Chapter 345 344. Picked up something that no one wanted...
"Your Majesty the Duke? Your Majesty the Duke?"
The skinny Malgas knelt anxiously at the edge of the magic circle, gently shaking Duke Sigismund, who was in the center of the magic circle with a dull look in his eyes and even drooling from the corners of his mouth, and prayed madly in his heart that this lord would not be completely broken.
“That shouldn’t happen!”
Looking around, the magic circle was littered with corpses, scarlet blood and gray brain matter soaking almost every rune. But three sacrifices still survived.
It was not because of a change of heart, but because the sacrifices were consumed too quickly. To be on the safe side, Malgas stopped the ceremony a little early to avoid letting Sigismund face the abyss by accident.
But now it seems...
"Could it be... that they both perished?"
Just when Malgas thought he had encountered the worst, the dazed Sigimund suddenly raised his head and roared with all his strength:
“1+1=3!”
It’s over! My brain is really broken! Malgas’ heart sank into the bottomless abyss in an instant.
However, the next moment, a flash of painful clarity suddenly flashed in Sigimund's scarlet eyes.
He first held his head tightly with both hands, howling in pain like a wild beast, then shook his head violently and stood up staggeringly.
"That's...that's great, sir! Are you...are you okay?" Malgas asked tentatively in surprise.
Sigimund suddenly stepped forward, holding Malgas's thin shoulders with both hands. His speech seemed to be affected, a little unclear, but his tone was extremely urgent: "Quick! Quick! Cut the soul! Do it now!"
"Why is this? My lord, you are still not conscious. Calm down!" Malgas thought that the Duke was still not conscious and tried to comfort him.
Sigimund, however, seemed to have finally gotten over the chaos and said hurriedly, "There's no time! The trap failed! He's still in my head! I can't hold on much longer, hurry!"
His tone was hurried but clear, and Malgas was truly convinced at this moment that this was not the Duke's insane nonsense.
But now, activate another Abyss Magic Circle immediately...
Not to mention whether Sigismund's soul, which had just suffered a severe blow, could withstand it, even Malgas himself was already exhausted at this moment, and he might not be able to withstand the backlash of the ritual!
"Hurry up! What are you waiting for?"
Malgas made up his mind and took out two bottles of medicine that was as thick as ink and emitted a pungent stench from his arms. He drank it without even looking at it!
Then, he almost dragged Sigimund and placed him in the center of another magic circle.
The moment the black light appeared on the magic circle, Malgas let out a shrill scream.
His left eyeball and half of his liver seemed to be instantly wiped out from both the material and spiritual levels by an invisible force, turning into two wisps of misty black smoke and disappearing without a trace.
Even if regenerative potions are used to grow organs again in the future, the permanent loss of this part of the soul cannot be compensated.
And Sigimund in the center of the magic circle also screamed, his soul was being torn apart!
…
Pah!
In this increasingly broken and crumbling dream, Sigimund was mercilessly beaten into a pool of blurred flesh by the huge tentacles.
However, not long after, the filthy thing struggled to re-assemble into the appearance of the Vampire Duke, but the outline was more illusory than before.
"Don't even think about... that easily..."
Snap——
There is no battle now, Lin Jun is just playing whack-a-mole.
The opponent's willpower was indeed stronger than expected, and he was still struggling to hold on, but his recovery speed and the clarity of the condensed entity were obviously gradually weakening.
Lin Jun was not in a hurry at all. It would not cause any harm to him to take a few more shots. It was just a good opportunity to vent his frustration after being frightened by the black hole.
Although it wasn't that dangerous, this guy actually dared to set a trap on him. Lin Jun hated traps the most!
Puji stomped the vampire flat again.
At this moment, Lin Jun suddenly thought of a problem. After fighting for a long time, he only knew that the other party was a vampire, but he didn't even know his name or his identity.
With so many tricks up his sleeve and the ability to create such bizarre traps, he can't be an unknown person, right?
If I just kill him like this, and I don't even know what the result is, wouldn't that be too unsatisfactory?
How about...stop for a moment and ask?
At this moment, the dream suddenly began to shake.
"What? You have a trap?"
Lin Jun was not too afraid. He thought he would use any good tricks he had as soon as he met the enemy.
Most of what we are using now are self-protection measures.
Click——
Along with the sound of shattering, behind Puji, the connection channel representing the "Strange Dream" began to peel off and collapse in large pieces like a broken mirror.
While Lin Jun was distracted observing the sudden change, Sigmund, who had just regained his form, leaned weakly against a cracked stone wall, gasping for breath: "Ha...ha...this time...you won! Mysterious guy! But sooner or later, I will find you! Sooner or later..."
"Huh?" Lin Jun was stunned. "What do you mean? Why does it sound like the story is coming to an end?"
"What?" Sigimund gasped, a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes. "Do you still want to stay in my mind and die with me? You don't even want your own body..."
"Ah! So that's what you mean!" Looking at the retreat route that was constantly crumbling and was obviously about to be completely disconnected, Lin Jun finally understood the other party's idea.
He seemed to regard this part as Lin Jun's entire soul power!
It’s really... It’s quite difficult to think about problems from the perspective of ants from time to time.
Lin Jun was no longer in a hurry to take pictures of him. Looking at his appearance, it would take some time to completely kill him.
Instead, Puji took two steps forward and sat down beside him, even swinging his huge short legs leisurely.
"Are you...are you crazy?!" The forced calmness and sarcasm on Sigismund's face collapsed in an instant, replaced by incredible astonishment, and his voice even changed tone.
…
The black light of the magic circle gradually dimmed. The dying Malgas raised his heavy head with difficulty. His only remaining eye looked nervously at the Duke standing quietly in the center of the magic circle. He prayed madly in his heart, praying that the Duke would not turn into a bloodthirsty, completely insane monster and kill him at will.
Time seemed to stand still.
After several minutes, Sigismund's body trembled violently, and he stood up slowly and stiffly like a puppet.
He first looked around blankly, as if he didn't recognize this mysterious ritual that he was so familiar with.
Then he lowered his head and stared at his slightly trembling hands, as if confirming something.
Then, under Malgus's horrified gaze—
"Ah! 123456789!" Sigimund suddenly recited a string of numbers in a strange tone as if he was just learning a language!
Then, he suddenly raised his head, his face lit up with an almost insane joy: "This is... ha... hahaha... hahahahaha! Clear vocal cords! Fresh... not-so-fresh flesh! This feeling... hehehehe!"
Sigimund seemed to have gone completely mad, laughing wildly for unknown reasons and opening his arms as if to embrace the whole world.
However, the next moment, his voice switched to another exasperated tone filled with anger and fear: "You lunatic! Get out! Get out of my mind!"
Then, the ecstatic tone suddenly came back: "Your brain! It's mine now! You should get out!"
(End of this chapter)
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