Secretary of the Devil's Castle

This is no longer a question of how much can be sold, this is completely priceless!

If she is dedicated to the king...a reward!Definitely get a reward!

Ai En seemed to see a bright future beckoning to him.

But before that, he had to make sure that there would be no problems with the succubus cub.

He looked at the injury on the cub, and couldn't help frowning, then waved his staff, "Levitation."

Take her back...let her be treated by those guys.

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Chapter 19 Throwing Consciousness into the Abyss

"Hey, tell me, how long will it take for that mage master to come back?"

Jin looked at the bonfire in front of him in a daze, only to hear the voice of his companion beside him at this time, he regained his senses, and immediately said with a smile: "Why do you care so much? He only needs to be able to take care of the security work. Besides, what are we doing?"

The companion smacked his lips, "Tsk, I know, but I just want to ask, why, you still have to worry that if we talk about this, you will piss off that weird old man? Oh, our captain shouldn't be so Are you timid?"

Jin pulled the corner of his mouth helplessly, "It's alright, I will sew up your broken mouth sooner or later! Well, your barbecue, the authentic taste of the Great Wasteland, you can't eat it in other places."

"Thank you boss—"

Listening to his companion's funny and long-drawn sound with a smile, Jin patted him on the shoulder and signaled him to go up and play. At this time, he saw a white figure walking outside the camp.

It's Ain.

It's just that there is another small figure beside him.

White messy hair, with a pair of brown horns protruding from the hair, although young, but still looks amazing, but it is a little pale, with some red patterns wrapped around his arms and thighs, protruding from under his clothes A short and cute tail.

That is?

Jin noticed this, and walked over quickly, and then Ai En sent the little guy floating in the air into Jin's arms, and said lightly: "Succubus cub, don't let her die, the benefits are indispensable." Yours."

Hearing what Ai En said, Jin trembled all over, feeling that the one he was holding in his hand was not a light and petite succubus cub, but a piece of gold of equal size—even much more expensive than that.

He hurriedly checked the baby in his arms, and was shocked again—the wounds on her body were too serious, just from the outside, the wounds on her left abdomen and forearm were scary enough, Moreover, it was obvious that not enough treatment had been done, and the remaining injuries that had not been seen were even more unknown.

"John! Go get the medicine! Take all the internal and external injuries!"

Jin carried Fatalia into the tent, then remembered something and added, "Also, bring a cage, the highest specification one, the magic cage."

……

"Ugh."

When she opened her eyes again, Fatalia felt a splitting headache, as if a knife was cutting her brain into several pieces. She covered her head and propped herself up. Cold sweat kept secreting from her forehead. In a trance, Fatalia Liya found many black vertical objects in front of her.

It's an iron cage.

Fatalia's half-closed eyes opened completely in an instant, and she didn't care about the headache, and directly punched the iron cage.

The cage shook violently twice, some faint blue runes emerged, and an electric current hit Fatalia in turn, Fatalia immediately groaned in pain, her whole body went numb.

This current made Fatalia completely awake, and she stared wide-eyed at the surrounding situation.

She was in an iron cage like a birdcage. The size of the cage made her look wide when she squatted down, but it was not enough to support her to stand up. The cage was placed in a tent, which was the same size as Fatalia's. The little erinia's tent that I had seen before was different, its workmanship was more delicate, and even though it was simple, it had a unique aesthetic feeling. Next to the cage was a hammock, and beside the bed was a somewhat familiar package.

Fatalia thought about it carefully, and found that the package she found in the little Ermen tribe was of the same style as this one.

In other words... this is a human tent?She was captured by humans?

Fatalia's heart sank a little.

She was a member of the human race in her previous life, and it is precisely because she knows how bad the human race can be under certain circumstances. In her previous life, there were so many horrific things happening in the world without extraordinary power. In a world with extraordinary power, the power gap between people is even greater, and their concepts will definitely be different. She dare not expect how gentlemanly and civilized the human beings in this world will be.

You know, civilization is more barbaric than barbaric.

If it is the worst case, it is better to die as soon as possible.

Thinking of the situation that she would probably suffer as a succubus, Fatalia became more determined to either escape or die immediately.

Checking herself, she found that the wounds on her body were all bandaged, and the places where the pain had been in all parts of her body had also calmed down at this time, other than that, she had not suffered any poisonous hands.

They probably want to buy a higher price?

Regardless of what they think, this is probably good news.

But... what's up with those red lines and tails?

She tried to hold the tail, and felt the real feeling of holding it, but she didn't feel it herself.

It wasn't her tail, it was probably some kind of disguise.

Don't know the reason, but it can be used.

Fatalia recalled the vision that occurred when she hit the iron cage with her fist before, she couldn't help but frowned slightly, then looked at the iron cage that had returned to normal at this time, and she tentatively stretched out a Finger poked the gap in the middle of the iron cage.

Sure enough, the rune reappeared again, but this time, she didn't suffer the serious injury as before, but only slightly tingled.

Fatalia faintly guessed, and then she found that she seemed a little weak, and some of the natural forces in her body were dead silent. She could feel their existence, but they seemed to be dead and motionless.

The ability to seal magic.

While Fatalia was studying the cage, a person suddenly walked in from outside the tent.

This is a strong man, wearing worn-out leather armor, with a long sword on his waist, and a dagger tied on his left forearm. His face is vicissitudes, but he looks very capable.

The man noticed Fatalia sitting in the cage, and raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Are you awake? Sooner than I expected."

Then he spit out the root of a certain plant he was chewing in his mouth, and sat casually aside, "Hello, little succubus, my name is Jin. Get to know me better."

Fatalia stared vigilantly at the man who called herself Jin—she had no intention of communicating with this group of humans who wanted to sell her.

"Oh, I'm so vigilant."

Jin scratched his head helplessly, and then spread his hands, "It doesn't matter, anyway, the old man will be here soon, no matter how vigilant you are, it's useless, don't worry, we will make good use of you—probably?"

His tone was extremely casual, as if he was talking about a certain cargo instead of Fatalia, who was very different from humans in front of him.

Fatalia stepped back, almost leaning against the iron cage. At this moment, another person walked into the tent.

It was an old man in a white robe, with white beard and hair, and he didn't look kind at all.

Then the old man looked at Jin and nodded, "It's ready."

"Okay, I'll leave it to you, old man."

Jin clapped his hands, stood up and left the tent. Before he left, he thought of something and waved his hand back to Fatalia, as if saying goodbye.

The old man also looked at Fatalia, and then he took out a short wooden stick from his arms and pointed it at Fatalia.

White magic circles emerged one after another, interlocking with each other, and merged into a larger magic circle under Fatalia. Then, several small magic circles emerged around the magic circle to hold Fatalia Wrap in the center.

Finally, Ain announced coldly.

"Destruction of consciousness."

All planning thoughts and resolutions end in this magic.

Fatalia's consciousness sank into darkness.

(today's last chapter)

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Chapter 20 system: nmd, wsm

Consciousness destroyed. 【+$

The versatility of this magic is very low, the preparation is very troublesome, and the casting time is very long, but it can ignore all the defects just by virtue of its function.

As the name suggests, this is a magic that can completely destroy a person's consciousness.

The consciousness of the caster will be completely erased, and the memory will be disintegrated under the effect of magic. No matter how strong his will is, he will not be himself after opening his eyes again.

Even if someone is able to glue back those various and messy memory fragments, the recovered memory will not be the original consciousness.

A broken mirror is reunited, but there will still be cracks.

It is precisely because of the malevolent and irreversible nature of this magic that mind destruction is often used against prisoners.

Destroying their consciousness, instilling new ideas, and then allowing them to engage in new jobs, even if the reaction is slower than before, it is still much more beneficial than killing them directly and neatly, isn't it?

Originally, it is great that the destruction of consciousness is limited to this, but one day I don’t know which little genius developed it to deal with slaves. Through this spell, the slave’s consciousness is eliminated, which saves the trouble of training ,save trouble.

Although the price of a slave whose consciousness has been destroyed is lower than the original price, this little problem doesn't matter at all for a high-level succubus.

No matter how low the price is, it can be exchanged for a piece of land.

Afterwards, just casually throw some rewards to other people. Anyway, they caught the succubus instead of the high-level succubus, so they don't need so many rewards.

With such a wishful thinking in mind, Ain used consciousness destruction, a forbidden magic that was banned on the mainland because it was abused by slave traders.

The destruction of consciousness is essentially the use of magic power to destroy the soul. If the opponent has enough magic power to resist this magic, it will definitely be useless.

But right now, Fatalia is only in her infancy, and she has been locked in the magic cage, and she has no ability to resist at all. That means she woke up a little earlier, otherwise Ain would feel more secure.

But right now, Ain has no intention of knocking Fatalia unconscious, anyway, she has no ability to resist.

Thinking this way, the magic circle wrapped Fatalia, and the magic power invaded her body and soaked into her soul.

Followed by.

Ain was stunned.

Some kind of fear churned in the depths of his soul. What did he see?

Some kind of extreme darkness, some kind of will to destroy everything, some kind of never-ending hunger, some kind of existence called the abyss.

"Ho!"

Ian felt that his throat was being choked, but this was just an illusion, just a certain perception produced by witnessing the majesty of the abyss, and it was just the scattered afterglow when the abyss cast its gaze on his darling.

Even so, it is enough to be fatal to Ain, a mere third-level low-level mage.

His soul was infected, torn apart, and turned into a foreign object, his mana was burning uncontrollably, and then was swallowed by that great consciousness, everything about him was alienated in order to build a bridge between the terrifying abyss and his beloved s material.

She is... an abyss species? !

This was the last sentence that flashed in Ai En's mind, and then his whole body spontaneously ignited instantly, wrapped in black flames, and disappeared.

And Fatalia's empty blood eyes stared directly at the place where Ain was standing, and her scarlet eyes were gradually covered by darkness.

Her consciousness was ups and downs in the darkness, which felt a little familiar, but she felt that it didn't matter anymore, anyway... her consciousness was going to be destroyed, wasn't it?

But after a while, Fatalia unexpectedly discovered that the expected destruction had not come, and her thinking was still clear.

Why?Could it be that the true nature of that magic is to throw people's consciousness into this boundless darkness?

And right here, she heard some calling again.

Silent, speechless, but Fatalia knew who and what was calling her.

Her consciousness broke away from the darkness, and then sank into a deeper darkness.

Fatalia entered a space that was a mixture of pure darkness, destruction, hunger, and so on.

"here is?"

She was suspended here, unable to figure out what happened, so an indescribable consciousness broke into this space arbitrarily through a certain bridge.

This consciousness told her that the abyss chose to embrace Fatalia, and it was up to Fatalia to choose whether to embrace the abyss or not.

In the outside world, other people also noticed the strange situation in the tent.

Jin rushed into the tent first, but didn't see Ai En's figure, and then he saw the figure in the cage, and couldn't help but let out a suppressed exclamation.

"This is... what is it?"