Chapter 190
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"Are you going to use the Wailing Banshees to repel the Nephilic Judges?"
As the executioner of the church, Cheryl had lived in this world for so many years. Of course, she knew what creatures she should be afraid of.
In addition to the dragons, which were feared by the regular weak creatures, the creatures that the Nephilic Judges hated the most were the banshees in the branch of the undead.
"The singing of the banshees is indeed a good choice. I have used this method to kill the Nephilic Judges of the church."
Josiah showed the mark on his palm to Cheryl. Several of the undead from the Venerated Skeleton's forest had tasted the flesh and blood of the Nephilic Judges.
But on the day of the release of the "Goblins vs. Gnomes" card pack, Josiah couldn't let the Wailing Banshees idol group under the Venerated Skeleton hold a live concert.
Even if Noland had the existence of the Undead Association, this kind of magic that played with the souls of the dead would eventually be feared by people.
"But some clergymen in the church are also very good at dealing with the undead. Those guys may have already known that you have the ability to control the undead."
Cheryl tried not to look at the mark on Josiah's palm.
The mark exuded a dim death aura. She felt suffocated just by looking at it.
Life after becoming a Nephilic Judge was so troublesome. She began to become more and more neurotic. Any object with ominous meaning placed in front of her would shake her inner peace.
"I'm not going to let the banshees play in person, but their voices will not be absent."
Josiah stretched out his hand, and a day banshee appeared behind Josiah. These four day banshees had become existences similar to the maids of the Hearthstone Tavern.
Even Madam Marina sometimes needed their power to clean the entire tavern.
The day banshee handed Josiah a black raw crystal.
"Their … voices?"
Cheryl took a step back when she saw the transparent undead behind Josh. Even though they were emitting a kind of holy light, it didn't change anything.
The Nephilic Judges were very wary of this kind of creature that could attack the mind … This was also Shirley's occupational disease.
"Day Banshees don't know how to wail, but their sisters do. This Origin Crystal has recorded the sounds of their sisters," Josiah said.
"You … recorded the Wailing Banshee's voice into the Origin Crystal? Just like … that Frost Elf's song? "
Shirley stared blankly at the Chaos Devil in front of her.
"Of course, this is the world's first Wailing Banshee record. Do you want to listen to it?"
Josiah only needed to inject mana into the pitch-black protocrystal, and the penetrating voice would reverberate throughout the room.
"I don't think the sound recorded through the Primordial Crystal can affect my consciousness."
Cheryl had once encountered a Wailing Banshee. To these undead creatures, screaming was only a way for them to cast spells. They used their screams to mobilize magic power to launch a mental attack.
"You can experience it."
Josiah placed the pitch-black Origin Crystal on the desk. Hiri had already cleverly covered her ears.
"If the Nephilic Judges can be repelled by ordinary screams …"
Before she could finish, Josiah had already injected mana into the Origin Crystal.
The voice recorded in the Origin Crystal reverberated throughout the entire study.
Just as Cheryl had expected, it was just a very ordinary female scream with some whimpers and whimpers mixed in it.
Without the caster's magic power, the staff was just an ordinary wooden stick. The same principle applied to the Wailing Banshee's Scream.
Although the scream made Cheryl a little upset, it was too monotonous compared to the crazy murmurs.
This thought only lasted for less than ten seconds. The sound emitted from the crystal was no longer a monotonous shriek. The same shriek overlapped and began to repeat at an extremely high frequency.
Josiah covered his ears and looked at Cheryl. Ten seconds ago, she was still listening to the Wailing Banshee's first performance calmly. But now, her expression had started to distort.
The first ten seconds of the audio was just a solo by Miss Banshee. Towards the end, it became a chorus, a chorus of thousands of people.
The screams kept repeating at an extremely uncomfortable frequency. When Josiah made this audio, it was no different from scratching his fingernails on a blackboard. It was hair-raising.
"Stop!"
Cheryl was starting to feel uncomfortable. If it was just an ordinary woman wailing in her ears, she might be able to shut her up with a punch.
But when thousands or even tens of thousands of voices kept repeating the same voice, there was only one thing that Cheryl wanted to do …
And that was to cut off the necks of all the creatures present with that sharp sword.
The agitation in her heart stimulated the original interrogator's killing intent. When Josiah stopped the input of magic, the strange audio stopped.
Cheryl covered her ears and retreated to a corner.
Judging from her twisted expression, the side effects of the power of the judge had already filled her consciousness.
"Eat this. I think you'll feel better."
Josiah picked up some fruits on the table and passed them to the trembling Cheryl who was curled up in the corner.
The audio just now had seriously polluted her mind.
"What's with that voice …"
Cheryl held the fruits Josiah passed to her, but she did not eat them. Her mind was filled with all kinds of cruel thoughts. The malicious murmurs kept ringing in her ears.
She had a mental breakdown. She opened the Weave and opened Noland's Voice and the spellcasters' forum.
The gentle and tranquil voice of the Frost Elf Taelin, as well as some interesting comments and comical expressions on the Magic Net forum, made Shirley feel a little happy, and she slowly recovered from her mental breakdown.
"I only played the sharp horn of a banshee at a very short frequency."
"I … don't want to hear it a second time."
This was the only comment Cheryl had on the recording. After eating the fruits Josiah passed to her, she barely recovered her body's instincts. She supported herself against the wall and slowly stood up.
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