Chapter 1795

Eifilar and Xu Yichen appeared at the port of ophylar Island 7.

This is a large-scale port. It was originally built to facilitate the berthing of warships of the same class as the black ships. However, no one maintained it for nearly two years. At this time, the port has become quite down and out.

"It seems that there have been visitors here since you left." Xu Yichen's eyes stay on several stranded boats. In the reef area hundreds of meters away from the port, the wreckage of a black ship can be seen in the wind and sun, leaving only three masts above the water.

"Maybe after I left, the monastery sent people here to try to clean up the demons." Ephrail looked at all this with sadness, but they obviously failed.

At the end of the harbor, several huge bird cages containing human remains are suspended from the beams, and the metal friction makes a whine as the wind swings back and forth.

Judging from the clothes and metal ornaments on the wreckage, the people who died in the cage were nuns.

The monasteries that eifilar served were called Temple Abbey. The magnificent monasteries were built along the highlands of the island, as huge as a small town. There was a smooth road leading from the port to the monastery.

Of course, the road is now muddy because of no maintenance. Along both sides of the road, Xu Yichen and eifilar found many nuns' bodies.

Some of them are so crawling on the ground, have been integrated with the earth, and others are nailed to the wooden poles beside the road, apparently deliberately tortured to death.

There are also destroyed siege machinery, which proves that the fighting nuns were also prepared at that time, but their enemies were obviously better than others.

Both Xu Yichen and eifilar can feel the fluctuation of the spiritual power from the monastery, and the powerful power constantly creates ripples in the psychic sea.

It has both the taste of color and evil, and the taste of treachery.

In the darkened monastery, a nun in three-point armor looks through the observation hole with her only one eye.

"Do you see clearly, sister?" "How many people are there?" asked another ugly woman with shriveled skin, covered with blasphemous symbols, and naked? Is there a man? Or a beautiful young woman! "

"Quiet!" The one eyed nun turned her arm to an incredible angle and slapped her companion in the face: "there are only two people, but you have everything you want! I'm afraid they'll break your teeth

"My teeth are fine! As long as I can return to my youth again, I can bite anything The ugly nun got up from the ground and limped into the depths of the monastery. "I'm going to inform your Lord that there's a living man coming."

They were fighting nuns who chased a group of mutinous mages a year ago. However, their black boat was overturned by a storm in front of the real master of the island. All the surviving sisters were either killed by the mutinous mage who landed in advance, or were bewitched by the demons in the monastery.

What's interesting is that the mages who fled to the island also failed to escape the disaster. These mages found the relevant documents of ephrail from the waste paper pile, and they were very interested in the existence of the artificial witch.

Unfortunately, they could not provoke the far south occupied by the SELIS and the witches who had been promoted to legend. They had to venture into Ophelia No. 7 Island, trying to find out how to borrow the power of power from the remains of the island.

The faces of the mages are now sewn together, next to the sisters of ephrair.

It's just different from the clerical nuns who have been persisting in resisting the great devil. These mages fell quickly. They came to seek power shortcut, and they have got it now.

In the depth of the monastery, a sphere about two meters in diameter, made up of human bones, is covered by the faces of mages. The skin of these masters is very tough and can withstand pulling, and the original area is not small. Therefore, only 14 mages' faces cover the whole sphere tightly.

"Donald, can you stop using public resources to recall the details of your open meetings at the slave farm?" An empty face shakes the air with psychic power: "we are tired of watching your nightlife. Can we change channels?"

"He's just a fool. Wait, there's someone out there, friends." Another face suddenly trembled: "I feel amazing power fluctuations. Can we use our intelligent brain to calculate the possibility that we can use their bodies to get out of trouble?"

"We don't have a brain anymore. We're thinking with our souls." Another face expressed his opinion.

They have been trapped in this ridiculous sphere as a whole for more than a year. They have prayed for the mysteries of the sorcerer king like an evil god, and have obtained the seeds of this power from the evil gods.

The big demons of lust and sin sewed their faces and souls together with full of joy, allowing them to think together and concentrate on the power of their souls to determine their spiritual power.

Although half of the mages' souls collapsed in the process, the highly skilled demons sewed the fragmented soul fragments back, not a bit.Like the idiot named Donald, other mages have always felt that he has something missing, or that the great devil has sewed more when he is sewing his soul. He often uses 24-hour continuous vivid pictures to play his young private life for fun.

"That's not the point. Do you feel that one of the souls seems special." One face tries to put things right, but in the messy quarrels of other souls, they can do nothing as usual.

The ugly nun stumbled into the basement and knelt down in the middle of an altar full of human bones. Ignoring the "mage ball" in the distance, she prayed to the demon of Lust: "great and obscene master, your most loyal servant has found two foreigners. They are so fresh and beautiful. I hope you can give me their bodies! ”

the demon, who was first imprisoned here in the temple monastery, and finally occupied and corrupted it, slowly wakes up. A huge black shadow emerges from the wall, and a pair of purple eyes are inlaid on the shadow: "who dares to wake me up..."

the latter part of the devil's words is like a rooster swallowing a shell egg, swallowing with purring voice Go down.

With this strange sound, the purple flame burning in the monastery extinguished one by one, and the shadow on the wall was shrinking and finally disappeared into nothingness.

"Our master has escaped?" A face on the mage's ball said to himself.

"Fake news!" Donald muttered and continued to play his little color film.

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