Generally speaking, a living being was at its weakest when it was in its soul state. At the same time, it was also at its most helpless state. No matter how powerful it was when it was alive, at this moment, it would be a body of consciousness formed by a strange substance. Not to mention a mage with powerful supernatural powers, even an ordinary person holding a torch would feel unbearable pain.
Unless one had a strong obsession or resentment and turned himself into a spirit of negative energy, it was impossible to resist!
Of course, with André's current level as a mage, he would not allow the cultist to absorb negative energy. He directly used a spell to isolate all energy, and at the same time, tore the soul apart crazily. In just a few seconds, the dead cultist let out a silent scream.
His silver translucent soul was constantly flickering and trembling. His expression was distorted as if he was enduring some kind of cruel punishment. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not be relieved.
André showed his cruelty and cruelty while torturing the cultist. He said to the rest of the cultists, "I believe you all already know the rules. Now, I'll repeat the questions. First, who killed the two adventurers just now? Second, what's the relationship between you and Lauretta? Third, where is the magic circle to summon the devil hidden in this city? "
"Him! It's the man in your hands! He killed the two adventurers! "One of the cultists finally could not withstand the fear of death and shouted while pointing at the soul of his companions.
As a worshipper of the devil, he might not be too afraid of death, but he was afraid that his soul would be imprisoned by the enemy and be subjected to endless cruel torture day after day.
"Very good! This is a good start. I promise you that your death will be a little more pleasant! Who else is willing to answer the remaining two questions? You must know that the opportunity is limited. Only the first to answer will be pardoned. "André glanced at the rest of the cultists. His eyes were full of threat.
* Gulp! *
The cultists who were clamoring to sacrifice all the intruders to Taman a few minutes ago all swallowed their saliva subconsciously. They looked at each other, and no one dared to make a sound, let alone launch an attack.
After all, they weren't fools. They knew what kind of spell that skeleton-shaped finger was. It was the famous seventh-level necromancy spell — Finger of Death!
This spell didn't target the physical body, but the soul. It could forcefully separate the soul from the physical body and cause death. Even if the separation failed, it could still cause great damage to the target.
As the saying went, evil people would be dealt with by evil people. When a group of demon worshippers who took pleasure in slaughtering the weak met an angry powerful mage, the only thing they could do was pray.
The corners of André's mouth curled up slightly as he observed these silent fellows. He suddenly raised his staff and shot out a Rank 3 Arcane Spell, Flame Arrow, directly hitting the face of one of the unlucky fellows.
"Ahhhhhh!!"
The scorching flames instantly began to burn fiercely, burning his entire face beyond recognition, and miserable screams could be heard incessantly.
"This is just a warning! I'll give you a minute to think. If no one answers my question after a minute, I don't mind killing all of you and slowly torturing your souls. I don't believe that trash like you can hold on for long after being tortured day and night. Maybe a week? Maybe a year? Maybe ten years? No problem, I have plenty of time. "
In order to increase the intimidation effect, André purposely stepped on the head of the unlucky cultist, ruthlessly stomping his face into the mud. With the support of the Dragon's Strength spell on his staff, his strength attribute was no worse than a professional warrior's. It was impossible for the weak cervical vertebrae to hold on. After a few seconds, the sound of bones breaking could be heard.
Crack!
Accompanied by a crisp sound, the cultist's neck was bent at a ninety degree angle. There was no need to ask to know that he wouldn't survive.
Without any hesitation, André waved his wrist and quickly extracted the soul, placing it together with the person he killed earlier.
After doing all this, he kicked the corpse to the side like a butcher who had taken thousands of lives. There wasn't a trace of emotion on his face that a normal person should have. He was so cold that it made people's hair stand on end. His eyes were full of contempt for life.
"One minute is up …"
André suddenly raised his head, a cruel smile appearing on his face.
"Is anyone willing to answer my question? If not … "
Speaking of this, he deliberately dragged out his voice and opened his right hand to show his incomparable control over fire. A small ball of golden flame kept changing in the palm of his hand. Sometimes it was an animal, sometimes it was a human. No matter which form it took, it was vivid and lifelike.
However, in the eyes of the cultists, this flame was about to bring them pain and death. Although their shells had a certain degree of fire resistance, they couldn't withstand long-term burning. Even if the outer shell was fine, the fragile internal organs inside would be cooked alive.
A young man who looked only twenty-four years old couldn't suppress the fear in his heart. He jumped out and shouted, "Lauretta is the chosen one personally appointed by Taman! He is the leader of our Poisonous Tail Hook! As for the location of the summoning magic circle, it's at … "
Before he could finish, another cultist raised a strangely shaped dagger and stabbed it into the back of his head from the back. He roared in a fanatical tone, "Die! Traitor! The great Taman will come to this world! "
As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled out the dagger and stabbed it into his chest. In the blink of an eye, the evil black fog swallowed the souls of the two cultists and turned them into some kind of evil energy that was absorbed by the blood-stained dagger.
Obviously, this guy was a true fanatic. He would rather have his soul completely disappear from the world than reveal even a little bit of the secret.
Perhaps stimulated by the example, the rest of the cultists also showed a strong desire to commit suicide!
André instantly realized that ordinary threats seemed to have limited effect on these people with abnormal minds. He quickly chanted a spell and cast 'Berserk Charm' on one of them.
Under the control of the powerful spell, this guy's mind was quickly controlled. But for some reason, he kept hesitating and struggling. After a while, he finally opened his mouth and stammered, "Summon … summon … summoning circle … it's … it's right below the Church of the Goddess of Dawn … Lauretta used a spell … to cover … cover the evil breath …"
* Bang! *
With a loud bang, the head of the charmed cultist exploded like a rotten watermelon. Red and white brain matter splattered everywhere, especially the two bloody eyeballs, which almost hit André's face …
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