Even when encountering such a strange soul, Thief God Milton wasn't too worried. As long as he used his own soul to assimilate this soul, all the strangeness would be explained.
As for the strength of the soul, in his opinion, he had never heard of a professional's soul being stronger than the soul of a god.
When the golden soul had materialized and rushed towards his druid soul, he realized something was wrong.
Under his golden soul, this soul wasn't affected at all. Let alone assimilate it, he couldn't even control it.
It was like this soul was a sturdy castle. His golden soul could only attack from the outside, but it couldn't really invade the inside.
At this moment, the Druil soul began to fight back. The crystal angel statue emitted a pure white light, and a hymn emerged from it.
Although there weren't many existences in the crystal angel statue, there were the souls of nine fanatical Knights, one legendary Knight, and the real angel Izual.
As soon as the Druil soul was attacked, it began to chant. A special force was generated, and it was like a giant hand that locked down three-quarters of Thief God Milton's soul.
"What is this?" Thief God Milton was terrified. He desperately tried to break free from the crystal angel statue, but the crystal angel statue had some kind of power that targeted souls. He couldn't do anything about it.
Abel didn't try to command the Druil soul. He sensed that the Druil soul was instinctively controlling three-quarters of Thief God Milton's soul.
Abel didn't know much about the Druil soul, so he couldn't command it better than the Druil soul.
The crystal angel statue unleashed a pulling force and pulled three-quarters of Thief God Milton's soul into the crystal angel statue.
Thief God Milton had a feeling that once three-quarters of his soul entered the statue, he would lose control of his soul forever. He trusted his senses. It was the sense of a divine spirit to sense danger.
3/4 of his golden soul began to struggle madly, but it was only a temporary stalemate. His soul was still slowly moving towards the crystal angel statue.
At this point, Thief God Milton knew that something worse than a deep sleep was going to happen. He took the initiative to send three-quarters of his soul into Grandmaster Bennett's soul, which was probably the worst thing he could do.
As long as he didn't move three-quarters of his soul out of his divine body, Grandmaster Bennett wouldn't be able to control half of his soul no matter how powerful he was.
He knew that if he lost control of three-quarters of his soul, he wouldn't be able to protect the remaining one-quarter of his soul in his divine body. He would truly die.
This kind of death was not like a divine spirit's eternal sleep. It was the death of his soul. Thief God Milton might cease to exist.
"No!" The three-quarters of Thief God Milton's soul and the one-quarter of his soul in his divine body screamed at the same time.
At the same time, he made a final effort. The one-quarter of his soul in his divine body took back the other two divine objects that belonged to him. He needed the power of the divine objects to make a final struggle.
Although he knew that this struggle would be futile, he didn't want to just disappear like this. Thousands of years of hard work couldn't just go to waste like this.
Lake was an assassin. His mission completion rate was very high. He wasn't exactly famous, but he had a golden reputation in the assassin business. Every time he made a move, it meant success. Therefore, his price was very high.
A few days ago, he accepted a mission to assassinate the city lord of a small city.
Although it was just a small city lord, the city lord's good friend was among the guards. This was a mission that most assassins wouldn't dare to accept.
Killing wasn't just about killing the target. You also needed to leave alive to complete the mission.
With professionals involved, most assassins wouldn't have a chance to make a move. Even if they did make a move, they wouldn't be able to escape safely.
Lake was different. He had a divine dagger. This divine dagger was something he got by accident. Ever since he got this dagger, his life had been completely different.
After a few days of observation, he found that the city lord had a habit. He would come to the back garden at the same time every afternoon to drink some wine alone and enjoy a peaceful time.
During this time, the city lord's good friend, the professional guards, wouldn't follow him.
Even if other assassins knew about this, they wouldn't be able to use it. This was because the back garden was very heavily guarded. This was why the city lord was here alone.
Lake was standing in the back garden. Under the sunlight, he didn't have a shadow under his feet.
He became invisible. This was the special ability of his divine dagger. The reason why he could complete so many missions that were said to be impossible and kill his targets unknowingly was because of this divine dagger.
He slowly approached the city lord who was wearing a luxurious robe and drinking red wine alone with a leisurely look on his face.
There was no killing intent, no emotions. He was like a puppet without emotions. This was the conclusion of his many experiments. This allowed him to deceive the professional's perception of danger.
As long as a professional was in the city lord's manor, it was very likely that they would sense his killing intent.
Lake came behind the city lord. He looked at the city lord who was about to die in his hands and couldn't help but feel a bit proud.
He liked this feeling, the life and death of a big shot being controlled by him.
"It's over!" he thought to himself. The divine dagger in his hand stabbed towards the city lord's heart.
He knew very well how sharp the divine dagger was. Even if the city lord was wearing a professional's armor, he wouldn't be able to block his attack.
If he wasn't afraid of the professional's counterattack before his death, he would have already expanded the target of his assassination mission to professionals.
Just as the divine dagger in his hand was about to pierce the city lord's heart, he felt that something was wrong. Because at this time, his hand was empty. His hand was empty behind the city lord's back.
The atmosphere suddenly froze. He didn't understand what had happened. Where did his divine dagger go?
While he was in a daze, the city lord was shocked and reacted at the same time.
There's an assassin! "As the City Lord shouted, he turned around and kicked Laker's lower body.
Laker let out a shrill "Ow!" and then fell to the ground.
The city lord's bodyguards quickly arrived. What awaited Lake was the city lord's anger. The consequences for him were either burning at the stake or being chopped to death.
In another medium-sized city, Viscount Behuon was holding a banquet. At this time, the guests had just arrived. This banquet would last from the afternoon until midnight.
Viscount Behuon's family was a noble family with a heritage of hundreds of years. Their wealth was extremely rich in this medium-sized city.
As the head of this family, he enjoyed the most luxurious life every day. He also liked banquets, because there would be many noble ladies at these banquets. These were all a part of his life.
Today, he was holding this banquet in the name of welcoming a friend. Of course, his intentions for holding this banquet were well known by most of the nobles in this city. But as this was the highest level banquet, the nobles who came still flocked like ducks.
Viscount Behuon's eyes were more focused on the noble ladies who came. He was choosing his target for today.
"Lord Viscount, it's time!" The steward on the side reminded him softly.
Viscount Behuon put away his unbearable appearance and walked to the center of the hall.
"Welcome everyone to today's banquet!" He held a glass of red wine in his hand and said loudly.
Just as the guests were looking at him, their eyes suddenly revealed a look of horror. Even the face of the housekeeper beside him changed greatly.
"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you!" Viscount Behuon saw the steward's expression and couldn't help but shout in a low voice.
But he quickly realized that his voice was different from before. His voice had become much sharper.
He was very familiar with this voice, because this was his real voice.
But how could his voice have changed back to its original voice in front of so many people?
He quickly reached out to touch his face. In his touch, the divine artifact mask that was tightly attached to his face had disappeared.
He wasn't actually Viscount Behuon. The real Viscount Behuon had been killed by him when he was meeting his lover, and then replaced Viscount Behuon.
And the divine artifact mask was the reason why he was able to perfectly impersonate Viscount Behuon for ten years, and enjoy everything that Viscount Behuon had.
The divine artifact mask could hide one's face. It could change one's appearance, aura, and voice to a specific target. This was practically another identity.
"Where's Viscount Behuon? Who are you? "The steward grabbed him, faintly guessing in his heart.
What awaited this fake Viscount Behuon was the judgement of the noble arbitration. His fate wasn't much different from that of the assassin Laker.
Thief God Milton took back his two divine artifacts, and the two of them fell into a desperate situation.
Two divine artifacts appeared in front of his divine body, and he grabbed the divine artifact dagger. As for the divine artifact mask, he didn't care about it at all.
It was very difficult for him to move his divine body with a quarter of his soul, so he used the dagger to stab at the ancient steel wall.
But at this moment, the Druil soul no longer gave Thief God Milton a chance. The power inside the crystal angel statue intensified, and three quarters of Thief God Milton's soul was forcefully pulled into the crystal angel statue.
If the intensity of the hymn outside the crystal angel statue was one, then the intensity of the hymn inside the crystal angel statue was ten.
As soon as three quarters of Thief God Milton's soul was pulled into the crystal angel statue, he lost the ability to fight back.
The golden soul turned into a human figure. It was a bit hesitant, but it soon crawled on the ground.
At the same time, Abel sensed a strong surge of faith coming out of the golden soul figure. It was almost the same as Izual's.
When Thief God Milton lost control of three-quarters of his soul, the one-quarter of his soul inside the starlight defensive circle stopped stabbing out.
Losing control of three quarters of his soul left a deep wound on the remaining one quarter of his soul.
If a person's soul was attacked, even if it didn't lose anything, it would still be fatal.
Many professions were unable to progress because their souls were damaged, and some even regressed.
For a divine being, losing a little bit of soul was not fatal, but losing three quarters of one's soul was not just a little bit of damage. It was a serious injury.
Thief God Milton couldn't even keep a quarter of his soul. From the crystal angel statue's shadow inside the Druil soul, three quarters of Thief God Milton's golden soul began to pull.
If Thief God Milton was still conscious, he would've been able to resist the suction.
However, he had lost all ability to think. His soul was damaged, and he couldn't do anything.
One quarter of his soul was directly sucked into the crystal angel statue's shadow and merged with the other three quarters of Thief God Milton's golden soul.
Abel was shocked as well. Inside the crystal angel statue's shadow, there was a human figure formed by a golden soul. It was a divine spirit.
At the same time, he thought of another consequence. If a law-defying wizard was killed, there would be a "soul light". If a legendary was killed, there would be a "legendary light".
If Thief God Milton died, what would happen?
If there was a light related to a divine being in the golden castle, how would he explain it?
What did he use to kill a divine being?
He still couldn't figure out how Thief God Milton's soul was sucked into the crystal angel statue. Didn't they say divine beings couldn't die? If a divine being's soul was sucked in, did that mean a divine being was dead?
He focused his power of the Will on the starlight defensive circle and realized that Thief God Milton wasn't dead. His divine body was still standing there. It wasn't moving, but it wasn't collapsing.
Abel didn't enter the circle. He didn't want to take the risk even if all of Thief God Milton's soul was sucked in.
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