It was not winter, and the wandering souls gathered by the lamp could not kill people. At most, they could kill insects and mosquitoes, but it was not enough to make Reynolds feel "pressured". So he kept meditating, patiently waiting for the lamp to gather the wandering souls' energy. Half an hour, an hour, three hours passed, and Reynolds was almost unable to keep up with the meditation. The wandering souls' energy had gathered into a volume as large as a tent, but the "pressure" still did not appear.
"There is still a big difference between an energy mass and a real wandering soul. Wandering souls can take the initiative to attack, but an energy mass can only disperse evenly. Without a mass, its power cannot be manifested. Maybe I should ask Lord Kipling for more details. "Reynolds sighed and decided to stop meditating. But before that, he summoned the Soul Harvesting Dagger and stabbed at the wandering souls' energy mass.
The dagger glowed red, and a warm feeling entered his body from his palm. "It works!" Reynolds was happy for less than a second, when the circular divine spell array in the center of the room also lit up, the lightning cross symbol shining brightly.
Then Reynolds's vision blurred, and he found himself in the crystal throne hall in hell.
Dead? Dying once every ten chapters? How did he die? Was it related to the goddess' divine spell array?
The remaining energy stored in the hell's soul crystal was enough to resurrect him, and Reynolds was not worried about that. Unlike last time, Reynolds' body was in "seclusion" in the meditation room, and no one would disturb him, so he was not in a hurry to resurrect. And it was clear that it was more important to figure out how he died in hell and how to avoid this problem from happening again.
After all, the energy in the soul crystal was only enough for one resurrection.
To find the answer, it seemed that he would have to rely on the help of the person and the demon sealed in the mirror. Reynolds calmed himself down, and then slowly walked to the throne.
As soon as he took a step, Reynolds felt the difference. His soul was more solid than before, and when his feet touched the hard ground, they would no longer scatter, only slightly change in shape. If it was smoke in the past, it was at least cotton candy now. At the same time, his senses became sharper. Not only did colors other than red, white, and black appear in his vision, his ears also caught two faint breathing sounds.
Looking in the direction of the sound, it turned out to be Reynolds Hall and the forked demon in the mirror on the back of the throne. The two of them had their heads tilted to the side, their eyes closed, and they were deep in sleep. The sound of their breathing was coming from them. Reynolds stretched out two fingers and placed them in front of the mirror. Obviously, they weren't really breathing, and the sound was a fake.
"You two … I … have nothing to say …" Reynolds sat on the throne that was full of sharp blades, and then adjusted himself into a comfortable sitting position. Before he could summon them, they woke up on their own.
The demon: "How did you get here if you didn't die?" The dead man: "How did he become so energetic?" Reynolds: "Why do you still need to sleep?"
The three of them spoke at the same time, but they all heard each other.
"I'm not dead?" "Boring!" "It's just some sort of training method."
There was no way to have a good conversation if they spoke at the same time, so Reynolds waved his fist and shut the two guys up. "Even if it's Dou Dizhu, you can't play your cards at the same time. You have to play one by one. Let's settle the matter of whether I'm dead or not first! "
"You're not dead. You definitely didn't come back from the dead." The forked demon said with certainty, "When the body dies and the devil returns to hell, his eyes will dim, which is a very obvious characteristic. Obviously, you don't have such a performance. I thought you'd have to wait for a dozen years to learn the ritual to open the passage to hell and summon the devil before you can take the initiative to come back here. What did you do up there? "
Reynolds briefly described what had happened, and the forked demon showed great interest in the magic formation of the Iceberg Fortress. "I've long heard that the western border of the Duchy of Northland is a fortress of the Church of the Goddess of Thunder, but I didn't expect there to be such a magical thing. It's not that I'm weak and ignorant, but that as a devil, I really don't dare to go to those fortresses. "
"What, are you afraid of death? Aren't you bound to this hell? If you die, you'll just come back here. What's there to be afraid of? "
The forked demon shook his head. "Devils are the same as other creatures in the world, they can die. Of course, ordinary methods can't kill us. There are a few ways to kill a devil. For example, carrying out murder in hell: the devils who die here will be assimilated into the plane of hell and can't be resurrected. However, devils with territories have more chances, and they can still be resurrected by losing territory and strength. The second is to grasp the devil's true name, and then use powerful spells to directly attack the true name, destroying the devil's core. This way, even if they have territories, they can't be resurrected. The third is to use the opposite power, such as the so-called good divine power to directly attack. Oh, don't misunderstand, divine power is not divine magic. Ordinary human priests can only drive us away at most, but can't completely destroy us. At the very least, it needs to be a medium angel to do it. The last is the holy land, the focus of divine power. Such places are like fire to humans. "
"Write it down, maybe I'll test it later," Reynolds said to the man in the mirror.
"If you don't remember, I can say it twice." The forked demon laughed. "I think, if the three of us want to have a long-term stable cooperation, it's necessary to be honest with each other. I know four million ways to kill humans, four thousand ways to destroy souls, and four ways to kill devils. Telling you four ways to kill devils can be considered as a sign of goodwill, or at least a kind of balance, right? "
Reynolds nodded. The Reynolds in the mirror still had a vigilant expression. He had been tortured by devils for so many years, he would never be convinced.
"So, you have already arrived at Iceberg Fortress and started training. How is life there? "
Reynolds thought for a moment and replied, "The people here are good, they can definitely still persevere. But if your body can be better, or at least reach the level of a normal healthy person, I won't be so tired. "
"You can't completely blame me for this, the forked demon is the main culprit."
"No," the forked demon shook his head and immediately opposed Horr. "You are the cause of everything. You don't want to be a knight, you want to live a relaxed and dissolute life, you summoned me. "
Seeing that the two guys were about to quarrel again, Reynolds slapped the throne. "Stop, this is meaningless! Forked demon, if you have the energy, why don't you count how much more soul crystals you have! I killed a griffin and stabbed a wandering soul with a dagger. "
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