Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

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Through this step, it seemed that the little boy had been completely transformed from a human into energy.

Thanks to the previous psionic earthworm, there was now a faint thread between the governor and the little boy.

"He will remember your dedication. Under the great relic, we will all be of one mind, merging into one..."

The governor seemed to be chanting a prayer.

Then it could be seen that the little boy's body began to wither rapidly like a plant, his flesh and blood transformed into a spirit.

Half of this psionic energy was transferred to the governor, while the other half seemed to be intercepted and snatched away by another powerful existence somewhere far away.

The governor did not care, or rather, this was the process.

After absorbing his half of the little boy's psionic energy, the governor's previous weakness was mostly recovered, showing an expression of intoxication and enjoyment, and also some regret for the other half that was lost.

He sighed and then said to the servants, "The appetite of the host has become bigger and bigger. If we don't satisfy her, we will also become nourishment for the 'Wall' next. After that, issue an order to the executors below. The amount of energy needs to be doubled from now on."

"Yes, my lord."

"Alright, let's go get Stoneheim City's share first."

The governor was about to walk out of the temple with his entourage when suddenly, having recovered his body by absorbing the psionic energy earlier, the governor seemed to sense something.

He frowned slightly and instinctively stopped his steps before going out, but the other followers who were with him had not yet reacted and continued to walk forward. As a result, in the next instant...

Splat! Splat! Splat!

These servants had just taken half a step out of the temple when several shadow spikes, disguised by the night, pierced towards their chests.

The servants had not yet reacted, but a faint blue barrier flashed around their bodies first.

It was a psionic shield.

Unfortunately, these passively triggered shields could not save them either. In the face of Shermen's shadow spikes, the huge difference in power made the psionic shields as thin as paper, shattering upon contact.

They didn't even have time to scream before the shadow spikes pierced their heart chambers. Accompanied by several thud thud sounds, they fell at Shermen's feet.

As for the governor who had escaped disaster earlier by relying on his senses, although his expression could not be seen clearly due to his mask, his tense backward steps still showed that he was now treating Shermen as a formidable enemy, shocked and terrified.

Indeed, although the servants he brought were far inferior to him, they were all fourth-tier ascetics, known for their physical strength and reaction speed. Moreover, from the previous psionic shields, it could be seen that they had also accepted the "worms" and were connected to the "host".

These servants together could easily deal with a fifth-tier mage, but now, they were all instantly killed by this seemingly petite and mysterious cloaked figure in front of them?

"Wh..."

The governor hadn't even finished saying this last "who" when he found that the mysterious person in front of him had disappeared. His hair stood on end all over his body. He had just concentrated all his attention, but he still couldn't capture the other party's movements.

By the time he realized he needed to defend himself, it was too late. Shermen had already appeared behind him, and a shadow scythe swung directly at his vital point, his neck, from the side.

Splat!

The shadow scythe directly ignored the governor's exquisite armor. When touching the armor, the scythe was in a "shadow" state. After passing through the armor, it instantly transformed from a "shadow" into a solid state. This was Shermen's shadow authority.

Although the armor could not block the shadow scythe, the same psionic shield still burst out from the governor's body.

The governor's psionic shield was obviously much stronger than that of the previous servants.

It even slowed down Shermen's full-strength attack by a full 0.35 seconds before penetrating the psionic shield and tearing the governor's body apart.

Shermen had no intention of leaving anyone alive.

Because Reji's order to them was to kill directly.

Things like interrogation were unnecessary for Reji. He could directly bring the corpse over and use the "Dialogue with the Dead" of the Wicked Demon Race.

After Reji reached the seventh tier by using the Seventh Prince as an "experience baby", many previously uncastable spells were unlocked, including the spells of the Wicked Demon Race.
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Although the Wicked Demons were despicable, Reji had to admit that some of their spells were indeed useful. Other demon races could not learn them due to racial issues. For Reji, who had the Demon King fate track, let alone Wicked Demon spells, he could even learn Radiant spells without worrying about their influence at all.

The governor was undoubtedly instantly killed by the piercing attack from the level 90 apostle.

However...

Just when Shermen thought the mission was over, the governor's corpse in the pool of blood actually began to wriggle. On his dark golden mask, psionic fluctuations flashed, and that faint thread began to send energy to the governor.

The governor's body's injuries were rapidly healing, and his previously completely lost vitality was now quickly returning.

Shermen frowned slightly. Of course, she would not just let it be. Without giving the governor a chance to revive, Shermen immediately followed up. This time, instead of using the scythe, she transformed the shadow into a giant palm and slapped down on the governor below.

Bang!

This slap was not like the previous shadow scythe, which only destroyed the vital point. It completely smashed the governor's body into mud.

Just when Shermen thought there should be no problem...

Unexpectedly...

"Hehe... It's useless... You heretics can't kill us..." Intermittent voices still came from the armor.

If the little boy from before was a puppet on strings, then the governor now was the same.

They were all connected by "strings".

As long as the string was not broken...

"We have already dedicated our souls to the relic. The sacred relic connects each and every one of us. We are a whole. The host will continuously send power to me. We have long merged into one. We are everlasting!"