"Loina, it can't hear you anymore … Capture the soul." As the male adept's voice trailed off, a strange magical flux reverberated throughout the room, attracting strands of red and black mist from the corpse of the devil. Slowly, the strands of aura filled with order and evil gathered into one, spinning and gathering in the air. Finally, they compressed into a strange gemstone that was red with a hint of black within.
The gem was shaped like a large goose egg. The ferocious face of the pit fiend was faintly contained within the gem, and the image of the devil flashed through the gem from time to time. The gem emitted a hellish red radiance and pulsated heat as it fell into Allen's hand. The moment he touched the gem, the ultimate embodiment of order and evil, premeditated and cunning cruelty, directly affected Allen's spine. However, Allen quickly chased away this feeling, gently tossing the gem into the air.
Looking at the devil's corpse that had begun to disintegrate and decay after losing its soul, Ravenclaw commented, "It's a pity that this method is too slow. We can't harvest too many souls at once. Otherwise, we wouldn't have to go through so much trouble to make this staff."
Following that, the two used the same method to imprison another pit fiend. However, they didn't absorb its soul this time. Instead, they only took the bones from its head and hand, just like how they dealt with the Soul Catcher. This devil was luckier than Amon. After being killed, its soul would return to Baator, and it would become the lowest existence among the devils. It would once again become a lesser devil. Lesser devils looked like the moving pieces of meat by the blood pool. They were disgusting, festering lumps of flesh, with incomplete human bodies and heads. However, they had no intelligence to speak of, and would only be used as cannon fodder by devils of a higher level.
After carefully attaching the devil's bone, the crystal ball, and the soul gem to the top of the staff, it finally took shape. Ravenclaw and Allen then cut their palms, letting their blood flow from the top of the staff to the bottom. The staff was finally completed.
The top of the staff, which was wrapped in the spine of the Dementor, was the skull of the demon. The bones of the demon's arm were connected to the bottom of the staff, tightly grasping a round but solid crystal ball. The soul gem, which was the size of a goose egg, was embedded in the middle of the staff, as if it played the role of connecting the Dementor and the bones of the demon.
Ravenclaw raised it and threw it casually, and the staff slowly flew into the blood pool in the room. The blood pool was filled with the blood of the demons and was bubbling. When the staff fell into the pool, it emitted a strange black and red light, and from time to time, a black shadow would jump up and down quickly above it.
Allen heaved a sigh of relief as he took the mithril staff that was a few heads taller than him and wrapped in bones. He realized that the heavy staff that he was holding before was now almost weightless.
Apart from helping Allen save some mana and stamina when casting spells, the staff could not improve his spellcasting ability. In fact, Allen, who had changed his spellcasting method, would not have the problem of running out of mana without the help of the staff.
However, there were devils who were good at toying with souls and Dementors who were good at absorbing souls. As the final destination of souls, the power of the Underworld allowed this staff to absorb a large number of souls in a short period of time and store them in the crystal ball at the end of the staff.
The runes that came from the Netherese scrolls gave the staff the qualifications to represent the status of an ancient great arcanist. It was the crystallization of complex enchantments and endless research. If attacked directly by the staff, the magical effects and magical items on the target would be broken, and the effects of the spell would be terminated. Permanent magical items would automatically resist the staff, and depending on the ability of the maker, the staff would determine whether the magical item would be reduced to an ordinary item and lose its magical effects.
Finally, the power of shadows allowed the staff to project its own shadow, attacking the enemy from a distance of up to thirty feet. It was the most basic form of attack, but if one was willing to use less mana than normal spells, the mouth and eyes of the pit fiend engraved with runes could spit out a maximum of three force field missiles made of magic and shadow energy. Although the power was far from the arcane fire that Allen had learned before, it still had the ability to track the target. As long as it was not blocked by a shield, it would not be difficult to hit the target.
Allen intended to use the principles of these spells to develop a more basic and weaker version of magic missiles. When he returned to his own era, he could teach the ordinary wizards to use it to solve the problem of hitting the target with other spells. Based on the difference in magical talent, Allen estimated that most of the ordinary wizards would not be able to use these spells that sacrificed power in exchange for movement to kill the enemy. However, this was one of the best defensive measures that they could learn in a short period of time.
"Let's see how effective it is." Ravenclaw looked up and glanced at the wriggling blood clots. "It's just as well that they're useless now. It'll be a little troublesome to clean them up."
Ravenclaw waved his pale arm, and the blood clots could not escape in time. Starting from the sinners closest to Ravenclaw, they stared blankly at the strange remnants of their bodies that were slowly shrinking. They suddenly and madly writhed and howled in pain, but after a few seconds, they abruptly stopped. Finally, they shriveled and shriveled into a ball of jerky that had been drained of all moisture.
Some distance away, some of the converted sinners realized the situation they were about to face. Some continued to beg for mercy uselessly, while others began to curse blindly as they tried to distance themselves from the center of the spellcasting. There was also a small group that stopped trying futilely to hide, and instead prayed for their last repentance, or cried out the names of unknown relatives or loved ones.
In the end, it turned into a deathly silence.
The emotional cries of these few sinners before their deaths made Allen hesitate. Previously, when he was making soul gems, he had used Soul Dementors and pit fiends, evil creatures that only knew how to do evil. Allen had no qualms about destroying them. But when he thought of Ravenclaw's brief description of their crimes, Allen threw this slight discomfort to the back of his mind.
No longer thinking about it, Allen held the scepter in his hand. As his magic flowed, he activated the scepter. Only those who had studied enough soul magic and knowledge could see the soul energy floating out of the blood clot. As if it was being pulled, it was sucked into the mouth of the demon skull at the top of the scepter. Then, it quickly leaped over the spine of the Dementor and finally flowed into the crystal ball. Traces of energy that seemed to carry the expressions of the sinners were moving disorderly in the crystal ball, as if they were futilely trying to break free. However, it did not take long for them to fall silent.
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