Cthulhu Gonfalon Chapter 52:

The black rune exudes a disgusting stench. Just smell it, at least the next meal will not be eaten. If the endurance and adaptability are a little bit worse, the next few No need to eat anymore.

After being hit by this thing, Ovira, who had been protected by magic from the whole body and had improved to an almost abnormal level, froze suddenly, and then let out a madly scream.

This roar is heart-piercing, it’s like someone saw her alive with a saw, but this is not enough to describe her pain, because the pain does not come from the flesh, but from The spirit comes from her soul.

The connection between her and God was forcibly cut off.

The orcs are a very strange race. In this race, all men, women, children, old and young, are all devout believers, without exception, even for newborn babies.

This is because when they were created, their souls were already tampered with. No matter how the blood is passed down from generation to generation, how the descendants reproduce from generation to generation, their souls already belonged, as if they were posted. It’s like a labeled commodity—someone once did an experiment to isolate a group of newly born orc babies from the entire orc society, allowing them to grow up without any occult knowledge at all, but with their As their intelligence grew, they naturally awakened their faith in the orc gods.

Of course, this situation is not absolute. In the growth of the orcs, it sometimes happens that for various reasons, they break away from the "label" on the soul. In this case, their appearance will remain the same, and their beliefs will not change, but the temperament of the whole person will be completely different, and it will become distinguishable at a glance.

The same is true for many orc hybrids. Their appearance is not much different from that of pure-blooded orcs. Many people also believe in the gods of orc gods, but as long as they are slightly experienced, they can clearly understand them. Distinguish from the orcs.

This is a very strange feeling. It's like you walk into a supermarket. All kinds of goods are clearly marked with prices. Many of them also indicate the origin and manufacturer, as well as many other information-orcs. The soul is like that. And those "three no products" without a "price" are usually referred to as "half-orcs".

The difference between an orc and a half-orc is not in lineage, not in appearance, but in the "label" on the soul.

In the society of orcs, half-orcs are discriminated against. They often have to make greater contributions, obtain greater achievements, possess stronger force, and accumulate more wealth in order to be able to receive treatment comparable to ordinary orcs. And those positions that are truly vital—for example, high-ranking priests—can only be orcs, not half-orcs.

As a high-ranking priest, Ovira is undoubtedly an orc, but when she is hit by a special magic using demon soul extract as a material, the power derived from the chaotic nature of the devil seems to become a wall, blocking On the faith channel between her and the **** "King of Ironhoes" she believes in, this originally unobstructed channel was temporarily cut off.

For ordinary priests and priests, this is nothing but a temporary inability to cast spells. But for the orcs, the channel of faith is cut off, which means that the "label" on the soul has temporarily disappeared.

At this moment, she felt that her soul was floating and helpless, like a dead leaf crushed by a tornado before it could land, and she was standing naked in the lava. It was burnt into scorched ashes in an instant; it was like falling into the extremely cold deep sea, turning into countless broken ice......

No! It is countless times more terrible than those! It is simply indescribable!

If it were an ordinary orc, perhaps he could resist this horrible feeling by his will. But Ovira is a high priest, and her connection with the gods is much closer than that of ordinary orcs. After being cut off by the profane rune, the pain is even more serious.

Ovira howled miserably, completely losing her fighting spirit.

Her pain didn't last long, Qiao Xiu leaned forward, picked up the harpoon, and a fork pierced her chest and took her heart straight.

In just an instant, the high-ranking priest died, but the soul that was supposed to go to the kingdom of the centaur was still affected by the profane rune, floating in the air and screaming blankly.

Although this situation will not last long, and the profanity rune will expire after a few seconds, Qiao Xiu's eyes brightened and he seized the opportunity keenly.

"Contain her soul!"

Shuang was a little puzzled. He didn't understand why Qiao Xiu said that, but he remembered his sister's explanation before leaving. "That guy Qiao Xiu is very cunning and has adventurous experience. When you are not sure what to do, follow him. Just do it", so he immediately took out a sapphire, cast a spell to grab the still groaning soul of Ovira, and imprisoned it inside.

"What do you want this for?" After finishing this, he was free to ask, "This gem is not cheap. If it is put into the soul, it will be discarded and it will not be sold for the price."

Qiao Xiu almost choked at what he said, and said with a wry smile: "Don't ask me for money, I can't afford this gem!"

"Forget it, take public funds for reimbursement." Shuang quickly found a way to make up for his losses, "This is war expenditure, use public funds!"

After solving this important problem, he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and then asked Qiao Xiu why he wanted to imprison Ovira's soul.

Qiao Xiu seized the opportunity to talk business and explained it to him.

In general, the current talent pool of Masked Void Church is extremely weak, and there are few masters who can do it. And for a strong man such as Ovira, even if only the soul is left, it is of great value in itself. His Majesty the Void Mask has the incredible ability to create a body out of thin air. Using this ability, he can completely recreate a body for Ovira. The flesh came out, and it was only stronger or weaker than the previous flesh.

"But her belief problem can't be solved, right?"

"For faith issues, I believe that your Majesty will have a way." Qiao Xiu said with a smile, "Although there is no evidence, I always feel that our Majesty is actually very powerful, and it is almost omnipotent. The reason why he can't do it. Many things, but I didn’t try to do it seriously."

Shuang thought for a while and nodded solemnly.

"Anyway, the wasted gems are also reimbursed by public funds. It doesn't hurt to try."

With public funds available for the bottom line, a duo with completely different focus on the problem can easily reach a consensus. They packed Ovira's body, cleared the traces of the battlefield, and then flew back again.

"Profane rune is really a good thing!" When they changed back to "Traveling Merchant Uncle and Nephew", Qiao Xiu couldn't help but sigh, "A powerful high-ranking priest, that's the end! It's as simple as that!"

"Each scroll costs four hundred gold coins, and the cost of each spell is two thousand gold coins. The value of the essence of the devil soul is not even counted-that one can't be bought at all." Shuang raised his eyebrows, "If you take the devil soul The essence is five thousand gold coins, which adds up to seven thousand four hundred gold coins...just the cost."

"Haha..." Qiao Xiu couldn't help but smile, "With this money, it would be more convenient to find a few killers to help..."

Anyway, their assassination plan got off to a good start, even though it's a bit of a dash of money to kill people.

In the western part of the wilderness empire, near the "Western Wilderness" area of ​​the Great Desert, Stil is also using her way to achieve goals.

The sturdy bearman roars of exhaustion, his huge eyes are rounded, his nose makes a sound like breathlessness, his muscles are tight, and beads of sweat run along his granite. The rock-like muscles rolled down, completely soaking the bed under him.

About a second or two later, his body suddenly softened completely, panting tiredly, as if he had just fought fiercely.

"Good job, good!" Steer smiled, leaning on him, "But, is it just that you are satisfied?"

"I...I can still..."

"Well, of course you can~"

After a while, the sound of physical collision and moist splashing sounded again, and the grunt of the bearman and Steer's smile were also mixed.

The next morning, the servant was horrified to find that the first master of the Western Desolate Orcs, the fourth seat of the priest group of the orc master **** "Heaven Swallowing Dog" church, and the legendary strong "Roaring Iron Arm" Belen. Sila died on her bed.

There were no scars on his body, and no signs of poisoning or cursing. The pastor and priests of the church carefully examined his body, and finally came to an embarrassing conclusion.

The cause of death of this strong man was excessive indulgence.

It wasn't that the succubus had absorbed the power of life, or the essence of the night witch. His body was still intact, the muscles were still strong, and the powerful force was still flooding his body.

He really just caused a serious overdraft because of excessive indulgence, and finally exhausted his strength and was exhausted.

This method of death was so embarrassing that he got home, and for a while became the laughing stock of the entire West Wilderness.

One of the most powerful figures under the command of the dignified orc lord, who can fight the dragon with bare hands, is exhausted because he can't control his lower body!

There are also many people who feel curious...The woman who has been able to make this knowledgeable peerless and powerful man who has lived for nearly five hundred years become so excited, she even forgets the state of her body and has been "diligently" until she died. What kind of premium is it?

"It would be great if I could spend the night with that woman!" In a tavern, a young adventurer sighed.

The older companion beside him laughed and cursed: "Don't be bullshit! Sir Shiraz is exhausted~ IndoMTL.com~ You still have a small body, and you still have one night? You died in the middle of the night, OK!"

"Oh! Being able to die in the belly of such a woman, my life will not be considered in vain!"

"That's what you have done!"

"Don't you want to?"

"I have a wife and children, why should I look for another woman?"

"Hey...the last time who mysteriously led me to the Void Mask Playground, he also said that the Church of the God of Joy has set up a high-end brothel over there, and there is also a'big sword' project, which should not be missed ..."

"Don't don't! Don't say this! I will be miserable if your sister-in-law hears it!"

"So, next time you entertain you?"

"...I have no money."

"Didn't you make a lot of money last mission?"

"Don't mention it..."

Listening to the conversation over there, a pink piglet who used a spell to hide his figure and was half-asleep in the corner smiled triumphantly.