The pitch-black sword is fighting against the Psychic Blade, and Donald blocks Rastole from two meters away.

The wall was covered in dust, the hair that had not been taken care of for a long time was pressed against the face because of sweat, and the pale face and blood stains on the corners of his mouth. Donald is in extremely poor condition now.

Wizards mostly have a natural restraining effect on melee professions, but this is under the premise that both sides can guarantee a certain distance. Donald's control methods cannot be said to be lacking. Bigby attacks the palm and binds chains. These are all magical techniques used for field control and assault.

However, Rastolera's approach to close range was too arrogant. I don't know how much energy this guy had stored in his ring. Apart from the first explosion, he could still suck in a mouthful to maintain his physical condition in the future. Donald originally wanted to drag his state until it was dissipated, but he was seized and attacked continuously.

“Hu~Hu~”

Uncontrollable breathing, continuous collision and position change, were forced into a house again, and the mental power margin was less than 2.

"Aren't you a demon? Your Excellency, why haven't I seen you use the power of the demon until now? I said, why do you know the devil language? What can you understand the handwriting on the lost stone slab!"

Rastole's right arm was knotted and constantly pressing the Psychic Blade, staring at Donald. He didn't understand why this guy was obviously without the power of a demon. How could humans learn the language of demons?

This is an unprecedented situation.

"Want to know? OK, let me go now, I will write a letter to tell you the message, I will tell you what you want to know."

Donald grinned and said, "It's all over the place." He is not a fool. He says he's dead, but he doesn't want to say he's dead."

"If you kill you, I will detain your soul and ask slowly. I hope you will still be so stubborn at that time. This may be a bit difficult..."

The black sword was filled with black mist, wrapping the psychic blade. The energy that formed the psychic blade in Donald's perception was quickly destroyed, and his heart sank.

With both palms pressed forward, Bigby attacked the palm!

After injecting all his mental power into it, he must find a way to distance him from Rastole to only 10 meters, so that he can have the opportunity to take the next step.

Hot ~

The giant hand of the force field collided with Rastol's body. The latter raised a long knife and inserted it directly into the ground, while the other hand grabbed the load-bearing pillar next to it. The stones and cracks exploded on the ground and the stone pillars. Rastol was under the impact of flying stones and did not retreat in a single step...

Donald stood up and tried to move to the side, but Rustoll came to him at this time, raised his hand to grab Donald's neck and raised it high.

"Hahaha~ You, you seem to be in pain? Don't worry, I don't have the habit of torture, you will die soon."

Rustoll admired Donald's final struggle and slowly exerted his fingers. Donald, who was pinned, felt that the scene in front of him was becoming blurred and the tones became dark.

Wow~

Donald saw Finger. He had never had a chance to interfere in the previous battle. Now he didn't know where the stone rushed out from behind, jumped up and bit Rastole's arm.

However, as a cat, despite using all his strength, it still cannot cause any damage to Rastole except for leaving a red mark on its skin.

Rastolle squeezed Finger's neck with his left hand and threw it out. Donald's gaze fixed on Finger in the air.

Time slowed down at this moment, and another voice sounded in my mind.

"I said that this body does not belong to you. You have occupied it for so long. It's my turn."

There was a darkness in front of me, and Donald could only sense that his body was falling.

Tick ​​to answer ~

It was the sound of water drops that had first entered the spiritual world. When Donald woke up, he sat on the chair where he was meditating. In front of him was still drawing, clock dial for meditation, and the tabletop was still the same. But in addition to the things on this table, there was also the chair where he was sitting, only a small round area around him was a brown-red floor.

Looking around, the gray-white bookshelf like the bones of the dead replaced the quaint wooden frames, and the surrounding floors also turned into large blue stone bricks. The surrounding lamps were lit with dark blue fire. The tables and chairs that originally belonged to the devil were no longer abrupt. Now, Donald's things are the abrupt part in this spiritual world...

Outside the spiritual world, Rastolle looked at Donald with his head hanging down. He didn't remember that he had broken the other party's neck with force.

"I haven't tried hard yet. It's not like you who pretended to be dead. Maybe it would be better for you to experience it yourself?"

Rastoller began to tighten his fingers, he was ready to kill Donald and then collect his soul. Although he didn't want to talk to that person, he was willing to offer enough sacrifices, although it was troublesome to get the secret in Donald's mind.

"Death? Or you want to try it?"

Donald looked up again, darkness occupied his eyes, his emerald green pupils were scarlet with blood mist, and the dark green flame suddenly appeared on Rastole's hand that was pinching his neck.

"How could it be, you are not a human... Demon, you are..."

The situation in front of him made Rastole fall into chaos. He was beaten so badly before and did not use the power of the demon. Why did he appear when he was about to die?

"Rastole, your name is Rastole, right? You are very good. Without you, maybe I will have to wait for a while before I can completely invade this guy's body. It was you who put him on the verge of death and handed over the control of his body."

He raised his hand to grab Rastole's wrist. The dark green flame was still burning. The wide palm shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye. The fire quickly spread to the forearm. Donald blinked and continued:

"Is Solofik the one who signed the contract with you? He seems to be the Dark Walker, one of the Demon Kings of the Abyss, very good, you helped me, so I decided to give you a reward."

"This, this...thank you for your gift!"

Rastole was stunned for a moment and didn't know what to say. When he heard the devil's reward, he responded quickly.

"Yes, this is the attitude you should have. I will allow your soul to sacrifice to me and become a part of me. Your body will also become the nutrient for my current body. How about it, are you happy?"

Demon's gratitude is often "unbearable", although this is indeed a gift in the eyes of some creatures in the abyss, and being able to become part of the strong is a lifelong dream for them.

"What did you say? It's impossible!"

Rastol had already reacted at this moment and was about to escape immediately. The demonic power was activated, and a large shadow wrapped Donald.

But when he came to his senses, the dark green flame on his right arm had burned to the position of his elbow, and the burned area was completely unconscious.

His reaction was too slow.

"Your Excellency, let me go, and I am willing to sacrifice to you with other sacrifices."

"But I need you very much now. The guy in my body has not been completely swallowed up yet. I need the demonic power and your soul in your body to help me complete the last step."

The shadow was driven away by the flames, and the flames on Rastole's arm spread rapidly. The body, which was temporarily strengthened by talent transformation, quickly shriveled down. It was not to restore its original state, but to completely dry up!

"No, this cannot be... Great Dark Walker, your loyal believers are being persecuted by other demons. Please look at me and offer you all my things!"

Rastole was completely panicked. He didn't know how to deal with the damn dark green flame. He needed help.

The off-white energy in the siphon bone ring was overflowing wildly. Since obtaining this ring, he no longer remembers how much Rastoller has absorbed. Now it is all used as a sacrifice, just to ask that the adult can turn his eyes to him briefly.

His head suddenly became dizzy, and Rastole fell to the ground, as if he had completely lost consciousness, while the flames on his arm stopped burning at this moment.

"Sorofik, I haven't seen each other for a long time. I'll kneel down at the moment of reunion, right?"

Donald put his hands into his coat pocket and smiled.

"Huh~Mineato, your breath is gone in the abyss. They said you betrayed and ran away, and they didn't know where to go. Unexpectedly, you hurried here. In order not to let them discover, the price you paid seems to be not small. Now you are simply incredible."

"Stop talking nonsense, I want the soul and body of you, the believer, to restore my state, and I will repay you later."

From this tone, the relationship between Mineato and Solofik seems to be OK, at least to the extent that they can make transactions.

"Mineato, during the period when you are not here, a lot of things have happened to the abyss..."

Solofik was talking about other things.

"What does it mean? The breath on your body...Sorofik, you actually joined them!"

As if he had discovered something, Mineato gritted his teeth.

"Yes, since I can't beat it, then join them. This is a normal thing. At least it's much better than if you become such a ghost. The pattern in the abyss is changing. Mineato, you are behind the scenes... Do you want to use my contractor to restore your strength? Since I noticed it, I will never give you this opportunity. I didn't expect that, I'm waiting in the abyss... waiting for the day when you are completely destroyed by them!"

As he finished speaking, Rastole was awakened as if a drowning man was rescued, gasping for breath, and the flames on his body were extinguished. He was very happy, but the next second he found that the demonic power in his body was destroying his whole body, and every pore in his body was seeping out of black mist.

Cracks began to appear on the surface of the flesh and blood. Rastole opened his mouth, without any sound, only a gurgling black mist poured out of his mouth.

Sorofik is destroying his contractor!

"Sorofik, you will regret it."

Unable to count on the guy in front of me, Mineato began to think of other ways.

"Yeah?"

The flesh-breaking Rastolle suddenly rose at this time and rushed towards Donald. The black mist took the opportunity to penetrate Donald's body.

This is the last attack before Sorofik left, and it is forcibly oppressing Minejaco's soul!
Chapter completed!