There is no doubt that this girl floating in the waves is the original owner of the sacrificial soul.
When he saw that the girl was a corpse, Roy was not surprised. If the original owner had not died, the soul would not have escaped from the body. He was just a little depressed. How could he be transported to the sea and why?
We happened to encounter such stormy weather.
Storms on the sea are extremely terrifying. The power that stirs up the heaven and earth makes even demons tremble in fear.
Seeing the lightning one after another, accompanied by the violent wind and rain flying through the dark clouds, Roy did not dare to fly for fear of being struck by lightning.
So Roy simply used his ice power to freeze the sea water and create a floating island of hundreds of square meters.
The only thing he is lucky about now is that fortunately he does not control the power of flames. If he had mastered the power of flames, he would really be blinded in this sea.
After the floating island was built, Fat Tiger also carried the girl's body up. Its dog-paddle style swam faster than Roy in the big waves, so Roy had let it salvage the body.
After Fat Tiger also landed on the floating island, Roy once again used the power of frost to create an ice wall to cover the entire floating island. In this way, the storm was isolated from the ice. Although there was no ice on the floating island,
The foundation will inevitably bounce around in this windy and surging sea, but it is better than being soaked wet.
Only then did Roy have time to look at the girl's body.
This girl looked to be in her teens. She was very young. The original clothes on her body were already in tatters. With her clothes not covering her body, Roy naturally saw the tragic scars on her body.
.
There were very serious strangle marks on her ankles and wrists, indicating that she had been tied up before, but she kept trying to break free, which resulted in scars on her wrists and ankles.
Tired.
Numerous criss-crossing scars could be seen on her limbs, chest, and back. Roy took a closer look and found that some were caused by whips, some were caused by fire, and some were purely caused by injuries.
Cut with a knife, these scars are old and new, and some are even new wounds that have split on top of old wounds.
But these wounds are nothing. The most serious injuries were on her chest and eyes. Her right breast had been completely cut off. Although her eyelids were closed, they were sunken.
Blood was still flowing from the corners of her eyes from time to time. When she reached out and touched it, she knew that her eyes had also been gouged out...
It is unimaginable what kind of torture this girl suffered during her lifetime. Such torture, let alone a teenage girl, even Roy, a demon, feels cruel to see.
Such injuries could only be caused by her kind, and although demons can kill each other, they basically just kill and take away the soul. There are very few cases of cruelty, so for a while Roy felt,
Human beings treat their own kind more cruelly than demons treat their same kind...
No wonder she felt such strong hatred when she died...
Looking at the body of the girl Cassandra, Roy felt a little worried. The requirement in the devil's contract was to avenge Cassandra, but she was dead now and left no information. How could Roy know her enemy?
What are they? Where are they?
Although Cassandra's soul is now in Roy's hands, Roy has also devoured the soul. He knows that although there will be some memory information of the original owner in the soul, it is very rare. When the devil is devouring the soul,
Only some discontinuous fragments can be seen, and it is even difficult to leave an impression in the devil's mind.
If this were not the case, the demons in the abyss world had devoured so many souls, and they would have become schizophrenic due to memory problems in the souls...
There seems to be a way to truly extract the memory information in the soul, but it seems to be a relatively unique magic, and Roy doesn't know it now.
Is it possible that I have to create a skill called [Reincarnation in the Dirty Land] on the spot? But I don’t have much soul right now...
After thinking about it, Roy found that in this situation, there seemed to be only one solution left, and that was his own demon blood!
Demon blood is very special. This is because the blood of the demon itself is very strong. Just like the demon itself, it has strong aggressiveness. Therefore, once the demon blood enters the body of other creatures, it will immediately have a negative impact on the creature.
Erosion causes biological changes.
In a sense, the devil can be regarded as the ancestor of many monsters...
So far, Roy has seen two kinds of monsters created by demon blood. One was in the world of Van Helsing, when an unknown demon used his own demon blood to create the vampire Count Dracula, and the second time
, it was César, the phantom demon, who used his own blood to create the pagans of the Dark Cult who could use illusions.
The difference between these two incidents of demon blood creating monsters is the state of the creature that received the demon blood at that time.
Dracula drank the devil's blood when he was about to die, so he became an undead creature, while Cesare's pagans drank the devil's blood while they were alive, so
It can still be regarded as a living monster.
Roy's situation now is different from both of them. Cassandra is already dead, so Roy doesn't know what his demon blood will turn Cassandra into.
From the system space, Roy took out Frostmourne, wiped it gently on the heart of his left hand, then pinched Cassandra's mouth open with his right hand, made a fist with his left hand and raised it high, letting his blood drip into Cassandra.
Zhuo's mouth.
However, while the demon's blood was dripping, Roy discovered something strange, that is, the color of his demon's blood seemed to have changed a bit.
From the original purple-red color, it has become a bit greenish, and I don't know why.
Is it because of the blood relationship after promotion?
Roy didn't quite understand, but this was not the time to think about this. His demon blood didn't drip too much, and the injury in his palm healed quickly.
Without any further thoughts, Roy began to observe the changes in Cassandra.
The change came quickly, but it caught Roy a little off guard, because after the demon's blood began to take effect, Cassandra's body soon began to fester from the mouth!
No, to be precise, it's not ulceration, but rot! The flesh and blood on Cassandra's body first turned black, and soon turned into black thick water flowing directly down. This rot started from the mouth, and at the same time
It spread towards the head and neck. After a good corpse, soon only a withered skeleton was left. The thick water turned from flesh and blood flowed all over the ice surface.
This change naturally startled Roy and he subconsciously took a few steps back.
Seeing Cassandra turn into a skeleton wrapped in rags, Roy was speechless for a while. Could it be that he had messed up, right? There wouldn't be any problems with his demon blood, right?
Just as Roy was thinking this, suddenly, a layer of faint black mist filled Cassandra's bones.
There was a slight click, and Cassandra's finger bones spread out on the ice moved slightly.
Roy immediately stared at Cassandra's bones, and then he realized that this was not an illusion. Cassandra, who was originally dead, actually started to move at this time. She supported the ice with both hands and her upper body slowly stood upright.
stand up.
No way? Your own demon blood can actually create undead?
Or is this actually because he used demon blood on the corpse?
"I...where is...?"
After Cassandra regained consciousness, she seemed to be still confused, so she couldn't help but say something like this. However, her corpse's flesh and blood had already rotted. It is logical that it would be impossible to make a sound without the support of her vocal cords, but Roy heard it.
Her voice is very strange.
Looking at Cassandra carefully, Roy was convinced that her body also had no soul. Her soul was still in his hands, so this could not be the language of the soul.
Is it the language of the dead?
Cassandra seemed to have finally come to her senses at this time. There was no light in this frozen floating island, but her empty eye sockets emitted a faint light, through which she could see Roy's face.
appearance.
After seeing Roy, Cassandra was obviously startled and screamed. She desperately wanted to step back, but when she put her hands on the ground, she realized that there was something strange about herself. There was nothing strange about her.
The perception comes.
Subconsciously raising her hand in front of her eyes, Cassandra realized that her hand had turned into a skeleton. Now she was even more panicked.
"I...what happened to me?!"
After Roy saw that she really woke up, he was no longer in a hurry. He stretched out his hand and used the power of frost to create a large ice seat. Then he sat down and reclined on the seat, with his tail
Putting it on the gauntlet on one side, his right hand hung down from the gauntlet on the other side. He stroked the fat tiger lying on the ground in a devil-like manner, and said to Cassandra: "You really don't remember at all.
Yet?"
After hearing Roy's words, countless pictures suddenly appeared in Cassandra's mind, and her memory returned.
"I...I dreamed that my soul fell into a dark space full of flames..." Cassandra said to herself, then raised her head and looked at Roy
.
"Yes!" Roy nodded: "That is the abyss of hell. Your soul with strong hatred fell into the abyss of hell and was obtained by me. Now, since I accepted the sacrifice, in return
, I will satisfy your desire for revenge, so I resurrected you, but it is a pity that your body has long been cold, so it seems that you can only exist in the form of an undead..."
"Yes...really?" Kassandra looked at her body that had turned into bones in disbelief. She was silent for a while and didn't know what she thought of. Then she suddenly stood up from the ground.
Then, a burst of icy cold air emanated from her body, and Cassandra's bone-like body floated slightly with the burst of cold air, just suspended in the air.
As the cold air overflowed, the tattered clothes on her body fluttered with the cold air.
