Chapter 680： One soul

"thanks, thanks…"

Elder Eya has forgotten that she heard this sentence on the first few times today.

She was commissioned by Qiao Xiu to treat the inhabitants of these devils. In the impression of Elder Eya, the devil should be full of chaos and disorder, but in fact it is completely different from the elders of Enya.

The city is very similar to the atmosphere of Arthurcro, the whole city is gradually weakening, but the residents are trying to make it better.

Residents of the Devils removed some of the succubus's way of speaking, making Elder Eya uncomfortable, and other civilians were quite friendly.

"Please let the next patient come in."

Eon Eya said in front of the monitor wearing black clothes.

She is still thinking about what the **** man said, but it didn't affect the work she was on.

The next figure who walked into the treatment station was also a monitor. The look of the watcher looked very pale and should be a chaotic demon.

Elder Eya summoned the vines to the monitor with an inscription.

"Hold it," said Ena, the elder.

The monitor briefly hesitated for a while, or reached out and held the roots that the Enya elders summoned.

The fog was gradually absorbed by the vines from his body, and the elder Eya seemed to purify the fog in front of him, but in the next second the monitor suddenly released his hand.

"Your treatment is not over yet."

"No... I feel much better."

The watcher grabbed the hand he was holding the vine and walked straight out of the treatment station.

At the moment he stepped out of the treatment station, there was pain in the palm of his hand that pierced the nails like a needle tip.

‘Monet! I only let you test the elves, not letting you touch the vines! Do you want to kill me? ’

In his mind, a very violent female voice sounded, and he immediately apologized to himself with his own consciousness.

‘I’m sorry, Claire’s sister...’

‘The intelligence of the elves has been collected. Now, take a rest and go back to the stronghold! ’

The female voice in his mind gave him the next order. He looked around and saw that no watchers were watching him and rushed toward the Devil King City.

Located in the residential area near the city wall in the Devil's City, he returned to his nominal home and then opened the carpet on the ground with an active floor underneath the carpet.

After he removed the floor, a ladder leading to the ground was exposed to him.

'Faster! ’

The voice urged in his mind made him rush into the basement, and after entering the basement he took off his watcher's clothes.

This is a sturdy and strong middle-aged man with a splayed goatee under his nose, from his chest to the abdomen.

‘Damn! Monet, I am not letting you wear underwear for this body? Also remember to shave his beard. ’

‘Sister, I think this beard is pretty...’

‘Scratch! ’

In his mind, the female voice said in a commanding tone, the middle-aged man trembled.

"understand."

After agreeing with a heavy voice, he suddenly caught his abdomen in pain.

The middle-aged man had a lot of gray fog on his body, which gradually formed the illusion of two spirits.

"Monet, I am going to contact the Coinco bishop soon, you don't have to do anything extra!"

One of the bodies with a female figure pointed to the spirit of another male named Monet.

"Sister Claire, Mr. Pestel has something to do with me on the newsletter."

"Pest...Adult? Monet, you forgot why we became like this?"

The spirit named Claire heard that her brother used the ‘big man’ to call a blood family. She wanted to grab the other's clothes in anger, but the translucent hand crossed his chest.

No matter how many times... Claire can't get used to the fact that he has already died.

"Monet, we used this body to come to the devil world for revenge! Not for you to make friends with those **** demons!"

After giving herself the warning of her useless brother, Claire flew directly to an altar of stone in the middle of the basement.

In the center of the altar is a skull of an unknown creature. Clary sang an ancient spell. The skull of the skull overflowed with a gray flame, and the blood ran down from the altar.

"Where is the spread of God's punishment."

There was an old, hoarse voice in the skull.

“The land where the demons can cultivate has been completely eroded. If not the traitors provided food for these demons, these demons were already swallowed up by God.”

Claire was half-hearted in front of the skull.

"What is the elf of the Coinco, the elf who smeared the sinful ability? Do you want to deal with it secretly?"

"No need, the magic of the high elves can't completely purify the fog. This will expose your whereabouts, remember... you only have one purpose to crouch here."

"Follow," said Claire.

"Clyly, do you and your brother feel that there is something wrong with it?" The skull silenced for a while and then uttered aloud to ask about their situation. "The power that the gods have given me can only implant your soul into the demon." In the body, you must have been humiliated as a saint."

"It is the most humiliating thing in my life to kill by the devil. Coinco Bishop... If our sacrifice will completely purify the demon world, it is our pleasure."

The skull stopped talking, and Claire heard a voice at this time. When she turned around, she saw that the burly chaotic demon had acted again.

The chaotic demon appeared in front of the magic net interface, and the other hand held a mouse with the original spar.

During the time when Claire and Gainko were chatting, he had successfully logged into a game called The Holy Spirit.

He is lying on the ground to complete this series of actions, because the chaotic demon's legs have no intuition.

"Monet!"

Claire saw this scene angry and wanted to go over this waste brother who only knows how to play the magic net game.

"Pest...she said she is coming to us."

Monet took a moment when Claire came over and read a message in the list of friends of the Holy Spirit.

"The blood family is looking for us... what do you expose?"

"Calm, Claire..."

The voice of Bishop Coinko calmed her down, and she closed her eyes and gradually disappeared into the basement.

The chaotic demon who had fallen to the ground in the next moment stood up again with both hands and stood up.

"Someone is near our stronghold, no... more than one person."

The chaotic demon picked up the long sword hanging on the basement wall, and a large number of original spar inscribed with a large number of inscriptions were put into the pocket.