Chapter 196 Demonic Soul Pot

The cold wind howled, and the sunlight penetrated the thin clouds and shone on the white ice field, making the light appear a bit dazzling.

The mountains are undulating. Under the overlapping shadows, a dark tower stands deep in the mountains. The sharp spire is like a straight claw, pointing straight at the sky, about to tear the sky apart. It's chilling.

This is the Night Demon Tower.

At this moment, the three steamed buns are at the bottom of the demon tower.

The natural war madman led them to the depths of the secret room and pressed the mechanism.

"I fought my way in and found this thing here."

I saw that it was a strange pot, with a ferocious faucet at the mouth of the pot. Countless whistling and wailing sounds came from the pot. It seemed that countless souls were bound in it, struggling in pain, and there was some kind of deeply hidden secret. laughter.

Singo observed the pot carefully, as if he wanted to find some clues.

"This thing looks a bit familiar."

But Mantou walked straight forward and said: "This looks like magic equipment. Maybe it is some kind of soul refining flag. Anyway, you are watching from the side. I will get it and study it."

Singo thought of something and quickly stopped him: "Wait-"

"What did you say?"

Mantou had already touched the pot with both hands, and was turning his head to look at Singo in confusion.

"It's nothing. Why are you so nervous?"

However, the next moment, his eyes turned white at first, and then turned into strange vertical pupils, filled with enthusiasm.

The illusive phantom flew out of the pot and poured directly into the mouth and nose of the steamed bun.

【Devil Soul Pot】

This is the infamous six-ring necromancy. The magic pot will serve as a container for the soul. Once it comes into contact with the magic pot, the soul in the container will possess it, seize control of the host's body, and trap the host's soul in the container. middle. The possessed creature's spirit can perceive the environment from the container through its own senses, but it cannot move or take any action.

"Steamed Bun" lowered his head and stroked his body, his claws caressing every inch of the half-dragon's scales and every strand of muscle, with an extremely intoxicated look on his face.

"Ah, what a wonderful body."

"Perfect, no sequelae blood fusion, the flames and power of the red dragon. I have never had such a perfect sample in my nearly hundred years of experiments. Fortunately, I left a trace of my soul here to guard against these shameful thieves."

Singo asked coldly: "If you are not him, who are you?"

The naturally war-mad man also tightened his grip on the battle ax in his hand, with veins popping up in his arms, ready to go berserk at any time.

They all knew in their hearts that the steamed buns might be taken away by the boss.

But at this time, "Steamed Bun" turned a blind eye and just continued to be intoxicated in the new container, sighing like a poem: "What kind of power is this? As expected, the owner of this body, the red dragon, is definitely A greater creation, so fascinating.”

Then, he noticed the two people in front of him.

Although it was still a steamed bun face, the red vertical pupils stared at the two of them, making their hair stand on end.

"Ah, two more precious samples. Today is really a good harvest day."

The being occupying the body of the steamed bun bowed slightly and saluted politely.

"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself to you. I am a wizard, an artist, and a follower of the dragon. You can call me the name I used to be when I was a mortal - Wagnard.

"We should get along for a long time in the future."

Wagner grinned with a chilling smile.

The dragon-mad black wizard Wagner, a mortal who was once captured by the Dragon Witch Cult, went completely crazy after watching his wife being eaten as a sacrifice.

He desperately pursued the power of the dragon and turned his daughter into a monster with his own hands. He raised countless dragon-turned monsters in the tower, and even had a real white dragon.

Unlike the Cult of the Dragon, Wagner's worship of dragons does not serve evil dragons as gods like the Cult of the Dragon. What he only worshiped was the power of the dragon. For this power, he created a powerful spell to trap the dragon. He even gave up his beloved daughter and used her as a lowly sample to experiment on her.

"Oh? Wait, my dear experimental subject is still questioning me?"

"I didn't expect that a guy with red dragon blood would say something like this."

Wagner put his ear close to the magic soul pot and seemed to be listening carefully.

Steamed Bun's soul cursed angrily in it, calling him a beast who used his daughter as an experiment.

As a player, although Mantou was very angry when his body was taken away, he was not afraid. After all, he could still be resurrected, but he would lose some experience and start over again.

"You fucking beast, you can do anything to your own daughter. You really should be allowed to..."

Hearing Steamed Bun's curse, Wagner actually chuckled.

"You mean my daughter?"

"I love her very much, and I have devoted the best to her. It's just that her own bloodline is too inferior and she has failed to live up to my expectations."

"She refused to accept the great evolution, so I had no choice but to replace her arms, her torso, and her legs with the best dragon-shaped organs.

"Look at those scales, that surging dragon blood, and those powerful muscles. Aren't they tens of thousands of times stronger than the original fragile body? She is now my most satisfying work, and it is more perfect than all my previous works."

As he spoke, Wagner's tone became obsessed again.

"Whoosh——"

Taking advantage of Wagner's momentary absence, Singo directly launched a sneak attack. The hunter's mark was marked on Wagner's head, and a sharp arrow was shot out.

But a dark magic field appeared on Wagner's body, easily turning the sharp arrow into debris.

"This is the body of your companion."

"If my soul dissipates, his body will also die, and your companion will be trapped in the magic pot forever."

However, the natural war madman let out a violent roar, rushed up after him, and struck down hard with his battle ax.

"Go to hell!"

"You don't care about the life and death of the owner of this body at all? It's really interesting."

There was a playful light in Wagner's eyes, which became hollow due to the energy of fear, like deep black holes.

【Careful gaze】

Black light flashed.

The natural warrior who stared at him for a moment fell asleep and lay on the cold ground.

Singo was unable to react and was hit by this spell.

However, the needle with his own trigger pierced the back of his neck hard, causing him to wake up suddenly from his drowsy state.

It was a device he specially commissioned from the Mechanicus to deal with this special situation and could automatically wake him up when he was detected falling into drowsiness.

"oh?"

“Interesting little thing.

Wagner grinned, and the red magic aura flashed in his eyes again.

【Dominate Humanity】

His lips were slightly agitated, but without speaking a word, the order had been issued.

Singo suddenly felt a powerful spiritual power dominate him, and he could not tolerate any resistance at all.

Although this is just a fragment of the black wizard's soul, the powerful spiritual power accumulated for hundreds of years is as deep as the abyss, leaving players who are still in the novice stage without the ability to fight back.