How can a retired savior be considered retired if he drops to 40,000?

"What am I talking about?" Fujimaru Ritsuka sneered and complained to Savita on the other end of the communicator, "I always feel that there is a smell of Tzeentch demon in this matter."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 288 I must consider whether this is the only opportunity in this life

This is wrong, He did not see this story in any prophecy - but the fact came true before His eyes: the natural gardener who rejected the blessing of the life-shaper and turned to the cursed one, The excellent channel that communicates between the magnificent heaven and the boring reality, the anchor that can establish another kind of rules, the darling of the gods, appeared in front of Him.

The inanimate beings who occupied Mita Ashen immediately felt a kind of ecstasy after a moment of surprise and panic.

This was an unexpected change: as a tiny fragment of the All-Changing Demon King, he had been watching every branch representing destiny in the Crystal Palace for a long time, and he was familiar with every possibility in it. Therefore, He can be sure that this event is completely outside the prediction - of course! He is indeed aware of the growth of every plant in the flowerbed of destiny, but He is not the gardener who grows in the flowerbed - of course He cannot predict the behavior of the gardener!

In the blink of an eye, He made a quick decision: to give up Sibylla Hastings, even though He had been planning this matter for a hundred years. If He could convince the Gardener to be used by the Lord of Change, he would undoubtedly gain great favor from his Master!

Regardless of what Tzeentch himself failed to accomplish, how could the Almighty Lord, who was bound within the body of a mortal psyker at this moment (and was only a fragment), do it. It is always a good thing to have dreams, so the demon host quickly regrouped his emotions and spoke to Fujimaru Ritsuka again in an extremely flattering manner: "Oh, my dear chosen one, what do you want to know?"

He wanted to read the other person's mind, but unfortunately, this human shell that imposed many restrictions and constraints on him prevented him from using most of the spells. But on second thought, this may also be a kind of luck. These restrictions prevented his instinctive reaction-if he really extended his spiritual senses to the other party's mind, just such a magic action would be enough to make a mere The tiny fragments of the All-Changing Demon Lord were completely destroyed. Of course, this will also make it impossible for Him to carry out the "slowly planned" corruption plan that He made in the Lightning Stone Fireware.

But for a subspace creature, a Tzeentch demon who is accustomed to psychic senses and spell feedback just like humans are accustomed to their own eyes and ears, this feeling of being blind is not very wonderful. But He is confident: He successfully confused the inquisitor Michaelia Wilchak under the same conditions, and successfully manipulated the other party in a way that the person involved did not know by just using rhetoric without spiritual power. the behavior of. This successful experience obviously gave him a little untimely self-confidence, thinking that he could repeat this strategy again by virtue of his understanding of human hearts.

The good news is that the other party did not choose to exile Him in the first place, but was willing to establish a dialogue with Him - a dialogue is often the beginning of thousands of changes, and this is undoubtedly a very good starting point. However, the bad news is that the purpose of the parties is obviously very clear:

"'Mita Ashen', the original owner of the body you occupy, where is she?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked straight to the point.

The demon host let out a hoarse laugh with malicious intent. A specific question, unimportant, but the devil himself must know. The demon host views this as a simple test of obedience and formulates its own conversation strategy:

"She is dead." There is no doubt that He lied, because humans have a superficial suspicion determined by their weak biological nature. This kind of game makes most of them "smart people" automatically surrender to those who The beast expressed doubts. In comparison, the words of those enemies who first chose to resist, were tamed by their own hands, and had to obey them due to various external forces, sounded more authentic to them. The demon host chuckled and decided to perform a "disobedient resistance" first - anyway, what he has here is just a fragment of himself, and even if it is really eliminated, it will not cause any decisive harm to him. All he had to bear was the risk that this whim plan would fall through again as the fragments disappeared, and the All-Changing Demon King judged that although this setback was huge, it would not break his bones if he could bear it.

"She is dead! Disappeared! She became the reward for trapping me with this inferior spell! Even the last tiny fragment has been ground between my teeth!" the demon host said with excitement. The vocal cords that originally belonged to Mita Ashen were distorted and forced to emit an excessively high pitch. The sharp noise was mixed with the impact of psychic energy, while scratching the listener's eardrums and thoughts. The temperature of the air dropped rapidly, and frost instantly formed on the ground covered with dried blood - but just a second later, all the above phenomena disappeared, as if they were just the pressure of the people present. It's just an illusion.

The Sky Eagle Scepter in Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand just paused lightly on the ground, and all signs of psychic energy caused by the demon host in the room disappeared.

Is this a spell? But the Supreme Heaven was not aroused - even if it was sealed in a human body, as a subspace creature, the demon's instinctive senses for observing subspace would not easily go wrong. For a moment, the demon host was confused by this phenomenon, but soon, he had no time to think about it:

"Where is Mita Ashen?" Fujimaru Ritsuka pointed the Skyhawk at the demon host and repeated her question.

At that moment, the demon host seemed to have been hit hard in the face. "Mita's" head was twisted, burned, and then proliferated, and its head suddenly tilted back. He opened his mouth wide and let out a scream - perhaps a scream full of terror and madness, which should have been filled with spiritual energy, but after entering this cell, Sahar could not find any room for his intervention. It sounded more like a desperate cry that was muffled behind the double-glazed glass of the torture room that was not very soundproof: it would not be disturbing and could be heard by other prisoners. There was such a thing about "what was going on in that room" What’s going on” material for the imagination.

At this time, the demon host, who was forced to immerse himself in pain, was convinced: this was not a spell. It doesn't have any exquisitely crafted structure, but it's worth despising because of it, being more terrifying than a real spell. This is a kind of pure violence, a crushing in terms of size - Fujimaru Ritsuka did not cause ripples in the subspace when she used spiritual energy. The power she exerted came directly from the indescribable throne. She spent no effort in weaving this power: there was no need to waste her energy on such a trivial matter. She just gave them a direction, causing them to slowly "push" the demon host directly at the soul level.

It's like handcuffing a person's hands under a slowly increasing hydraulic press. In this process similar to "slow suffocation", the demon host clearly knows that its fragments will be crushed by this simple violence. The destined outcome is not terrible - what is terrible is the slow process in the middle and the pain this process brings. He is not one of those masochists in the Silver Palace of Slaanesh next door. Once this bit of resistance is done, it’s enough. There’s no need to be obsessed with it:

"I tell the truth, I tell the truth!" The demon host's weak voice seemed to be muffled in some kind of confined space, and it barely penetrated through the gaps before being heard. But even if he showed weakness like this, Fujimaru Ritsuka did not stop the movements of his hands. He just maintained the same position and calmly ordered: "Speak."

"I, I kept her!" The demon let out a suppressed scream, his tone becoming increasingly urgent. "I kept her soul, tortured her, and then absorbed her pain - directly ate Tai Bu. It works out and it’s more fun that way so that’s what most of us do. Please, she’s still alive and I’ll give her back to you—”

Fujimaru Ritsuka finally deigned to remove the scepter, and the psychic stance that kept the demon host "suffocated inside" immediately disappeared. The body of "Mita Ashen" trembled unnaturally, and she let out a small groan because of the remaining pain.

"Thank you, thank you for your kindness..." Although it is just a fragment, the demon host here also believes that he has experienced a near-death experience - the feeling is very bad, I really don't understand the software in the Silver Palace Why do maggots like to play like this?

"You'd better keep your word." Fujimaru Ritsuka said calmly. She seems to be very good at hiding her emotions, but this is reasonable, after all, it is a necessary tool for negotiation.

The demon host once again regretted that he could not read the other person's mind now, but this kind of death-like thought did not stay in his mind for long. After regaining his composure, He spoke cheerfully again: "Yes, I will return this human soul to you. But before that, I still have -"

Before he finished speaking, Fujimaru Ritsuka had already raised the Sky Eagle Staff again. This time, almost all the voices of the demon host were locked behind the invisible stance, and even Mita's tortured and mutated body began to bleed from the weak tissues.

"Wait, stop!" Sahar came over and grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka's arm. After seeing the miserable state of Cadmus, he also realized that there were some things that he could not touch. "You are torturing Mita too!"

"Believe me, she is good enough for this." Fujimaru Ritsuka did not change her mind, "Only after enduring this moment can we drive the devil out of her completely. You don't want to find out that Mita has become a person with no life in the future. Was the relevant time bomb 'cleared' by another inquisitor?"

Sahar immediately fell into an anxious wavering state. Fujimaru Ritsuka ignored him and continued this "execution" for even longer than the last time before he halted the psychic output. The weak wailing of the demon host reappeared in the reality in the cell, and the remaining body of Mita also oozed blood from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, as well as from the wounds caused by various whippings and holy nails.

"Where is Mita?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked calmly again. This time, her calm attitude finally frightened the Tzeentch demon. The prisoner who was bound by countless scriptures and chains let out a helpless sob, and then in the next moment - Mita came back.

Sahar clearly felt this fact happening, but it was difficult for him to describe its process in precise words. In terms of physical changes alone, the difference between the prisoners before and after this event is minimal. But it was this tiny difference - the subtle difference in expression, the speed of eye movement, the wrinkles on the forehead when frowning, the expression when enduring pain - that allowed him to be sure that this was indeed Mita Ashin. His witch, no one else.

"...Kill me." Her voice became hoarse due to pain and fatigue, but her original timbre could still be heard. Sahar stepped forward slightly excited, but only one step. Immediately afterwards, he paused on the spot because he realized the current situation:

After suffering a long period of torture both in soul and body, Mita really had no energy left to discern the situation in front of her. She could only plead to everyone who could hear her and was willing to hear her: "Please kill me." I, let this end."

This is a true statement. Sahar could tell with certainty. Human emotional reactions are controlled by hormones in the brain, and as long as an Astartes pays enough attention to this detail, their superhuman senses will capture to them information that ordinary people cannot notice and require the use of instruments for detection. At such a distance, Sahar could easily smell the subtle smell of Mita's body besides blood and filth - fear, fatigue, and boredom.

He was at a loss for a moment. He was very good at creating these feelings through pain and forcing the other person to wish for death, but he never knew how to save a person who wanted to die from these feelings. Sahar didn't know what to say, but at this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka still showed the same almost cold calmness as when he was interrogating Sahar:

"Mita Ashin, can you hear me?" she asked.

After the human body has withstood a large amount of spiritual energy that it could not withstand, their nerves can easily develop various problems: such as touch, end-limb control, vision, smell - as long as the organ itself remains intact, hearing Often the one who is least susceptible. This is Fujimaru Ritsuka’s personal experience.

But the problem now isn't just that: Mita may have heard her call, but been unable to respond. After a brief silence, the devil once again took back—or rather, took back—control of this body:

"What do you want her for?" There was a sincere confusion in this thing's tone. "She has been in my hands for too long, and it has indeed become uninteresting. You see, even if you ask her , she has no answer for your spirit and ability. If you need a psychic consultant, I can obviously do more - and it won't cost you anything more. I am much easier to support than a normal human being."

While the demon host Zen was trying his best to promote himself, Fujimaru Ritsuka completely ignored it. Instead, she directed the confused Sahar to stand aside, facing the cage holding the demon host with her side, and then stretched out her hand forward, as if to catch something. The Space Marine didn't understand, but after a few words of persuasion he still did it: "What on earth is this going to do?"

"I'll let you be my reading stand for a while. Many books in the empire are too heavy and it's inconvenient for me to lift them by myself." Fujimaru Ritsuka stood facing Sahar, the Ortenus Spirit Base exoskeleton lit up. Several indicator lights turned on, and then golden sand-like light spots fell out of thin air and accumulated in Sahar's open hand.

Within half a second, the "too heavy" weight of the Imperial book dropped to the point where Sahar's hands sank. However, after being mentally prepared, a Space Marine could still easily lift the book with one hand. What it became was a fine gold shell, gem pages, human bone decoration, and a luxurious tome written in gilt.

The demon host burst out a scream of terror on one side, followed by a series of expressions of weakness and begging for mercy. This sudden reaction caught Sahar a bit off guard, but he still performed his function as a reading shelf very well, letting Fujimaru Ritsuka slowly open the heavy cover in his hand, and then checked the catalog bit by bit. Look for the corresponding page number in a similar way.

"What book did you conjure up?" he asked a little baffled, and Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't hesitate to answer:

"The second edition of the Book of Holy Words." There was a hint of schadenfreude in her calm voice. "It stands to reason that the first edition is more lethal, but the first edition I have seen is almost a shoddy promotional pamphlet. The binding doesn’t look as impressive as this version.”

In fact, Fujimaru Ritsuka had already read and recited the full text of the first edition of "Sacred Words". If she wanted to exorcise demons, she would not need this reference book at all. The reason why I picked out such a thing without meaning is mainly because of the issue of deterrence:

At least, the demon host in front of him has indeed been frightened by this sacred tome.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 289 If you can return to the subspace alive, you will win.

"Something must have happened here!" Wilchak's roar echoed between the walls of Vault 44, "And you should have stopped this! Instead of lying here and being 'Something did happen' 'evidence of!"

The melt gun on the mechanical arm behind the acolyte Elud was steadily aimed at Cadmus, who barely adjusted himself to sit against the wall. But even if he didn't, the current Primaris Space Marine would have little ability to threaten Inquisitor Vilchak.

"I will not excuse my failure this time," he said, "but the intruder found a way through the trap in the vault and took the key to the inner door of the psychic prison. Perhaps you should be concerned about this first thing."

Wilchak was so angry that he even raised his eyebrows: "This is really a piece of constructive information. If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have discovered it yet - do you think I would believe your lies? What intruder would be so kind? , actually allowed a guard who had seen him face to face and tried to prevent him from achieving his goal to survive? "

"This is indeed a problem. Maybe she is extraordinarily kind and thinks that I am just doing my duty faithfully, so the crime will not lead to death?" Cadmus sneered. Obviously, he himself did not believe that this paragraph would only exist in the most harmonious relationship between king and minister. Quotes from the knight novel, "Why don't you ask her why she did this? The demon host is not that easy to deal with. Although I don't know why she is looking for 'Mita Ashen', I believe that this time It’s not enough for her to finish everything. If you speculate optimistically, she should still be in the psychic prison.”

"I won't believe a word you say." Wilchak concluded stubbornly, "You will be temporarily detained until I figure out what is going on, and then I decide how to deal with you. "

"That's good, because I also need some time to think." Cadmus' tone was not very friendly, "At least now, both the intruder and you in this matter look very suspicious to me. "

Wilchak narrowed his eyes and looked at Cadmus, who was still unable to move freely, with an assessment attitude.

"I'm suspicious? I trust you so much." She asked this question in a tone that sounded more like a death threat. "What did the damn heretic say to you? That made you think like this?"

"She didn't say anything." Cadmus replied, "She just took off her disguise in front of me - the Imperial Saint Fujimaru Ritsuka deigned to personally carry out such an infiltration operation. This is really doubtful. Did the owner of this ship touch any red lines that he shouldn’t touch?”

"Have I encountered too many red lines?" Hearing such accusations, Wilchak laughed. "As long as it is to ensure the safety and stability of the empire, any means can be used - I thought we had At least there was consensus on this.”

"Indeed." Cadmus did not deny this. "When you decided to prepare a ceremony to turn Mita Ashen into a cage to bind demons, I was one of the few who agreed. In my opinion , the problem itself is not that you are trying to control a subspace evil thing, but that you are too trusting to it?"

"How dare you - I have repeatedly verified every word that thing told me from multiple angles! Otherwise, how do you think we arrived in Barr's orbit in time!" Wilchak roared angrily, "It's not your turn to question my work!"

"But you never told anyone what you came to Baal for." Cadmus pointed out, "I don't think there is any alien threat in the Blood Angels homeworld that could harm the Empire. Allow me Reminder, since you talked with the Eldar alien prophet two years ago, something has become wrong with you. As a member of the Death Watch, we do things according to your orders, but even Eric Windhowl. Realize how much different the work we need to do these days is compared to what we did in the past.”

In response to this accusation, Wilchak rolled his eyes openly and did not even bother to defend himself. She opened the communication and tried to urge the corresponding team to come and detain the prisoners. Rosalin, who was still on the bridge to command and dispatch, happened to squeeze into the line at this time:

"Sorry, Master, we lost Sibylla Hastings." There was a tremor of fear in her voice, "After he fought his way out of the first line of defense, he seemed to be able to see everything about us. The arrangement and dispatch were the same, not only did it quickly leave the core area of ​​​​the middle deck, but it also disappeared from our auspices."

"What?" Wilchak first reflexively became angry, and then remembered that this was not completely impossible for a psyker inquisitor of the prophecy school. She took a deep breath, calmed down briefly, and then said, "Well, I've considered the possibility. Rosalind, can you determine the approximate direction he went?"

"He left us too little information. I can only make very rough inferences." The voice coming from the communication link still carried a clear panic. "From the data, he is most likely to attack the ship." It went in the stern direction, but we couldn't determine which deck he was targeting."

"That's enough," Wilchak said viciously.

-

When Hastings opened the door to the psychic prison, he was certain he was going to see something beyond his imagination - and indeed he was.

After all, it is not every day that you see a demon host crying and begging for mercy under the scriptures chanted by the saints of the empire.

Undoubtedly, Hastings's initial expectations did not include this scene. There is a significant difference in direction between this and his imagination. He should have been very shocked and asked a series of questions, such as "Why are you here?" "What do you want to do by doing this?" "What good things did you do while I wasn't paying attention?" But in the end, even Surprising himself, he just let out a long sigh. It was as if this could spit out the fatigue and powerlessness that suddenly emerged in his heart.

The moment the door opened, Fujimaru Ritsuka was able to "put on the airs of an imperial saint" and stand ready. But after she saw clearly that the person who came was actually Hastings, she completely broke the skill in a short period of time that was so short that it could be ignored, showing a behavior similar to that of a child who had made a mistake and was caught. panic. Of course, she quickly calmed down and treated this exposed emotional display as an ordinary "being startled by an unexpected situation from the outside world while doing one thing attentively" - unfortunately, this might be hidden from Sa Hal and the demon host could no longer get away with it in front of Hastings.

"Wait a minute, how did you get in?" She seemed to be really shocked in this aspect, "Didn't the door inside automatically close?"

"I suggest that next time you want to do something secretly behind closed doors and don't want anyone to come in and disturb you, don't leave the 'key' in the door."

Although Hastings said this, judging from the empty state of his hands, he obviously did not remove the gem scepter from the "keyhole". After the sensor confirmed that the passerby had completely entered the door, the door closed again according to the programmed setting, and Hastings seemed to have no intention of stopping this process.

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his eyebrows, and instead of directly piercing him, asked: "So, what do you want to do here?"

"..." Even after living on the Storm Frontier for about half a year, Hastings still couldn't get used to Fujimaru Ritsuka's logic. "Don't you ask me how I came here alone?"

"Is this important?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked, "Or is it a question that is suitable to be explained in detail in this situation of 'facing a demon host'?"

"No." Hastings shrugged and walked forward, standing in the same line with Fujimaru Ritsuka and Sahar. "Indeed, we should pay more attention to what is about to happen."

"Because this used to be his 'dormitory'. Of course he knows his way back to his 'home'!" The demon host's hoarse voice echoed mockingly in the cell, "Dear lady, if you ask these questions Me, then you’ve asked the right person! I know all the little secrets he wants to hide—ouch—"

Fujimaru Ritsuka said something in Gothic with a stiff accent. Under the constant noise made by the demon host, the volume of this sentence was almost negligible. If Hastings hadn't been standing less than half a meter next to her, he could hardly tell that it was a line from the state religion. Text - But for the demon host in front of them, these words that were not loud enough obviously caused a lot of damage to it on a supernatural level.

"I didn't ask you to speak." Fujimaru Ritsuka complained in a low voice in disgust, then turned to Hastings, who had a strange expression, and said bluntly, "You came just in time, this devil can't pour out anything useful, so I am Getting ready to try to exorcise the devil. Do you have any questions?"

The reading stand who was left aside suddenly interjected: "I think they two know each other."

"Of course I know. When we entered the door, this demon named him and said he was waiting for him." Fujimaru Ritsuka was very indifferent to this. "A judge of the Holy Hammer Order, if he is not in his profession, If he has provoked one or two old enemies from subspace in his career, it means that his professional level is very poor. On the other hand, this can obviously be regarded as a compliment to Judge Hastings' work ability. "

"——Then I really thank you for your understanding." Hastings felt his blood pressure jumping back and forth at a subtle angle, "I can probably guess which Almighty Demon Lord is locked in this demon host. This It’s a long story, but if you’re looking for a way to expel it from the real universe, I’d support you to do it immediately.”

He didn't mention any nonsense like "you can't believe a word the demon of Tzeentch says". After thoroughly studying the operation records of the Storm Boundary, Hastings knew that if Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't figure this out, she would have died long ago without even a bone left.

"Oh, don't be so heartless, we are old friends, aren't we?" The demon host actually managed to express an enthusiastic tone as if an old friend was reunited, "The last time we met, the scene was so exciting! Your mentor On the sword I gave you—ouch—"

Beneath the demon host's cries of pain, Mita's own cries seemed to be hidden. Sahar was sure that the voice he heard was not an illusion, which made him anxious for a moment, but when he saw Ritsuka Fujimaru pointing at the words on the page with his fingers and chanting sutras meticulously, he was worried about interrupting the meeting. If something worse happened, he would have to endure the urge that was already on his lips.

"If I wanted to know this story, I would ask Judge Hastings directly." After another verse, Fujimaru Ritsuka said to the devil in the cage with a little disgust, "There is no need for you to stir up trouble here. "

"The story is very long." Hastings also showed an indifferent attitude, "If you really want to hear it, I suggest you find an afternoon tea time to tell it slowly."

"You need a perspective other than being held hostage by the Triple Cursed! Ma'am!" The demon host shouted without giving up, and tried to sow discord from a different angle, "Only in this way can you see the full picture of a matter! You won't make the wrong decision because of partial listening! You are the darling of fate, the leader at the forefront of the tide of the times! You deserve the favor of Saint Tzeentch—"

He could not continue speaking because a large, slender dagger had already pierced his throat, nailing his body to the rack behind his back, and his vocal cords refused to continue vibrating for him - that was a suitable weapon. Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was equipped with the black key of the Empire's national religion foundation and threw it out, laughed twice after calming down:

"The story is very long." She borrowed Hastings' previous words with some embarrassment. "If you want to hear it, you can have extra time for afternoon tea."

Hastings shrugged: "Actually, I more or less guessed it."

After all, when she was arguing with Conrad Coates on the other side of the summoning room, she never had the intention to hide from others. In that context, "Choose of Tzeentch" is a less offensive curse word. Although it does not appear frequently, it is obviously enough to attract the attention of an inquisitor.

"Neither can quarrel nor fight, even the demons of Tzeentch are not very good at it." Fujimaru Ritsuka's tone was very convinced, as if he was worried about what would happen if the same set of sowing discord happened between the other two imperial specialty diodes. I had no idea what it was, I just asked back to the original topic after expressing my thoughts, "Do you have anything to ask?"

Hastings shook his head, thought briefly, and shook his head again: "I am indeed curious about some things, but I know better that these things should not be asked."

Fujimaru Ritsuka snapped his fingers, and Sahar's hand was immediately empty - the hardcover Book of Holy Words turned into gold sand and disappeared out of thin air: "Then I will start exorcism? To be honest, her body has been tortured and mutated. Now that he's in this state, I'm not very optimistic about Mita's prognosis, but...well, let Asclepius have a headache."

The black key inserted accurately into the throat of the demon host began to emit golden light under the will of the owner, and a warm and clean atmosphere began to fill this small space that could isolate psychic energy. The demon host is still unable to make a sound, but from the way it keeps struggling, even regardless of damaging its body that is fixed on the torture frame with spikes and chains, and firmly trying to escape from it, this "spell" is very efficient.

Fujimaru Ritsuka fluently began to recite excerpts from the Book of Sacred Scriptures about the emperor's enlightenment of all peoples. As she said before, if she only performs the baptismal chant once, she doesn't need any pretentious reference book at all. The demon host roared in pain and silently under her chanting - he was speechless, and once again he was strongly aware that his life without a clear beginning was coming to an end. This undoubtedly made him panic. Even though he was just a fragment of the All-Changing Demon King, he was completely eliminated here - not stripped from this body and exiled outside the real universe, but even his essence would be completely destroyed. Burn it all out - is it really worth it?

He wanted to escape, but the strange dagger stuck in his throat completely "nailed" him into this body, and he could only bear the flames from the cursed person. Mita Ashen's soul may be killed together, or it may be able to survive - but there is absolutely no such hope for him.

By the way, Mita Ashne. It was as if the Tzeentch Demon had found a life-saving straw. He wants to blackmail the other party with the soul that Fujimaru Ritsuka has been asking for. But the dilemma is also obvious: also because of the strange dagger, He cannot use this human body to make his own voice in the real universe. He needed a subtle spell, but it was difficult amid the painful burning of the flames of the damned—

——At this moment, the inner door of the psychic prison was opened again: Fujimaru Ritsuka and Judge Hastings, who did not remove the "key" from the door, finally the person they were waiting for finally appeared. Door:

"What are you doing?! What are you doing??!!" Judge Wilchak came in like a whirlwind, "That's my property! You can't dispose of it at will without my consent! !”

Hastings and Sahar, at this moment, drew their weapons almost simultaneously.

(End of this chapter)

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Chapter 290: Crystal Magic Palace includes food, accommodation, five insurances and one fund. Let’s find out more.

A lot of things happened in this moment, or many things were compressed into this same moment after they happened. At this moment, time becomes blurred due to some changes, and it is meaningless to explore the sequence of everything happening. But in short, in this extremely short and extremely long "moment"——

Wilchak burst into the room with his faithful acolytes;

Hastings drew the psychic field sword at his waist;