The blood-red figure turned around and bit her. Roma winced in pain, but persisted and did not let go. She ripped it off completely and threw it far into the pit. The incomplete fire disappeared under the cliff.
But this is not a strong counterattack. The tide of souls launched a riot. They were no longer afraid of Roma's bows and arrows, and rushed to bite them like crazy. There were also many slightly stronger fire types, led by the idiot king, who were watching from the sidelines. These disgusting things swallowed at her maliciously, as if Roma was a string of roasted meat on the stove.
Uriel inadvertently helped her, and the power of the divine rune forced the figure to flinch. Roma finally got rid of the siege, jumped into the air and drew the bow string. Her soul is more talented at jumping than her body, perhaps because she has lost weight. The storm swarmed into the group of figures, and her magic power was instantly reduced by a large amount. This was still the case when Sovero's effectiveness was still there. Roma knew that as soon as the time limit expired, her bows and arrows would only be able to use armor piercing to point out enemies one by one, and it would be impossible to deal with a large group of enemies.
The little lion hid herself behind Uriel's golden sword, and the radiance of divine magic made her unable to open her eyes. The souls in the secret ceremony immediately stopped and hesitated around the edge. Only then did she have time to breathe, and she remembered that Uriel had never been entangled by a blood-red figure since he entered the pit.
Only the guy who calls himself the king hasn't given up yet. But he couldn't do anything to a living person...until the mystery at the core of the mystery increased abnormally and sharply. The power of witchcraft suddenly interfered with reality, and Roma was shocked. She immediately tried to touch Uriel, but nothing happened. Sylvanus saw this scene, with a proud and vicious smile on his ugly face. How could this be? She was furious.
"You are dying," said the dead man. "My people are very hungry... As king, I have the right to be the first to feast on your head."
The mixed group of souls no longer has a pool to hide in. It floats in front of the door, without any shape. "I prefer the belly." The figure laughed mockingly. "Or shoulders."
Roma raised her hand and shot an arrow. It was like a piece of tissue paper shattered under the impact of magic power, and then gathered into shape again. "You can have a fight over your differences in taste, and then the winner will eat the loser's belly or head." She said to the idiot king, "It's best if you win, otherwise the other person's spoils will be one ear less than the other person's. .That’s not fair.”
She wanted to provoke the opponent and create an opportunity for her companions who could not see the enemy to escape. The ladder was broken when it was broken. Roma didn't expect Uriel to use the ladder at first. Of course, this is the inertial thinking of most people... Coloma and Dalton slipped in through the pipeline.
It was not the vigilance of her enemies that overruled her. "The pipeline is very narrow." Zhuoer pointed out, "I'm afraid fire can show off its skills better than living people."
"That's it. We'd better find a way to get you out." Uriel also agreed. He seemed to trust the wanted criminal in the bay more than Roma.
They don't know the situation. Roma thought to herself, what should I be anxious about? Worry only if you stay. Behind him is the endless fire group, and the secret ritual of pain is being activated. Previously, they were isolated and helpless, and Roma could do anything to make up for his mistakes, but now they have a chance to escape, and the little lion's persistence suddenly loses its confidence. After the demon lord left, her relaxation continued until Sylvanus caught up with her and she happened to be out of potions to replenish her strength. To make matters worse, bad luck keeps happening. The mutation of the soul meant the activation of the Painful Mystery, and the leader had no time to stop Drablay.
"Then leave through the gate," she requested. "There are many, no, countless souls here. I don't want to be in the same room with these guys for a second."
"Since there are really as many enemies as you said, I'm afraid we have a better chance of winning against the demon lord."
Another beam of witchcraft light penetrated the door, and a soul with flashing electric light took the opportunity to approach Dalton furtively, without the night elves noticing. But Uriel suddenly turned around, and his sword blade split the unfortunate guy in half like it had eyes. Roma wasn't sure if that was luck.
"My strength is getting smaller." She had no time to participate in the formulation of the next plan, and fear slowly rose from the bottom of her heart. Roma saw that Uriel and Dalton were both listening attentively, as if they had ignored this sentence. They can't hear me anymore.
"My strength is getting smaller!" Roma shouted loudly as he shot an arrow and shattered a fire.
"Don't be afraid!" Uriel heard it this time. He stepped on the fragments of the soul, and the soles of his shoes passed through the blood-red figure's head. "We'll help you find a way. Dalton, is your curse related to the soul?"
"All curses are directed against the soul, even if its intention is to manifest itself in the body. But this does not help. I do not understand the workings of the Arcanum of Pain, nor have I been exposed to its mysteries."
The figure made of a mixture of souls jumped around with arms spread out, mocking her struggle. "Your belly is mine," he declared, "and so are the guts inside. They can't save you, not... you."
Roma let it noisy. At this moment, the cunning enemy has no powerful enemy worthy of attention. The idiot king keeps devouring the souls around him, getting fatter and fatter, and becoming more and more mysterious. The little lion nailed his head with an arrow, and a stream of crimson smoke came out of the breach. Even the mixed-soul figure didn't dare approach him.
"Is Sauron still unresponsive?"
Roma almost forgot about the existence of the ring. "I think it just ran out of steam."
"Take it off and try it," he instructed. Why didn't I think of that? She did so immediately.
A shining silver ring fell out of the mist. The idiot king raised his head, as if he wanted to cast witchcraft on it, but Uriel was faster than him. White frost covered the ground in the blink of an eye. Silvanus stretched out his hand, but shrank back for some reason.
Others were not as hesitant as he was. The tinders kept coming around and reunited with their companions. Only she could see this horrific scene: blood-red figures swarming out of the pit, like ants collectively out foraging. The things crawled much faster than they did, for their feet trampled each other's bones. Hundreds, thousands, thousands of skeletons, stone statues, and body parts. I would never dream of such a disgusting sight in my nightmares. But what she faced was not a dream, but reality.
The scope of divine magic is not wide, and soon these weird souls pile up higher than people. Roma watched Uriel and Dalton playing with the Night Whispering Ring without knowing anything. The former was responsible for replenishing the magic power with ice and snow magic, while the latter recognized the engraved runes in the shadows. They don't know that they are trapped in a tight siege, nor do they know what terrible monsters there are where the divine light cannot be found.
Sauron's advice to get rid of pain appeared on the ice for the first time. The secret ritual has been activated, and your soul has been assimilated by the mystery. Roma, think of happy things, this will make you last a little longer.
"Don't be ridiculous, Sauron," she heard herself screaming.
The secret ritual is not a joke, just stop it! The ring is extremely angry. I warned you a long time ago, stupid lion, and now you have brought it upon yourself. The Secret Ritual of Pain cannot be interrupted, and the key does not have to be inserted into the keyhole. As long as Drablay activates the alchemical core, the trajectory of the secret ritual will change. He paused, erased the previous words and wrote again. Unless your control of magic power is stronger than the pull of the alchemy core, you can only wait to be digested into a pile of residue... Well, the alchemy core is just a key after all, and has no independent consciousness. Maybe even a rookie like you can't. can win
"What about the others?" She told them about Sylvanus and the existence of the Soul Convergence.
The rules are the same. As long as you are stronger than them all, the soul will exclude dissidents. But according to more recent records, the leader of San Carlos is a high-level dark wizard.
If it were Roma before, this would be tantamount to her death sentence. But now with the help of Sovero's potion, it seems she can give it a try.
"Wait a minute." Uriel interrupted them, "What will happen if we fail?"
"Based on my research on curses, the battle of souls always ends with the disappearance of one party." The look on Drow's face was that it had nothing to do with him. "Of course, it doesn't make any difference to Roma, you might as well give it a try."
That's right. Roma stared at her enemies, and without Sovero, there seemed to be only one way to become stronger. She is the same as the souls who die here, for death is absolutely fair. I've cheated with potions. The fire seeds will fight under the pressure of the painful secret ritual to determine the winner. I could eat the soul if I had to...but the feeling of déjà vu lingers. Roma looked at Sylvanus' disgusting face. They and I were like vampires struggling to survive under the rule of the vampires. You can’t feel it without experiencing it firsthand. She finally understood.
"Sauron?" Uriel's voice brought her back to reality in the sacred sanctuary. The idiot king was pressing his face against the magical barrier, rubbing the divine inscriptions with his exposed gums.
"It's writing." Zhuoer really praised it. In Roma's eyes, the ring was spinning in the air like crazy, spraying out snowflakes from time to time.
Open the door.
Before Roma could react, Uriel had already said to her: "Do as you do! Roma, let them come over."
"That consumes magic power," she explained. Without the help of Sovero's potion, Roma knew that he could only choose between resisting the figure or opening the moment ladder. Sauron was right, she had already been assimilated by the Mystery of Pain, otherwise her fire would not have been able to heal the chaotic lines of law on the island.
The soul that couldn't hold back rushed over and hit the magical barrier. "What do you mean by them?" Fortunately, there is still time.
The Ritual of Pain cannot be stopped, we can only continue, the Ring writes, not even my master can do it. Prince Drablay does not know that the demon lord destroyed the Cauldron Pool, and he will probably return here
"It's better to let him stay outside!"
"Don't you understand?" Zhuoer interrupted her scream, "Their purpose is not to stop Drablay, Roma, they want to save you. You are different from those who are truly desperate. You said you It can come back. So do what it says!"
