"Don't quibble … We've done many divinations, and although most of them failed, there are still some vague clues. You must be related to those assassins!"
Many mysterious symbols flashed in Clado Tisamo's eyes.
The Son of Wind's eyes suddenly became confused, and his facial muscles twitched violently. One of his hands slowly grabbed his other hand, as if a second personality had been born in his body, and it was splitting and fighting.
The church professions of the Door of All Doors were mainly based on faith, but there was also the [Spiritual Child] sequence!
This Archbishop Clado Tisamo was the sixth sequence of this path — the [Controller]!
He could control many spirits, even the spirits of his enemies. By looking at them, he could confuse their minds and even create a second personality.
At this moment, he did not even need the Son of Wind to answer. As long as he captured him, a new spirit would be born in his body, and he would control the body. The Son of Wind would then become a different person with his original memories and strength, but with a completely different personality and a crazy believer of the Door Master.
When that time came, he would naturally tell the truth.
One of the Son of Wind's eyes was bloodshot, and part of his body was changing. Obviously, he knew that this was the most dangerous moment.
He struggled to reach his chest with his strangled hand, brought a small conch horn to his mouth, and blew into it.
Woo woo!
Amidst the deep sound, tornadoes appeared one after another.
They violently blew the remains of the coffin on the ground and the dried corpse, causing it to involuntarily roll a few times and look away.
The Son of Wind instantly gained control of most of his body, and he wanted to escape.
The dried corpse was obviously a cursed object, and it was a forceful control type.
The sign of using an ability was to pay attention to the enemy!
When his gaze shifted, the Son of Wind, who had been mostly controlled, immediately regained his freedom.
"No, you don't want freedom!
"Go back, only believe in the Door Master!
"No … I believe in fate!"
The madness on the Son of Wind's face became more obvious. Taking advantage of the chaos, he wanted to control the wind to leave and suppress the mental problem in his body.
As a Western mystical system, he had some understanding of the [Controller] system, and he had some experience in dealing with this kind of spiritual control.
"Come back!"
Clado Tisamo said in a low voice.
In an instant, the Son of Wind felt like he had lost control of all the tornadoes. This was unbelievable.
His career path started from controlling the wind. From [Wind Whisperer]'s communication control to [Son of Wind]'s Wind Blessed.
But now, the [Son of Wind] felt that the wind seemed to have a life of its own. It gave birth to its own spirit and will, and it began to refuse to serve him.
This immediately calmed the strong winds, and the many Beyonders on the ground were no longer suppressed, allowing them to join the battlefield.
All things have spirits!
The [Controller]'s ability was to forcibly control any spiritual body whose level was lower than his.
For example, he could control the Fire Spirit and become a master of controlling flames.
He could even cause a space or region to give birth to a spirit body, thereby dominating the void of that region, preventing others from teleporting or using the power of that space to suppress his enemies!
It could be said that it was a rather strange and terrifying profession.
At this moment, Clado Tisamo bestowed the gales with spirituality and life, allowing them to resist the Son of Wind's control.
The Son of Wind's face was full of despair.
After all, he was only a Fifth Sequence Beyonder and was naturally suppressed by a demigod.
If the other party hadn't wanted to capture him alive, he might have been toyed to death!
In the maple forest, [Wind Whisperer] Lord O 'Neal was fleeing for his life, full of confusion. "Why … did the plan fail? Did the enemy ambush me in advance?"
A mere cursed item, even if it was the legendary shroud of an old god, shouldn't be like this!
The next moment, he seemed to hear countless prayers in his ears.
The various mixed and overlapping voices sank into his brain, causing his thoughts to become chaotic.
He screamed and fell to the ground, covered in mud and fallen leaves. The veins on his forehead bulged like earthworms.
This was a Fifth Sequence Beyonder from the church — [Bishop]!
They simply used the chaotic spirituality that was accumulated from the prayers of countless believers and poured it all into the enemy's body, bringing about extremely terrifying damage!
"Although I've disguised my face, once I'm captured and my disguise is washed away, my career and my family will all be over …"
Lord O 'Neal's heart was full of despair.
He looked at the [Bishop] who was slowly walking over and saw the tornado disappear. He had already lost all will to resist.
However, fate didn't seem to have given up on him.
The [Bishop] from the church was about to step forward, but suddenly touched his forehead, and a wall of light appeared in front of him.
From the wall, he could vaguely hear the prayers of countless believers.
Within the golden light, there were also a large number of praying phantoms.
They were like an iron wall of faith, forming a solid defense.
Whoosh!
Then, this wall of light was shattered by a beam of demonic light.
Not only that, but the black light seemed to be full of depravity and negative emotions, which dyed into the golden light.
Those believers who were praying piously suddenly had their faces twisted, and hideous bloody tears flowed down their faces as they did all kinds of immoral things.
They slaughtered, they stole, they looted, they depraved …
It seemed that in just an instant, the wall of faith had become the wall of depravity!
[Bishop] was hit by the black light, screamed, fell to the ground, and suddenly began to mutate.
Countless tentacles shot out from under his ascetic robe, turning his whole body into a pile of rotten meat that kept waving tentacles.
On the surface of the rotten meat, there were all kinds of depraved colors, converging into complex strange patterns.
Lord O 'Neal quickly turned his head, not daring to look again.
"You still have a chance to escape."
A figure suddenly appeared beside him, so that Lord O 'Neal could only see a pair of black leather boots.
He didn't look up, because his spirituality was frantically warning him.
O 'Neal could only stand up and quickly flee the scene.
"Very smart? And very sensible. "
Chung Shen-soo's second primordial soul looked at the fleeing figure of O 'Neal and commented lightly.
He was the one who had activated the Nine Heavens Secret Magic Prayer Light and saved O 'Neal.
"Are the Western fortune-tellers also very powerful? They didn't directly divine me, but after discovering danger, they divined clues from the side?
"Unfortunately, even if they caught these two, they still don't know my identity."
Chung Shen-soo held the Heavenly Fiend Banner and waved it casually.
Countless Heavenly Fiend Mantras fell from the banner, turning into endless demonic divine powers that hit the convoy, the survivors, and Crado Tisamo!
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