Chapter 138: I'm Here for You
If there were anyone else trapped in this huge pit in the ground at this moment, they would have seen a greenish-black face suddenly emerge from Saul's face, like a mask.
This mask instantly drew and elongated, turning into a thin black stream that shot toward the underground darkness.
The tail of the thin stream was connected to Saul's five senses. After the thin stream shot out, it became thinner and thinner.
However, it was as thin as a hair, but it was never torn off.
Saul, who was hidden in the depths of his consciousness, looked at this unbroken connection with a somewhat grave expression.
"It seems like it won't be that easy for me to snatch back my body afterward."
Suppressing the Evil Spirit's main consciousness several times had caused Saul's spirit to begin to tire as well.
Even if Saul was able to utilize his spirit ester to absorb the energy of the Evil Spirit, and even if this body had an innate suitability for Saul's soul, this battle for survival wasn't going to be easy.
It could even be said to be incomparably arduous.
Just as Saul once again realized that the odds of winning this big gamble were touchy, the thin black stream that had flown into the dark crypt finally returned.
It contracted rapidly, and the tip was reflected in Saul's eyes.
The original greenish-black ghost face unexpectedly split into two, transforming into two identical human faces.
The mouths of the human faces were wide open, each biting a person.
It was none other than the escaping Bill and Wright.
The two were miserable at the moment.
Wright was bitten in the calf and fell to the ground dragging back, his blood mixed with dirt drawing a long trail.
At his bitten calf, channels of ice crystals had formed, extending to both ends.
And Bill was even worse.
I don't know what he did, but he was bitten by the strange face on his throat. By now the ice had spread to his chin, freezing his face blue.
He struggled to tear at the ghostly face, but he couldn't even touch the evil spirit, so he had to try to pick at the frozen ice on his neck.
But every time he grabbed off a handful of ice shavings, more ice crystals were created.
By the time Ghostface dragged him to Saul, the otherwise powerful and arrogant Bill was dying.
Finally, Ghostface let go of the two and returned to Sol.
The evil spirit craned his neck twice, readjusting to his human body.
He crouched down and pressed one hand to Bill's face.
Bill, who knew exactly what was going to happen next, finally showed a look of despair.
His mouth and nose were pressed by the evil spirit and he whimpered as if trying to say something.
Unfortunately, the evil spirit had no intention of communicating with him.
Just then, Saul suddenly grabbed control of his body once again.
He looked at Bill, who was under his palm, and asked in a low voice, "When we were underground, it was clear that the evil spirits hadn't caught up with us yet, so why did you lure me into the passage to the left? Why did you have to sacrifice me?"
Bill's pupils contracted like pinpoints as he looked at Saul incredulously.
Wright on the side also heard Saul's questioning, and he who could still move sat up at once.
"You, you're Saul?" Wright's voice was mixed with a large amount of shock and a small amount of joy.
But Saul didn't pay any attention to Wright and just asked again.
"Why?"
Bill's eyes began to flicker and he moved his mouth as if trying to argue.
But Saul stared into his eyes and suddenly let out a laugh, "It seems you are not going to tell the truth."
As soon as the words fell, Bill watched as the person in front of him suddenly changed his demeanor, and his smile changed from mockery to distortion.
Bill's eyes widened as he seemed to suddenly understand something, but he was too late to say anything.
The evil spirit ripped out his soul with one hand.
Bill's soul wasn't as clear and solid as Herman's, but he was struggling too.
He was resigned to the fact that it was just a trial trip, but how did it turn into the end of himself?
Bill tried to run outside, not even wanting his own body.
If Saul could turn into an evil spirit, why couldn't he?
Unfortunately, Bill, who hadn't studied spirits deeply, didn't realize that running outwards would only keep draining his fragile spirit body.
Wright on the side watched as Bill was swallowed by the evil spirit.
With extreme fear, it surprisingly calmed him down a little. "This evil spirit can't be Saul. He's a second level apprentice, even if he turns into an evil spirit, he can't be this powerful right away."
"Saul's consciousness didn't immediately dissolve after he was devoured, and he actually persisted until now? How did he do that?"
It was a pity that although the earth attribute sorcery that Wright specialized in had buried many people, he had never exorcised a spirit.
And the little bit of low-rank sorcery he had learned to combat evil spirits was unable to cause effective damage to the enemy in front of him.
Seeing that the evil spirits were about to devour Bill's soul, Wright hastened to desperately recall, "If Saul can do it, there's no reason why I can't. Saul is still weak, he must have utilized some loophole! Danger comes from the unknown, danger comes from the unknown ... Wright, think fast ..."
"By the way, this is the Valley of the Drooping Hand, and that evil spirit is addressed as Lord Morton again. I remember that name in the intelligence of the Valley of the Drooping Hand. He is, he is ..."
As Wright was about to find the little aura of memory, the evil spirit let out a long breath and dropped Bill's body.
But after disposing of Bill, he was in no hurry to continue tackling Wright, who was on the sidelines.
He stood there, a thoughtful look appearing on his crazed face for the first time.
A few sudden interruptions of consciousness had made him notice a hint of something wrong.
At first the evil spirit didn't take it seriously; after all, he'd had a long, muddled life underground.
He was also clear that he was able to maintain his current strength, but it was actually because he had continuously devoured other evil spirits, grievous spirits, and even soul fragments underground.
This also caused the confusion in his consciousness, sometimes lucid, sometimes crazy.
But ever since he accidentally occupied this boy's body, his consciousness gradually recovered, and his sanity even began to prevail.
But within this short period of time, he had actually disconnected his consciousness several times in a row!
This was definitely not normal!
The Evil Spirit slowly curled the corners of his mouth, since he had discovered it, the problem was no longer a problem.
"Did you devour too many spirits in a short period of time? Hmph, restless guys."
Hearing these words, Sol, who was hiding in his consciousness to watch the show, ticked the corner of his mouth for a moment, then simply withdrew from his consciousness and climbed back into his diary to sit still.
Leaving this body to those confused bodies of consciousness for the time being.
The evil spirit slowly turned to Wright who was on the side.
The latter hadn't thought about the history related to Morton until now.
He tried to step back, but one of his legs was firmly grasped and couldn't move, his spirit power and magic power were exhausted, and the remaining props in his hand didn't have any that could cause damage to the evil spirit.
"Oooooooh, in my next life I will study hard ..."
The Evil Spirit looked at the man who had already despaired and twitched his mouth disdainfully.
"Since there are too many spirits, it's better to just kill you. Instead, it's cheaper for you."
The Evil Spirit raised his hand, and ice crystals condensed at his fingertips.
Just then ...
"Lord Morton!"
It wasn't the voice of the human-headed monster.
The evil spirit raised his eyes and saw a figure suddenly appear behind Wright.
This person also had the impression that he had appeared in the underground soul storm.
It just came to the surface and disappeared instead.
"Byron!" Wright had been waiting to die, but he didn't expect a familiar voice to suddenly appear behind him.
But when he looked back, he realized that it was only Byron's projection.
He hurriedly looked down and saw the same turquoise blue teleportation prop in his arms glowing.
"Byron, what time is he ...?"
Evil English stepped forward and kicked the sitting up Wright down, then stepped on it very naturally.
"You came to save him?"
Byron shook his head slowly, "As a matter of fact, Lord Morton, I'm here for you."
The third shift should be in the afternoon.
(End of chapter)