"Send Glidon's soul here, although it is unclear what his purpose is."
"But since he chose to attack us, we naturally have to make him pay a price."
"Do you really think that we, the Abyss Cult, can do nothing to him like those useless leeches?"
At this point, the middle-aged gentleman showed a hint of sarcasm.
The rats in the gutter should have stayed hidden, but they actually dared to come out and interfere with their plans. Did they really think it was tens of thousands of years ago?
He admitted that the remnants of the Dark Night from tens of thousands of years ago were indeed qualified to be compared with their Abyss Cult.
But are they worthy now?
Does he really think that just because he can play hide-and-seek, no one can do anything to him?
Then he underestimates our Abyss Cult.
It's time to wake up the remnants of the old times. The current Abyss Cult is no longer someone they can afford to mess with.
The man in black robe was not stupid, so when he heard his apostle mention the remnant of the Dark Night, he instantly understood why Graydon's soul was blank.
That is a hidden power. In other words, the one who killed Gleeton was the remnant of the darkness!
After realizing this, the man in black robe quickly accepted the order of his apostle and went out to get Graydon's soul.
He can do it to us, and we can do it to them.
There is no such thing as alliance or friendship among cultists.
After a while, the middle-aged gentleman looked at the illusory figure in the center of the dark green flame in front of him, who was wailing and screaming, and said in a cold tone:
"I envy you, so I curse you. Your limbs will be broken, your heart will wither, your soul will fall into the abyss, and your body will be devoured by sin."
He was using the soul in front of him as a medium to cast a curse through the air.
It was easy for him.
On the other side, Eros, who was using his cane to divine and continue looking for the zombie, suddenly felt a malicious force coming from afar.
Just as he was carefully sensing what was happening, the malice suddenly disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never appeared.
"Someone is cursing you!"
Just as Eros frowned and thought, Barbara's crisp voice sounded in his ears.
Eros nodded and said, "I know. I was just wondering who has so much free time."
In the dim and gloomy room, the middle-aged gentleman looked at the curse taking shape with a hint of contempt on his face.
Remnants of the Night? Nothing special, enjoy the pain brought by the curse, this is the price you pay for provoking me!!!
[Good news! I passed the simulated test of Subject 1 on the software with a score of 91!!!]
Thanks for the gift, Werewolf Baby!
Do you have any useless electricity for love? I want to ask for some qaq, please give me some electricity for love, it's free, I don't allow you to waste it, qaq
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