Icha scanned the demon swarm. A demon recognized him and winked at him, and he winked back.
Many demons were holding a half-palm-sized rune stone in their claws, dipping something in the torrent. Every time the rune stone penetrated deeply into the torrent, it caused a sharp hissing that echoed endlessly.
Yi Cha took a closer look at the rune stones and found that the characters, patterns, and paint-impregnated patterns on them were very familiar.
The purpose of those rune stones is "soul storage".
It is not difficult to make, but the production process is undoubtedly in the hands of a very small number of magicians, let alone demons who are accustomed to natural brute force and have no idea of magic.
Although Naluf had already mentioned that Chaos Hell is developing rapidly today, and the level of technology and culture has skyrocketed like a tide, he did not expect that this kind of magic weapon would be so popular now.
Speaking of which, I haven't seen any letters from them recently.
"What do they do with collecting souls?" Yicha asked Xikis.
"It turns out they are collecting souls!" Hikis blinked.
I forgot. Xiqisi is a stupid bird and doesn't fly first.
The Harpy Harpy didn't come back much earlier than him. Besides, she had no interest in these things and had no talent. Due to her mixed bloodline, the upgrade of Chaos Power had a much weaker impact on her.
The sky suddenly cleared. Noise stress is removed from the ears.
When I looked again, it turned out that the gate of Gamenity had been closed at some point. The torrent of souls also stopped. The demons scattered like a flock of birds after drinking water.
Yicha soon discovered a member of the Dankarabi Order among the scattered demons nearby. He also held a rune stone the size of a spoon in his hand, so he intercepted him and asked him.
The answer I got was once again somewhat unexpected:
The demons used storage rune stones to capture souls in this torrent, in order to replenish soul energy.
"Is there anything that needs soul energy now?" he asked.
Soul energy.
The energy obtained by consuming and torturing the soul is extremely cruel. Even without considering any of the caster convention rules promulgated by the Royal Hengzhao Garden, just considering the application and stability, the manipulation and use of soul energy is extremely difficult.
What needs to consume soul energy?
The demons dispersed from them. For a moment, only the faint sizzle of flames from Yanya was left.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but the air in Chaos Hell was different. Yi Cha thought.
"Well...a lot."
The member of the Order of the Fallen Angels blinked blankly. He was much neater than the last time I saw him. Icha noticed that the seams of his robe were as neat as the heartbeat of a dead person. It was hard to imagine that they were made by hand. "The factory. The nursery. The graveyard...I can't remember. And the Shimondigan area..."
Icha frowned. What is all this?
"What kind of factory? Who taught you how to use these? Where is Shimondigan? Is it a newly created territory by some Duke?"
"The factory is the factory of the King of Demons. I don't know what the other ones do... The dean asked us not to get involved with those."
The group members scratched their messy hair and were obviously trying their best to answer the question: "Well... Ximondigan District is the territory of King Zileunus."
"king?"
Yicha's gaze suddenly became extremely sharp, and the poor fallen angel cultivator trembled.
"We only have one demon king. Queen Beelzebub, the great enemy of God. Next are the three great dukes."
I've only been gone four months. So what happens?
Yi Cha thought to himself and forced himself to slow down his tone. "Tell me, who is this Tsiliunus?"
"Uh...King Qilunus applied and promoted soul energy."
The fallen angel cultist's tongue began to become knotted, like a poor student who was suddenly inspected, "Beelzebub, the Demon Queen, granted...awarded..."
"Oh! Look at you! You sound so anxious! Let me do the talking!" Hikis shouted.
She was about to explain.
A sharp afterimage passed by his face, and Chaint was no longer where he was.
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"Naruf! Naruf!!" Yicha kicked open the door of the tower. A bunch of unseen brats gathered around him chattering. Hand him the towel and wine glass.
Ignoring them, he flew across the corridor and jumped one level at a time along the two tall pillars in the tower that led directly to the top.
Looking back now, I didn't see the heroic figure of Suffocation Night in the sky above the courtyard, maybe the captain was not there. "Single Karabi!!"
The magical voice of command echoed.
This is his manor, and his call should be heard throughout the manor.
No response was heard from the dean and captain. A parrot-like kid heard the sound and landed on his shoulder.
"The dean has gone on patrol," said the little parrot. "He has gone on patrol with his crew. The captain is in the uppermost bedroom."
Echa rushed to the uppermost corridor.
You have to explain it to me carefully. He thought as he dashed towards the bedroom. I have nothing against the progress of hell. I raised my talons and wings in support. But shouldn't I be informed?
There is a lock on the door. Notification lock.
Along the way, he saw that the entire tower was decorated luxuriously and warmly, and there were many more appliances that he had never seen before. But he has no time to spend on it now.
Yi Cha forced the door open without any ceremony.
"Naruf. Haven't you slept for ninety million years?" The bedroom was quiet. He strode to the bed and shouted sarcastically.
There was a petite figure lying in the bed curtain. That was the captain's temporary occupation of Ilikgul's.
Ichara opened the bed curtain, but there was no reaction from the demon inside. Still sleeping with his eyes closed. In the little breast pocket she held a diamond and gold pen. A little devil was sitting on her pillow, combing her hair.
"Naruf. Dude?" he whispered.
wrong.
A cold feeling spread from the bottom of his heart. He realized something terrible was coming. How could it come so fast? Maybe 90 million years is really too long?
He stared at the sleeping captain. Once that thought came to his mind, he could suddenly see the shape of the soul. The real shape,&nbp;&nbp;not the shape after concretization.
The true shape of the soul. It's as opaque as a frosted finish. Each corner was ground into an oval, glowing with a lifeless gray sheen.
It has a face. Icha had not seen Naruf's face before, but the soul's face was undoubtedly his real face. It's just like pebbles that have been washed away for countless years, and their appearance is unclear.
There is a chair next to the bed. The seat of the chair is slightly dented, as if someone sits here regularly.
Yi Cha sat on it and thought.
The permanent decay of the soul...has nothing to do with healing. Not possible to fix. It can only be reshaped.
But reinvention should have no meaning for them.
"The dean is back. The patrol is not over yet. Why is the dean back? Oh! The notification lock is broken!" The little parrot flew in at some point, sat on a beam, and said.
Soon, Karabi Shan's footsteps sounded in the corridor. A thin, resolute-looking demon walked in quickly.
"Holy Angel! Duke Echaint!"
The dean's moist dark green eyes suddenly lit up, and then he almost staggered with excitement and was about to salute him.
"Sit down." Yi Cha said and sighed, "I know why you haven't communicated with me recently."
