Unknowingly, the Saint Power in Lin Sheng's body began to circulate faster as he shut his eyes.
In the darkness, balls of light began to light up.
Red, representing the Blackfeather Swordsmen.
White, representing the Sacred Shield Tyrant.
Gray, representing the Vault Guards.
Blue, representing the Gray Angel Core.
There were also balls of light of various sizes and colors. They slowly lit up in the darkness, quietly floating, waiting for him to make a choice.
Lin Sheng glanced over and saw seven different light orbs appearing in his field of vision.
"Is it because the space in my soul is wide enough this time, that's why there are so many choices?"
He guessed. His gaze quickly swept past each of the balls of light. Then he stopped at the largest ball of light.
It was a pale white ball of light that he had never seen before.
It was only a little bigger than the Sacred Shield Tyrant. But on its surface, blurry human faces were faintly appearing and disappearing.
Lin Sheng just stared at the ball of light, and he felt irritated, oppressed, and uncomfortable.
"This should be it." He confirmed again. In his vision, this ball of light was the largest, and the strangest.
This feeling and aura was completely compatible with the unique aura of the face with a thousand arms.
He no longer hesitated, and his consciousness moved forward, approaching the ball of light.
Without a sound, the ball of light slowly expanded, and like a curtain being pulled open, it enveloped Lin Sheng's consciousness from both sides, and contained it.
* Hiss … *
There was a faint sound of wind.
Lin Sheng opened his eyes, and found himself standing in a beautiful, yet decadent and cold palace.
Above his head was a huge white-gold candlestick. The candlestick was made up of hundreds of candles, and it looked like a huge icicle hanging down from the snow. It was extremely beautiful.
Beneath his feet was a soft black carpet covered with white hexagons. It was thick and pure in color.
On both sides of the palace, there was a cylindrical pillar that protruded from the wall, and on the sides of the pillar hung large and exquisite paintings of nobles.
In the darkness, the paintings looked eerie and cold under the candlelight.
"Your hands … are so beautiful …"
In the corridor in front of him, a handsome boy in an exquisite white robe stood there quietly. He smiled at Lin Sheng and spoke.
"I also want such beautiful hands …" The little boy's eyes were big, but there was no life in them, and his pupils were unfocused.
"You … You are …!!" An anxious and terrified female voice came from beside Lin Sheng.
He turned his head to look.
On his right, a blonde woman in a white lace dress had appeared out of nowhere.
The woman's face was filled with fear as she retreated step by step.
The heavy platinum gauze on her hair was also gradually slanting as she trembled.
"No … Don't …!!" The woman quickly turned around and fled in fear.
She ran to the other end of the corridor, getting closer and closer to the door that led to the exit.
At this moment.
On the right side of the door, another beautiful little boy in a white suit walked out. He looked exactly like the boy from before.
He quietly walked to the middle of the road and blocked the way.
"Ahhh!!!" the woman screamed.
Her screams suddenly stopped. Immediately after, her skin began to age, turn dark, wither, and lose all moisture.
Only her arms had become more and more beautiful and tender. It was as if her arms had absorbed all of her blood essence and soul.
"Poof."
The woman fell to the ground, no longer breathing.
Her arms slowly melted into the carpet like candles, while the rest of her body slowly turned into black ash and disappeared.
The little boy stood still and smiled, then slowly walked towards Lin Sheng.
"You can't hear anything, can you? Your Highness "
An old, low male voice came from behind Lin Sheng.
He turned around and saw a white-haired old man in a yellow robe standing on the black carpet, calmly looking at the little boy.
"It's Xeoig" the little boy smiled. "Yes, you're right, I can't hear you"
"The kingdom is about to fall" the old man calmly said, "Come with me, we still have one last hope"
"I like your hand, can you lend it to me?" the little boy didn't answer the question. He stared straight at the old man's hand, his expression a bit eager.
The old man went silent for a while, then took out a golden mask from his chest, lightly put it on, then pressed his other hand.
Tch!
Blood spilled.
He cut off one of the old man's arms and threw it to the little boy.
"I can't protect you anymore … Your Highness"
He quickly stopped the bleeding, his expression becoming more sorrowful.
"It's fine" the little boy caught the arm and held it tightly in his chest. "As long as it's with me, you won't die"
The little boy smiled and looked up.
"Just like how you protect me, Xeoig"
Bam!!
Everything in front of Lin Sheng shattered like crystal, turning into dust and sand that scattered everywhere.
Once again, he returned to a dark field of vision.
In his vision, in the air in front of him, a white-haired little boy was silently floating.
The boy opened his eyes, but there was no emotion in them.
He was wearing an exquisite, close-fitting court-style robe, and his face was delicate and flawless.
But what surprised Lin Sheng was that behind the boy, there was a white-haired old man in a yellow robe floating.
The old man was holding a staff, his mouth was sewn shut, and his entire body below the waist was fused to the boy's back.
But his body was somewhat translucent, so it was hard to see if one did not pay attention.
"Fused as one?" Lin Sheng did not have to guess to know that this old man should be Xeoig, the court mage that Khadula kept by his side forever.
He did not know what happened in the elven dungeon, but Khadula and Xeoig were silent at the bottom of the pool, as if they were fighting against something, waiting for something.
Was it that unknown power of decay? Or something that was stationed and sealed in the stone temple?
At first, Lin Sheng thought that the stone temple was designed to seal and suppress Khadula, but he had clearly killed Khadula last night, and yet the stone temple was still there, motionless. The divine axe was still glowing in a blinding green light.
"These hidden secrets may never see the light of day again …" Lin Sheng sighed in his heart. Then, he focused his attention on the boy in front of him.
"It's time to try a new method …"
He looked at the boy calmly. His consciousness quickly entered the boy's body.
A large amount of memories belonging to the face with a thousand arms quickly flowed into the blank body of the summoned creature.
With the influx of countless twisted memories, the boy's face gradually became demonic.
It was just an ordinary smile, but it gave off a sense of madness, danger, coldness, and cruelty.
A few seconds later, when all the memories of Khadula's soul fragments had been copied.
Lin Sheng retracted his consciousness and opened his eyes.
In the dilapidated temple courtyard, in front of the summoning circle, stood a white-haired boy with a delicate face, androgynous.
He looked only eight or nine years old, and his soulless eyes were like amethyst, clear and bright.
His skin was more delicate than a pearl, his facial features were flawless, and his pink lips were as pure as rose petals.
This was a boy who was more beautiful than a doll.
"Khadula, your name is still Khadula, although it is not your real name," Lin Sheng said quietly.
Without further ado, his consciousness quickly flowed into Khadula's mind through the mysterious channel.
He could control all the summoned creatures in this way. They were like his temporary clones.
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