"Only the second prison wing... it's barely okay."

Youwu looked over the resources of Soul Heaven and couldn't help but shook his head: "It's fine if there's no gods, but you took the gods of those stupid women. Broken Lake, Gospel, Soul Lock, Fairy Tale... The witch even has two gods! If I had the Soul Lock God, these Forsaken would have died long ago!"

"Tsk, the more I think about it, the angrier I get. What kind of idiot are you to not even eat the meat that's in your mouth? You don't even play a single good card in your hand!"

"If it were me, I would deal with them all first, and then instigate internal fighting among them. The female magician in this state is in high spirits, and it will be easier for her to summon gods. Whoever contributes more gods will be favored. Wouldn't it be easy to harvest a large number of gods..." Youwu muttered, "If it were the viewer, he would definitely do this. No, he would be more efficient and more secretive..."

He sighed: "So..."

"I met the Viewer, and you met Ash."

Youwu clasped her hands together and closed her eyes: "We all have bad luck, Vichy."

In the Soul Heaven, the "Soul Pressure" wonder quietly disintegrated, and together with the scattered magic spirits in the "Rain Demon Lair" gathered into a new wonder. The substitute magic spirit was watching from the side, but found that the Heart Sword magic spirit also flew in, and quickly took the initiative to apply to enter the new wonder. Youwu was very interested in watching, and reserved an extra place for the substitute magic spirit in the wonder, it didn't matter if it had it or not.

The new wonder looks like a steel throne with swords inserted into it, with a dark green figure sitting on it. This is the new wonder that Youwu built based on the Heart Pen.

"Heart Hunter Throne"!

Youwu pointed his finger, and a faint light streaked across the sky from his fingertips, leaving behind a dark gray trail. The ink trace drew a huge circle around the Forsaken. When the circle was closed, the dark ring shrank at high speed, strangling the Forsaken who could not dodge in time. The broken souls flowed along the ink trace into Youwu's gauze clothes, adding a bit of dark color to him.

The Forsaken Legion immediately took the correct countermeasures. They stopped gathering together and stopped being on the same level, in order to reduce the risk of being trapped as much as possible. They believed that this powerful spectacle could not be performed more than once.

But how could they guess the wonders produced by the Supreme Soul based on their past combat experience? The most powerful part of the Heart Hunter Throne was that it consumed very little energy, because it did not rely on the source power consumed by the demigod, but was linearly related to the soul of the magician.

This is why Youwu wants to split the "Soul Pressure", because there are several key magic spirits in it that can bind the power of the heart sword with the soul's foundation!

In the whole hell, no one's soul foundation can surpass Ash, not even the soul demigods... Ash, who possesses the soul heaven, his soul foundation is already at the level of a god!

Not to mention that Youwu was playing as a substitute. Even if the demigods reacted immediately and tried to resist with soul miracles, he could constantly fine-tune the frequency of the "Heart Hunter Throne", find their most vulnerable gaps, and easily crush their souls!

An extremely absurd scene appeared above the sea: Youwu was sitting in the sky, and as his fingers slid, the arrogant demigod legions fell one after another, like a swarm of mosquitoes being hit by an electric mosquito swatter, or like rice being harvested by a sickle.

When the sea above and below was dyed crimson, the mist was wafting in the sea of ​​blood, as if it had become the only lonely ghost in hell.

That's right, you are so lowly that you have no right to share the sky with me.

If a tyrant draws a circle on the map, countless subjects will die.

But Youwu is not satisfied with killing. If you have to be picky, he is not a person who kills indiscriminately. He just needs the souls of others, but others are often unwilling to hand over their souls, and are unwilling to die, so Youwu has to give them a little help.

Thousands of souls gathered towards Youwu. He was not in a good mood, so all these ghosts had to be executed. Flesh and blood festering, nails turned up, nose bones collapsed, limbs twisted... Hundreds of tortured souls screamed in despair above the sea of ​​blood. The scene was bloody and the atmosphere was horrifying, but Youwu closed his eyes in relaxation.

His most comfortable environment is hell, especially the hell he created with his own hands.

Now all the Forsaken are dead, and no new Forsaken will appear for the time being. The Stomach of the Great Snake was only stimulated by the smell of the Death Maniac, so it sent out so many Forsaken. For it, Ash was just a small virus that it dealt with easily... Since the Death Maniac did not continue to stimulate it, the Stomach of the Great Snake would naturally not overreact.

But if they want to interfere with reality, they can only borrow Ash's body, otherwise Ouroboros will be furious because of their smell. Theoretically, this giant snake has no emotions, but after a long period of torture and pursuit, they successfully made the giant snake learn what hatred is.

Youwu glanced at the ghosts surrounding him and lost interest in torturing them. With a wave of his hand, they melted away like ice cream in the most extreme pain.

In fact, Youwu was willing to help Ash leave some ghost reserves, but unfortunately these were the souls of the forgotten people, and they could not exist outside the stomach of the snake. Even after a while, they would naturally degrade, just like a discarded plastic bag, and nothing would be left.

At the same time, the spectacle of the "Dark Demon Form" completely collapsed, and most of the magic spirits were exhausted and destroyed themselves. Youwu could use despair to threaten the exhausted magic spirits to burst out 120% of their efforts, but the price was that they would inevitably die suddenly... But what did it matter? It was just a bunch of magic spirits anyway.

But this way, I can finally go to Vichy--

Boom!

You Wu's body trembled, and a look of reluctance appeared on his cruel and violent face: "Give me another ten minutes... Three minutes, three minutes should be fine... One minute is fine, let me say a few words to her..."

He seemed to have lost all his strength, his virtual wings folded up, and he fell straight into the blood-red ocean.

"sea breeze……"

Ash opened his eyes and murmured softly, "It is indeed very comfortable."

Pah. With his soul so exhausted that he didn't even want to move a finger, Ash let himself fall into the lightless deep sea. However, in the dark depths of the sea, he could still smell the strong smell of smoke.

He looked at the death madman falling with him, and suddenly felt like he was seeing his creditor in the bathhouse.

"25%, I'll take it." Death Maniac said calmly.

Ash looked at her with questioning eyes, but did not speak. Death Maniac retracted his gaze and exhaled a perfect smoke ring: "You will soon know what you have lost. Not power, not life, but..."

"Yourself."

…

…

When the sunlight squeezed into his eyes, Ash subconsciously let out a lazy snort and turned his head to avoid the light.

After a while, his nose moved and he smelled a faint scent of honey. His eyes opened slightly and he was now face to face with the maid, so close that their noses were almost touching.

Vichy was sleeping soundly beside him, her long pink hair spread out on the pillow. The sunlight fell on her face, giving it a milky luster. Each of her eyelashes seemed to be covered with frost of condensed light, and the lively light danced and flickered on the tip of her small and cute nose.

Ash stared at her blankly, lowered his head, and saw the deep ravines formed by the two soft lumps in the maid's bra. He pondered for a while and decided to take a look first.

"Don't you want to touch it?" A lazy, teasing voice came from the side.

Ash suddenly shuddered, blushing as he looked at Vichy, seemingly at a loss. Vichy blinked and suddenly realized, "Don't worry, Sword Princess and the others are not behind you. Only I know that you, Master, peeked at my body... No, you have already peeked openly, the only thing missing is to untie my clothes with your eyes."

"Sword Princess..." Ash blinked, "Where did they go?"

"It's almost noon now. They saw that you were still asleep this morning. Today is the opening day of the nearby black market for magic spirits, so they went to see if there were any suitable magic spirits." Wei Xi supported her cheeks. "You can tell them about your experiences in hell when they come back, so that you don't have to repeat it twice."

"Um."

"Do you want to sleep again?"

"……Um."

"Want a good morning kiss?" Vichy grinned, revealing his evil little fangs.

Logically, Vichy shouldn't play dangerous jokes when she and Ash are alone, because Ash has proven many times before that he is capable of killing her. But after thinking about it for a night, Vichy found that Ash was selective in his counterattacks. Compared with "love", he made Vichy helpless in "desire". If Vichy insisted on playing dirty jokes with him, he would really fight back.

So Vichy wanted to try to tease him from the perspective of 'love'. She was sure that Ash would never show any love. In her mind, Ash would either turn his head and refuse, or fight arrogantly. Either way, she could further test Ash's bottom line.

However, Ash's reaction was beyond her expectations. He looked at her with wide eyes, hugged the blanket tightly in his arms, said nothing, pursed his lips, like a little raccoon who had let down all his guard... Vichy was stunned. It was the first time that she did not see a hint of vigilance in Ash's eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, she lifted her hair and leaned over to gently peck Ash's lips. It was very soft and comfortable. Last time when they kissed wetly, her attention was completely attracted by Ash's skills and she didn't taste Ash's taste carefully at all.

But this didn't test Ash's bottom line at all. Vichy rolled his eyes and said, "It's your turn."

"ah?"

"Good morning kisses are mutual. It's etiquette. I gave it to you, and now it's your turn to give it to me." Vichy said nonsense casually, his eyes fixed on Ash's attitude.

This time I didn’t even give you a chance to be passive, but you still rejected me decisively. Let me see your bottom line!

But Ash neither refused nor was decisive. He hesitated for a long time before slowly reaching out to Vichy. He was so cautious, always paying attention to Vichy's expression, as if he would cover himself with the quilt and curl up if Vichy showed a hint of displeasure.

His movements were so stiff as if he was getting intimate with a maid for the first time, and nervousness was written all over every hair.

For some reason, Vichy also became nervous and waited motionlessly for Ash to approach, but she had the urge to run away. As a demigod of prophecy, she suddenly had a strange intuition - now was her last chance, and if she didn't run, she would be finished.

Ash gave her enough time to escape. Vichy's desire to escape was growing with every second, but perhaps out of self-esteem or self-confidence, she suppressed her inner impulse.

However, the moment Ash's fingertips touched hers, Vichy's sense of danger exploded to the extreme. She completely let go of her boring pride and wanted to jump up from the second floor like a rabbit... But she couldn't do it, because Ash hugged her neck and kissed her lips lightly.

There was no extra intimacy, and it separated immediately after the touch. It was almost a polite kiss, and Vichy didn't even have time to feel it. Logically, she shouldn't have any thoughts, but the problem was... this was a kiss without any reason.

Not to search memories, not to delve into clues, just an ordinary, pure expression of emotion...good morning greetings.

"I'm going to prepare lunch and put the drinks on the bedside table!"

Vichy got up, opened and closed the door in one go, and fled the bedroom at the speed of a demigod, leaving only a hurried lunch notice, as if she loved cooking so much.

Ash pondered for a moment, picked up the can of milk coffee on the bedside table, and went to open the window. The temperature outside was still very low, but the gentle warmth of the sun blowing on his face with the breeze was quite comfortable.

"So comfortable." He gulped down a big mouthful of milk coffee and said softly, "It's good to be back."

Ash sat on the bed, looking up at the pattern on the ceiling, and exhaled lightly: "She knows Sword Princess and the others... She will stay by my side and wait for me to come back... Besides, I do have feelings for her in my heart..."

"That is to say, she should be someone close to me..."