in the early morning, and believers will spontaneously gather at the temple at this time to pray to their gods. The priests renew their daily divinity in prayer.

On the contrary, in the churches of evil gods and demons, prayer meetings are held either at dusk or at midnight.

The common people knew the most rudimentary religious knowledge, and therefore they knew that as long as they saw some believers praying at dusk and evening, they should run as far as possible, otherwise they would easily be drawn into evil events and become the most pitiful cannon fodder, and no one would notice when they died.

Abel has been praying like this at dusk for two whole years.

In addition to being sick in bed and unable to walk, he would take out bone fragments every evening and draw a circle out of the blood of evil creatures, hoping to attract the attention of the powerful being through such prayers.

When Abel was at his worst, a pastor once told him how to pray. Of course, Abel knew that the object of his prayer might be some evil god, but he didn't care, as long as he could have great power, even if he gave his soul.

Abel was repeating the most basic prayer, a strange hymn. It took only a few minutes to complete the dusk ceremony, and Abel was about to leave the carriage when the white bone fragment placed on the wooden board suddenly burst into flames.

"Buzz"

Strange fluctuations spread, and Abel heard a burst of laugh that made him feel creepy.

"Hehehehehehe, is it you, a lowly mortal, calling out to noble Wilde?"

The white bone fragments burned out of the mist, and a feline head faintly appeared, with a sly smile on the face that looked like a tiger's head.

"Yes, yes." Abel shuddered.

"Open your soul. Welcome. I will implant a trace of root power in your mortal body......" the tigerhead said in a seductive tone.

Abel was just an ordinary coachman. And he prayed for two whole years, and now he got what he wanted, of course, he didn't realize that the other party was just deceiving him. If he knew what he was praying to, he might not open his soul easily.

But there are no ifs. Abel followed the guidance of the tiger man, closed his eyes, and emptied his body and mind.

A tingling sensation blooms in the center of the eyebrows.

The coachman was still praying for strength before he lost consciousness in the "...... of Power", but he has been asleep ever since.

Another ten minutes passed, and the corpse closed its eyes tightly. Suddenly, a pair of evil, gloomy eyes opened.

"I didn't think that near the purifier bloodliner, there was one of my disciples...... Haha, it may be that the lord is protecting me, in short, that bit of bloodline must be cut to the roots! ”

The coachman's appearance has changed, and his head has grown fine fur and whiskers, faintly revealing the appearance of a feline.

In addition, this evil existence has a subtle identity feature - his palm is actually the back of an ordinary person's hand. This means that he has no palms. The front and back of the palm are the back of the palm.

"Well, the costumes are too, and I need new clothes and accessories." The tiger-headed man swiped his fingers in the void, as if communicating with the hidden dimensional space, and not only changed into a silk robe. He also took out a staff of adamantite that looked very expensive.

"[Transfiguration]!"

The Tiger Man's Staff tapped lightly on the carriage, and the whole person suddenly changed back to the ordinary appearance of Mafu Abel. The staff was also hidden by him.

"Hehe, Purifier Bloodline Carrier, I'm here!"

The coachman, whose body had been occupied by a powerful being, stepped out of the back compartment with a blank face, and at this time, the sky outside completely darkened.

This powerful being seemed to have discovered the specific location of the purifier's bloodline before, and as soon as he got out of the car, he went straight to the core of the merchant camp.

"Abel?"

The steward of the merchant group who arranged the work for the coachman in front of him, pulled Abel, who was in a hurry, with an unkind face and just wanted to reprimand, but unexpectedly, the coachman suddenly turned around, and his eyes flashed with a mysterious red light.

Then the steward's expression went blank, and he turned and walked away like a wooden man, as if nothing had happened.

Abel continued to walk.

The camping area of the actual controller of the Silent Merchant Order was just ahead, and in the distance, Able could already see what he had seen through the prophecy spell.

The female vampire sat in front of the campfire, holding a dagger, staring at the dagger illuminated by the firelight.

"How about a [Dragon Breath] as a greeting gift?"

"Hey, it seems that this spell is too rough, how about [Flame Funeral]?"

"No, no, it seems too cruel to barbecue a beautiful lady, it's better to use [Dissociation], just turn into a pile of black ashes, and nothing will exist anymore......"

[Dissociation] is a six-ring transformation spell, and the player can unlock the sixth layer of the magic net by raising the cast level to lv25. But the parasitic body of this powerful existence has the ability to cast spells in the six rings, which shows the terrifyingness of his body.

Throwing spells requires distance. This will not change even to the Legend rank.

Abel, the coachman, walked briskly into the camp of the adventurer's team, and by the time Mahi looked up alertly, it was too late, and a thin green ray was reflected in the woman's constricted pupils.

The [Dissociation] ray was aimed directly at the tent where the 'purifier' bloodline carrier was located, because the curtain was not lowered, the tent door was open, and Able could clearly see the sorceress sitting cross-legged on the blanket and meditating inside.

The ray was precisely aimed at the tent door, and with a "snort" it flew away like lightning.

Mahi couldn't help herself, and a cold sweat broke out all over her body.

She was shaking. Her usually indifferent and expressionless face crept with fear. Mahi didn't know why. If her master, when he returned from the hunt, saw only the black ashes of the noble lady, the wrath of thunder would pour out on her. After all, she is now the protector of the noble lady.

Casey. Carol also opened her eyes without pupils. Pale golden eyeballs float in the sockets.

Her face contrasted sharply with Mahi's, very calm.

"Wind ......" Miss Noble spat out only a murmuring word, and then a breeze summoned by her blew towards the curtain at the door of the tent.

Phew.

The curtain fell instantly, and at this time, the green rays happened to hit the falling curtain, and with a snort, as the green rays disappeared, the whole tent turned into drifting dust in the light wind.

"Ahem."

The grim laugh that Abel had just let out was squeezed back into his throat again.

However, anyone who has mastered the [Dissociation] spellcaster knows that this spell will always only work on one target, whether that target is a living creature or a cold dead thing.

A powerful presence that had taken over the coachman's body, eyes full of anger, looked at the sorceress who had lost the cover of her tent and sat empty on a blanket, and also cast her gaze at him.

"You ......" The powerful being stared at the calm but hidden majesty of the face, his body trembled visibly, and suddenly he thought of the 'purifier' witch who had gone underground and almost wiped out his entire race a long time ago. (To be continued......)