Heroton, who had already felt something was wrong, felt that a disaster was coming.
coordinate?
What coordinates?
The coordinates of the tower?
Who else here can be the coordinate?
Isn’t it just me?
What can I do if I get the coordinates of the tower and hope that they will come to save me?
Don't be ridiculous, the worst situation is to send several religious groups to directly surround and purify.
But maybe the tower wants to save trouble and directly use super-powerful soul skills to destroy the target at a long distance.
Anyway, neither Hero can escape.
Even the recovery effect expected from the module is impossible... because the gangsters in the tower will not stop until they purify the target into powder.
‘Then what’s the point of me accepting the relics?!’
Hero put the little queen ant on his shoulder, moved his butt forward twice, held the heavy relic in his hand and wanted to return it to the black thread.
The lord who saw his intention did not stop him, but instead tried to persuade him:
"Don't be in a hurry to return it to me. You can't refuse this matter. Even if you return it to me, you can still be the coordinate, but the effect will not be as good. You can't change it if you are the coordinate."
Holo stopped with his hand halfway outstretched and silently put the 'key' into his arms.
"Why should I be the coordinate? You come from a high tower. You should know that they don't care about the soul of an apprentice. There is no way I can survive."
"Don't be afraid kids, the coordinates don't have to be at the same place as the target."
"..."
"Of course it's possible that it's inside the target!"
"Then I can't go even more..."
"It's not up to you. It will come soon! Don't worry! You will return to the tower safely."
As soon as the lord finished speaking, the flesh walls surrounding everyone opened layer by layer.
In the opened channel, valves opened slightly, welcoming Hero.
Hero stood up, leaning on his spear and preparing to leave this place of right and wrong. The black-lined cheek broke free from the lord's restraints and came to his side.
"Just keep walking along this road and you will be able to get out. Let me see... Well, there is no soul energy at all. Do you need my help? Maybe I can help you eliminate some dangers. As a reward... Then
How about a relic?!"
The greed shown on the black lines on the cheeks is vividly displayed.
'You want the horse to run, but you also want the horse not to eat grass?'
Tui!
After all, you are still exploiting honest people?!
"Well, that relic is my compensation for him. As for the deal between us, we have to cooperate to deal with that guy. You have to save some energy."
The lord moved his body to isolate himself between Hero and the black thread, and gently pushed Hero towards the valve.
"Hey, wait a minute, we can discuss it again!"
"Okay, that relic is not important to you at all. Just accept your little quirk..."
Hero stepped forward with one foot, and before he could hear the rest of the sentence, the valve behind him had already closed, and the flesh walls also closed together.
"Then...are you going to face that monster alone?"
Although both the tower and the lord will definitely have a response plan in the future, they should not be afraid of ten thousand, but be afraid of the worst.
The one who accidentally lost his life was himself.
If you don't pay attention in the next battle, everything will be over.
After sensing the remaining soul energy in his body, Hero sighed.
Whenever there is some residual energy left in the soul, it will be absorbed by the body and used to repair damage.
This is uncontrollable.
His body was severely damaged, and he is still able to walk only because his flesh strands are pulling each other.
It's like a hundred-ton bridge suspended by two hemp ropes.
If you are not careful, it will collapse beyond repair.
"Byrne... mentor... golden sheep, where is the hope of escape..."
Thinking about the soul pain that caused Hero to suffer, after all, running the soul circuit at full capacity is not something that an apprentice can bear.
And the lord had no intention of letting him stay and rest.
As the first valve closed, the surrounding flesh walls began to gather together. There was no feeling of death pressure, but it was just constantly squeezing Hero forward.
…
"I can't be locked up here, I can't be locked up! I've already come out, don't try to drag me back! Why are you still imprisoning me after you've been dead for so long!"
The connection between the city and the belly of the giant whale has been broken.
It was only because of the 'spokesman''s deformed arm reaching out from the city that they were not separated.
It had dug out a huge bloody hole in the belly of the giant whale, and the angry words in its mouth never stopped.
The tortured giant whale couldn't stop writhing in pain and stirred up cloud waves, but it was useless. No matter how she released her soul skills, no matter how she used the black thread, whale teeth, tail fin... she could not get rid of the source of pain.
.
The contaminants that are invincible against the magician are ineffective here.
boom!
Just when one of them broke away and the other was pulling and twisting each other, a scoffing sound came from the back of the giant whale.
Hero was squeezed by the internal flesh wall and ejected from his back.
The whole person is rolling in the sky.
Based on the movements of the two behemoths below, and changing positions at will, the opponents that Hero faces will be completely different.
For example, now, the giant whale flipped, causing him to face the 'spokesman' directly.
'Oops...this guy recognized me.'
"The smell of relics! Come into my arms."
The 'spokesman' stared at Holo's figure with empty eyes, and the figure rooted in the seat opened his arms to catch Holo.
At this moment, greed has taken over its mind, and its little wisdom has been lost.
I don’t remember that Holo was beaten to a stick by it before, and I don’t think about why the smell of the relics comes from Holo.
At such a close distance, Hero's thoughts were constantly tumbling.
'It's just that it doesn't seem to remember me like this? If it remembers, it should just give me a slap to satisfy its hatred. What's the reason? A relic? Why does the lord want to exchange this thing with the black thread ball and compensate me?'
Seeing the greedy look of the 'spokesman' again, he finally understood.
That thing is not for him at all!
A body without soul energy cannot maintain its shape in the sky. Hero resisted the wind pressure and took out the 'key' relic from his arms.
The strong wind kept pouring in from his slightly open mouth, but it still couldn't stop him from cursing.
"The lord uses me as coordinates! The tower uses me as a chess piece! You ugly monster uses me as food supplies! Then... snatch it away!"
What little soul is left can be poured into the 'key'.
Even in the dazzling clear sky, the fluorescence emitted by the relics is unparalleled and dazzling.
It has a charm that attracts the soul.
The moment he threw it hard, the wind seemed to want to help Holo.
The key was blown away from the collision range of Holo and the 'Speaker'.
The empty eyes of the 'Speaker' also turned as the relics moved, and even the embrace that was originally intended to embrace Hero also changed its direction.
The deformed arm continues to lengthen due to the huge supply of flesh and blood hidden inside the city.
boom--!
When they were just a finger away from touching each other, several powerful soul energy waves erupted from all directions.
Hero was directly lifted far away by these forces and could not stop rolling in the air.
'really!'
It was just as the lord predicted, and it was just as I guessed.
The old guys from the high tower were lying in wait and peeping around.
The appearance of the relics made them unable to bear it anymore and exposed themselves, but this movement did not seem like the tower's external actions... but rather like the towers turning against each other.
When Holo adjusted his body, he glanced at the situation and saw that the first person to reach the 'spokesman' was a wolf.
A void wolf.
The dreamlike purple light gathered into the shape of a wolf, and the distorted space around it directly broke the arm of the 'spokesperson' reaching for the relic.