Chen Yi witnessed with his own eyes the dead soul of Count Garlock being annihilated in his own flames.
Count Garlock's body slumped and lost support, and his knees bent.
The attendants standing on both sides were like puppets who had lost their strings. They fell to the ground holding the candlestick in their hands. The flames fell on the carpet and burned it. The wall suddenly lit up. Chen Yi saw pale human hands. Raised high, shaking and trembling, whining silently.
Chen Yi pushed the body in front of him to the ground.
On the long table, Chenduil stood up expressionlessly, walked to the bucket beside the table, lifted it, and extinguished the flames on the carpet.
After struggling reflexively, those hands also drooped down.
With divine eyes, Chen Yi stared at Count Garlock's body and suddenly realized that the curse of the dead soul was not the dead soul dispelling or annihilating the original owner's soul, completely occupying the human body, but more similar to a dead soul. Devouring the original soul, the dead soul integrates the original soul into itself.
"It's like... soul replacement in the Temple of Misery." Chen Yi murmured.
Chen Yi looked at the human hands on the wall. As the count's dead soul was annihilated, those human hands lost their pale color. These human hands obviously came from different people, because their skin colors had different shades.
"These...were all taken from the bodies of people who were killed." Lomea trembled, she was extremely horrified.
She stood up, eyes widened, looking at each arm, her lips trembling.
"Yes." Chen Yi glanced at the arms one by one. Under his divine nature, there was not much in his heart.
Then Chen Yi glanced at Luomea. This spiritual envoy, the sticky soul in her body, in addition to boiling because of her own supreme holiness, suddenly had some strange mood swings.
Luomea seemed to have seen something, her expression froze, and her face was full of disbelief.
Chen Yi followed her gaze and saw dozens of hands on a wall. One young and immature hand stood out and was pure white. A sticky liquid was dripping from the root of that arm.
"Sir... that is the body of a spirit envoy... only a spirit envoy can create such a hand." Lomea's expression was panicked. From the broken hand, she glimpsed the tragic death of her compatriots. appearance.
"It seems... that a spirit has died in the ancient holy capital." Chen Yi slowly approached the young arm.
Chen Yi grasped the arm with his fingertips, and with a slight exertion, the arm detached from the wall.
A sticky ball spurted out from the base of the arm, fell to the ground, trembled a few times, and then stopped moving.
Lomea looked closer, screamed, and turned pale.
"That's... the spiritual core of the spirit envoy, a spiritual core that only the main helm has..." Luomea couldn't help but stare at the spherical object, and said sadly: "This spiritual envoy... he is really Dead, completely dead."
Chen Yi threw the arm to the ground, raised his palm, and looked directly at the spherical object with his spiritual eyes.
I wanted to know why this spiritual envoy came to Count Garlock's mansion.
And Divinity informs itself of everything.
The spiritual eye in the palm of his hand looked directly at the ball.
A weak flame burned in his pupils.
In less than half a second, Chen Yi learned everything.
"Interesting, a legend spread among spirit envoys, an epic about return." Chen Yi said softly.
The words fell into his ears, and Luomea turned around and whispered: "...Wha, what?"
"He did not die in the ancient holy city a thousand years ago, but came here more than three hundred years ago." Chen Yi looked at the ball, "As a spiritual envoy, he is approaching the limit of his lifespan, but, Promotion to an angel is still far away."
"...I can understand...for a spiritual envoy, being promoted to an angel and returning to heaven is the ultimate meaning of life. However, it has always been a difficult journey." Lomea said softly.
"Lomea, he came to the ancient holy capital for a legend among spiritual envoys. Have you heard of that legend?" Chen Yi turned to stare at Lomea and said.
"...Legends...Sir, there are too many legends about spiritual envoys, including what you just mentioned, the epic about the return. Since the first spiritual envoy was born from the kingdom of heaven, there have been many legendary epics about spiritual envoys. It’s endless.”
Miss Pepper said this. As she said, there are endless legends and epics about spiritual envoys. She didn't know which legendary epic the spiritual envoy who died in the ancient holy city was following.
Chen Yi continued to look directly at the spherical object with his spiritual eyes.
"He doesn't seem to know the specific legend. He only knows that a thousand years ago, when the pale shower that destroyed the ancient holy city was about to come, dozens of spiritual envoys living in the ancient holy city embarked on a journey back to heaven. the way."
Lomea listened on the side and said in surprise: "I don't think I have heard of such a legend."
"This spiritual envoy only knows a few words, and it seems to be very remote." Chen Yi paused, and continued to tell Luomea: "That group of spiritual envoys suffered many hardships and tests, and also met many characters in the scriptures. .”
"...Magic...The characters in many scriptures...are too magical." Lomea also looked at the ball-shaped object and said excitedly.
“On the long road, there are always endless storms, and in the bumpy ship, betrayal is always there.
They met the God of Love, who was imprisoned on an island for eternity, waiting for his daughter. They walked over the abyss into which the former prophet Azhar fell, hesitating. They visited the Elf King's Court and found that the opera rehearsed by the mountain elves was something that would happen in the future. They also bumped into Santa Verna Cana.............
At the end of the journey, one of the best among them committed the greatest betrayal in history. "
Chen Yi told everything he knew from the spirit core of the spirit envoy.
Lomea listened quietly.
For some reason, her heart became tighter and tighter as she listened. When Chen Yi stopped speaking, she couldn't help but ask: "Then... Sir, then...'the biggest betrayal in history was committed.' Even if it was... The poet's rhetoric, this sentence is too heavy. Sir, please tell me, what exactly happened?"
Chen Yi slowly closed his spiritual eyes.
The atmosphere in the mansion was extremely quiet. Qinduir had already extinguished the fire on the carpet. She walked towards the two of them holding a candlestick to illuminate them.
Chen Yi said softly: "This spirit envoy doesn't know more, so... I don't know more either."
"Is that so?" Miss Pepper looked at the group of spiritual cores and said emotionally: "He came here for this illusory legend, and then died here, how sad. And... that legend may not have existed, I In my hometown, there are many souls who deliberately compile legendary epics out of fun."
