Chapter 125 Isn’t it just exploitation? Who wouldn’t?

Chapter 125 Isn’t it just exploitation? Who wouldn’t?

There are many ways to capture the essence of life, the simplest method is alchemy.

Once, Wayne drained the elemental space of the Lord of the Void, and the latter prepared to use alchemy to take back the four elements.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon is very powerful and can extract the thoughts, magic, and life essence of others for his own use. This was confirmed by Wayne when he fought against Sigma.

"It's too outrageous. If that's true, wouldn't he be invincible..."

Wayne sat cross-legged on the ground, crossing his arms on his chest and frowning as he thought. The Thousand-Eyed Demon's ability was ridiculously strong, even more so than his cheating.

The seven demon kings of hell do not have the position of the Thousand-Eyed Demon. They are at the middle level at most and are not considered the top demon kings of hell. This shows that the ability of the Thousand-Eyed Demon is strong, but there is an upper limit to the ability and cannot do whatever he wants.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the abilities of the Seven Demon Kings are even more terrifying.

"You'll know after you try it."

Wayne looked around and stretched out his claws towards Mona.

As soon as she touched her face, Mona jumped up on the spot, put one hand on the ground, and swept her whip leg, turning into a black line and hitting Wayne's neck.

The speed was very fast and the power was not weak. Before it hit, Wayne felt a gust of wind blowing in his face.

Snap!
He raised his hand and clasped his ankle, tightening his fingers like an iron clamp. Pain spread throughout his body along the nerves, and Mona couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"Don't be shy, it's just a touch on your face. When you fell asleep just now, I touched you all over your body." Wayne firmly grasped the role of the villain, picked up his lines easily, and felt that his acting skills were getting better and better.

I will debut another day and become a big star!

He stood up suddenly, stepped sideways, grabbed Mona's ankle, rounded it and smashed it to the ground.

The ancient city had been abandoned for many years, and the masonry was weathered and fragile. Mona held her hands in front of her face, the wind roaring in her ears, and she had a close contact with the earth, and half of her body sank directly into it.

Wayne held Mona's ankle, pulled her out of the rubble, and threw it on the ground like garbage.

Mona was panting and lying on the ground in a very inelegant posture. The last bit of strength in her body was drained, and she could only watch helplessly as the enemy stretched out its claws towards her.

Wayne knelt down and clasped Mona's face with his five fingers. Seeing the blazing eyes between his fingers, he said sullenly: "Don't be afraid, it's my first time too. I'll try not to hurt you."

Wayne used his newly acquired abilities to try to extract Mona's thoughts, magic and life essence.

Even in her heyday, her thinking and magic power were far different from Wayne's, let alone now. There is not much thinking and magic power left, and Wayne has gained very little, and he has not squeezed out much oil and water.

"I don't even want to give you this much for free."

Wayne tried several times, repeatedly extracting and injecting thoughts and magic power, and gradually became proficient in the newly acquired abilities.

The ability given to him by the Thousand-Eyed Demon is limited, and he cannot capture and control the mind as easily as Sigma. It is weakened in all aspects, so that it is extremely difficult for Wayne to control Mona's mind.

With a look of horror on her face, Mona realized that the enemy was trying to control her mind and said hurriedly: "You are a disciple of the Blood Lord. If he knows that you have betrayed your faith, the only thing waiting for you is destruction..."

"Shut up, if you keep talking nonsense I'll pull out your tongue."

Wayne repeatedly studied new abilities. After becoming proficient, the evil hand reached out to the essence of life, which was the four elements of earth, fire, water, and wind in Mona's body.

He does not lack magic power, nor does he lack the dispensable thinking. He only wants the essence of life. When the essence of life increases, thinking and magic power will naturally increase.

After all, foreign thinking and magic power are not as good as one's own insurance. Perhaps the Thousand-Eyed Demon cannot become the top demon king precisely because of this.

Success is also ability, failure is also ability.

However, the magic power in Mona's body is not useless. After Wayne extracted it, the Book of Greed retrieved a little bit of holy light from his teeth.

Mosquito legs are also legs, and a little is better than nothing.

The Book of Greed was barely stuffed into his teeth, and Wayne began to extract the essence of life.

Half an hour later, he slowly moved his hand away. Mona's face was flushed like a disease, her eyes were looking at the sky, her white robe was soaked in cold sweat, and her beautiful curves were clearly visible.

Those who didn’t know, thought she had been tricked!

Wayne frowned and looked at his hand. He drew it, but the efficiency was too poor. Not to mention compared with the elemental space and gray space, the efficiency of his own meditation alone far exceeded the ability given by the Thousand-Eyed Demon.

"What's going on? It has no effect at all..."

Wayne didn't know the reason, analyzed his own situation, and speculated on two possibilities.

His six-pointed star was successfully shaped, and he could not fill in more four elements without practicing the Silver Cross Star;

The Thousand-Eyed Demon only regarded him as a disposable tool, far inferior to his servant Sigma, and gave him abilities but not much.

"It's hard for me to help you with such a small amount of money!"

Wayne got the ability he dreamed of, but unfortunately, this ability was not as powerful as he imagined. There was almost no difference between getting it and not getting it.

Wasn’t that all your kneeling just now in vain?
This was not Wayne's first confrontation with the devil, but it was definitely the one where he suffered the biggest loss. After enduring the calm for a while, he took a step back and became more and more angry. With a normal mind, he directly sentenced the Thousand-Eyed Demon to death.

"We can't let him die so easily. His ability must be retained..."

Wayne raised his hand and touched his chin. It was difficult for the Thousand-Eyed Demon to surrender his abilities on his own initiative. He had to further gain the other party's trust.

Trust is the next best thing. There is no word trust in the devil's dictionary. Instead of gaining trust, it is better to show your own value and let the Thousand-Eyed Demon know that the plan cannot be accomplished without him. If you want to succeed, you must increase your investment.

Thinking of this, Wayne took out the alchemy book from his arms.

An evil ritual from hell stitches 666 corpses into magical beings, because the corpses are all related to hell beliefs. After the ritual is successful, the stitched corpse monsters have the terrifying ability to communicate between the human world and hell.

Wayne remembered that the Thousand-Eyed Demon's request was for sixty-six corpses, one six less than what was stated in the alchemy book. After the ritual was successful, the effect would definitely be greatly reduced.

"What is that guy planning?"

Wayne was puzzled. He didn't know much about hell, so he decided to seek help from professionals.

Mona!

He looked at the Vatican nun who was about to be ruined by him, and pondered for a moment. She was almost ruined anyway, so it would be better to be a little bit worse.

Everything is for justice!
Wayne helped Mona up, pressed her shoulders with both hands, pushed her new ability to the limit, and whispered: "Look at my eyes!"

When Mona was confused, a murmuring sound came from her ears. She subconsciously looked over and saw a huge magic eye suspended in the boundless darkness.

The evil eye is filled with boundless desires, weird, mysterious, and extremely evil, and has irresistible magic power.

Wayne connected his mind with Mona, used the simplest and crudest way to pry open the opponent's thinking defense, and then strengthened his ability to control people's hearts to the limit, trying to plant his own voice in Mona's mind.

Mona's resistance was extremely strong, and with the idea of ​​​​death together, Wayne failed eight times in a row, and finally completed the thought implantation on the ninth time.

After it was done, they both fell to the ground.

Mona was exhausted and paralyzed, and it was difficult to move her fingers. Wayne was not much better. He was dizzy and felt like his body was being hollowed out. He said with difficulty: "I didn't expect that the first woman to lie to me nine times was you. You sacrificed so much. Don’t let me down.”

Half an hour later, Mona woke up faintly, stared blankly at the gray dome, and said hoarsely: "Devil, what have you done to me?"

I'll give you a chance for promotion and salary increase. Work hard and the Holy See will rely on you to transport information. "Watch the tone of your words, I am your master now." Wayne said coldly.

"Dream, I would rather die!"

The abilities given by the Thousand-Eyed Demon were so average that even though Wayne tried his best, Mona still retained her will.

However, Wayne's voice penetrated directly into her soul, and her will could not control her actions. Whenever Wayne made a voice, her will would become a bystander, and her body would act like a puppet and follow orders.

Enough!
Wayne secretly said it was not easy, and said with a sneer: "You can commit suicide. I respect your choice and will not interfere. After all, without you, I have other candidates. The one named Nancy is good, her will can be Not as strong as you."

Mona sat up suddenly, rushed towards Wayne, opened her mouth and bit into the windpipe.

Wayne narrowed his eyes slightly, and Mona's strength was drained instantly. She lay on his shoulder and bit him twice.

How disgusting!
Mona rolled over to the side, her future was bleak and she could see nothing but despair.

"That sucks!"

Wayne wiped the saliva from his neck in disgust. Veronica hadn't bitten it yet. Thinking that the lines didn't match the character, he changed his tune and added: "It's a good job, but it's in the wrong place. Remember to bite somewhere else next time."

Too many words lead to mistakes, so Wayne stopped talking nonsense with Mona: "I order you as the master not to commit suicide, nor to tell others about your current situation."

Mona looked at Wayne bitterly, trying to see clearly the ugly face under the mask.

Wayne didn't care, he felt very good about himself, it was just a vest, and he threw it into the sewer after use. Mona wanted to seek revenge, so she could go to the River Tame to find out.

He continued: "I will give you a task. Find out Lundan's hidden belief in hell. How many people there are and where do they live? Collect sixty-six of them and report them to me."

"Won't you look for it yourself?" Mona was still stubborn.

"Don't say that. To put it another way, I am helping Heavenly Father's Holy See. I will kill them all after I find them..."

Wayne threw out the alchemy book: "You come from Heavenly Father's Holy See. You should be able to understand this alchemy book. Behave well. Your master will not treat you badly when the matter is accomplished."

Mona picked up the alchemy book. The more she read, the more frightened she became. She trembled and said, "You want to open the door to hell in Lundan. It's impossible. I won't help you and I won't even die."

As she spoke, she closed her eyes suddenly, and the white robe glowed with white light.

It was probably a suicide method such as self-destruction. Because of Wayne's order implanted in advance, the spell was directly interrupted. She herself suffered a backlash from her thoughts, and her face was so pale and bloodless.

Mona fell to her knees, gasping for air.

Wayne walked up to her with devilish steps, calmly came to her, lifted up her long hair, and caressed her face: "Remember that I am your master. Without you, I can still find someone else. Think about it. "Well, since one clergyman is destined to become the devil's minion, why can't it be you?"

"After all, you are so kind!"

Should good people become the devil's playthings?
Mona stared at Wayne fiercely and vowed to make him pay the price.

"Go ahead and work hard. I will give you your freedom when it's done. But if you fail..."

Wayne blew into her ear and told a few tips taught by the Thousand-Eyed Demon: "You don't want to become a slut yourself and be thrown at the door of the church wearing a sacred robe, right?"

Mona gritted her teeth tightly, her body shaking with anger.

"Tomorrow night, no, at eleven o'clock tonight, I will go to your house to find you and prepare the list. Remember, you only have one chance. If you don't do this job, someone will do it."

Wayne waved his hand, opened the portal and threw Mona out.

He looked at the empty ancient city square and started setting up the alchemy array, but gave up after ten seconds.

Without him, there is no material!
Wayne's eyes widened. The devil's deal was completely profitless, and he didn't even get a penny out of it. He actually asked his little brother to pay for it out of his own pocket.

What is the difference between this shameless act of a white wolf and the evil capitalists?
"Don't say it, it really does happen. At least the capitalists can use the street lights, and the devil can't control them at all!"

Wayne complained fiercely, saying that if he wanted to pay for it out of his own pocket, it would be just exploitation. Who wouldn't do it? He would ask Mona to prepare all the casting materials tomorrow night.

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The cold moon is like ice, and the foggy streets are dark and hazy.

Mona stumbled and walked clinging to the wall. Her strength was exhausted and she was now very weak. She looked at the familiar streets in confusion, not knowing what to do when she arrived at the cathedral.

She didn't even know if she should go to church.

Owner……

Pooh!
She was given a gag order and was unable to convey the truth that she was being controlled. Going to St. Paul's Cathedral at this time was tantamount to introducing the devil into it.

At this moment, the white robe on Mona's body bloomed with light, and the cross pattern on the back danced faintly.

Ten minutes later, four Holy See magicians wearing the same costumes arrived. Seeing the weak Mona, they immediately treated her.

The warm holy light penetrated into her body, and Mona's face improved a lot.

"Nancy has explained the situation to us. The captain is waiting for you. The situation is serious and it is not the time to rest yet."

"..."

Mona smiled bitterly and shook her head. She didn't mind working overtime, but she just didn't know what to say when she saw the captain.

Mona belongs to the Holy See's tactical team, which is similar to the scalpel organization of the Church of Nature. She was originally a knight who defended St. Paul's Cathedral. There are two hundred people in total, and each one is a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles.

The Father's Holy See was suppressed in Windsor, the Knights were disbanded, and the elites were reorganized to form the current nameless tactical team.

Captain Atli is a powerful golden mage, who is nominally the Holy See's strongest combat force in Windsor. He is brave, resourceful, and has great military exploits, maintaining the final dignity of the Holy See.

Mona knew that she would not be able to hide it from the captain's eyes, so...

Yes, as long as the captain noticed the clues, even though I couldn't speak, I could still successfully convey the information.

Mona looked delighted and quickly followed her teammates into the cathedral, where she met captain Atli in an office.

This was an old man with white beard and hair, with broad shoulders and long arms, and a strong build. His majestic face filled him with a sense of oppression, and also gave Mona a strong sense of security.

"Mona, I heard that you were ambushed by hell cultists, who used blood magic. Did you find anything?"

"..."

Mona didn't speak, her eyes were closed tightly, and she looked particularly struggling.

In this way, she was trying to convey intelligence that there was something wrong with herself and that she could no longer be trusted.

Thanks to her father's care, the devil did not completely control her, otherwise she would really have nothing to do.

Atli asked a few more questions. Seeing Mona's struggling appearance, he nodded slightly and said gently: "Good boy, thank you for your hard work. Don't move around here. I'll ask the archbishop. He has a way to make you speak. ”

"Don't worry, no one can hurt you as long as we are here."

(End of chapter)