"Soul hymn, old god stick, you can't be mistaken, right? Since the mysterious disappearance of the god of souls during the Great War of Nations, the Soul God Cult has collapsed, and everything about the soul god has long been lost on the mainland? How can you be sure that this song is a soul hymn?" Zambit looked full of disbelief. As an alien race that never took the Lord of Light into account, the Troll Warriors did know a little more about the legends of the other twelve main gods than the average person.

"I ...... Absolute...... No...... Mistake!" Coughren gasped. Under the protection of the Eye of Light pendant, the divine power of the soul god could not cause him to erode his divine power, but the divine power that was incompatible with his beliefs made him very uncomfortable. As soon as this beautiful melody sounded, Kauflen immediately heard this soul-throbbing song, the lyrics of which were long-lost soul words.

Under the suppression of the Holy See, the soul language has long been extinct on the mainland, and even in the Holy See, only this former cardinal archbishop has had the privilege of reading some books about the soul language in the secret collection of the Holy See, so he can distinguish this song from the rumored soul hymn.

Kauflen could clearly feel that all the soul powers in the entire dungeon, whether it was from the sheepskin scroll or from the refined bronze serpent, were affected by the soul hymn and began to become more active. The thin layer of lilac mist was the result of a subtle reaction between the soul hymn and the soul's divine power.

The only thing that made Kaufron feel a little uneasy was the more active soul divine power stimulated by the soul hymn, which seemed to have reduced his oppression on himself a lot, and even made him feel a faint feeling of pain and happiness, as if the soul divine power was very suitable for his body, and the pain he had suffered before was only the result of the conflict between the light and the spiritual power in his body.

Coughren couldn't figure out why this would happen, for normal people, the result of the confrontation between the two divine powers could only be to explode and die, at least like Celent would suffer the erosion of divine power, but none of these signs appeared on him, except for some normal pain, Coughren even felt that his body was much stronger because of this, and the soul divine power was more like refining his body.

No one noticed the strange appearance on Coughron's face due to the physical changes, and everyone's attention was focused on the lilac mist caused by the hymn to the soul.

The soul light that emanated from the sheepskin scrolls in the mist around Celent dissipated at some point, and the vortex of soul light disappeared with it.

Losing the suction behind him, the body of the little bronze snake drooped to the ground like a soft noodle, and Cross, who was completely intoxicated by the hymn of the soul, had long forgotten to take this opportunity to escape.

A figure appeared in the mist and walked up to the small bronze snake, leaned over and took it in his hand, and stroked it gently. Celent noticed that the soul hymn was sung from the mouth of this figure.

After being reminded by Coughron, Celent couldn't help but think of the sacred hymns that Alfie did best. Alfie was the only bard Serent had ever heard of who could single-handedly sing sacred hymns and reach the point of attracting the divine power of the Lord of Light.

Don't...... Listening to the voice, which felt more familiar and familiar to him, a bold conjecture came out of Serent's heart irrepressibly.

Could it be that his own soul resurrection spell just now had worked? Has Alfie been resurrected? Thinking of this, Septant desperately wanted to see through the mist in front of him and see clearly whether it was Alfie who grabbed the little bronze snake.

The lilac mist was like a mischievous child who was deliberately mischievous, but it was faint but surrounded the man, so that Celent could never see him for what he really was. But from that familiar figure, Celent could basically conclude that it was Alfie himself.

Alfie Celent was about to shout, but the man waved his hand and motioned for him to stop talking for the time being.

When the man came to Serent, he stopped singing the hymn to the soul, and said to the little bronze serpent with a teasing touch, "Not bad, Mr. Cross. I didn't think you'd use a trick. ”

"This voice is—the damned bard? how is this possible, isn't he already dead under the arrow of the soul?" Awakened by this familiar voice, Cross was shocked to find that he had been caught by this man along with the little bronze snake. What made Cross even more horrified was that he felt that the soul power contained in the refined copper snake was firmly suppressed by this person and could not be invoked.

"No, no. Although the voice is almost identical, this person is definitely not that hateful fellow!" Cross, who was extremely struggling in his heart, inadvertently saw the true face of the person who caught him under the mist through the snake eyes of the fine bronze snake, and was immediately stunned.

Although the figure of the person in the mist was similar to Alfie's, it became unrecognizable, Alfie's original flaxen-colored hair turned pitch black, the small freckles on her face disappeared completely, and her facial features were completely different from before. Cross's brain was a mess of porridge, and with his pitiful IQ, he couldn't figure out what was going on with Alfie.

"Mistress Cross looked surprised. Ah, I see, the snake eyes of the little bronze snake have the ability to see through all the fog, so you saw it, right? But it's a pity, I'm not in the mood to explain anything to you. You just need to remember that attacking me with soul arrows is the biggest mistake you've ever made in your life. If you have the chance, see you in the next life. Cross saw the suspicious Alfie creature in the fog smiling devilishly at him, and immediately felt his scalp tingle, and a sense of impending end enveloped his body.

"Wait a minute, are you Alfie?" shouted Cross, wriggling desperately.

"It's like a fake. Now you can go about your mission with confidence. After Alfie finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, and despite Cross's desperate struggle, he gently placed the small bronze snake in his hand on the sheepskin scroll in Selent's hand.

After hearing the conversation between the two, everyone in the dungeon was shocked by Alfie's sudden resurrection. At this moment, they saw a dazzling dark yellow light suddenly light up from the place where the small bronze snake and the sheepskin scroll touched, and countless lilac soul divine texts rolled in the light, and a soul divine power that was many times more powerful than before shrouded the entire Wick Castle.

The castle, which had already collapsed, seemed to be unable to withstand this tremendous pressure under the oppression of the soul divine power, and countless pieces of rubble and sand seeped down from all over the castle, and it seemed that the entire castle could collapse at any time.