Jia Zhengjin actually has mental control, but the problem is that he is not sure how strong the mental power of this member of the Dark Temple is.
Mental power and will are different and belong to two concepts. If the person's will is not very strong, it does not mean that the mental power is weak. When the opponent's mental power is stronger than yourself, you cannot use this skill.
Of course, the secondary purpose is to study the power of the magic weapon so that in the future, it can be used in battles based on the power of the skill.
"You don't have to waste your time, I won't tell you anything. If you want to kill me, kill me!" The voice of the member of the Dark Temple trembled slightly.
"You don't want to die, do you?" Jia Zhengjin walked around to him and said softly, "Death is not a good thing..."
The devil's whisper was activated, and the members of the Dark Temple felt a seductive voice echoing in their ears, repeating these words.
His expression was very tangled, and he was twisting around in discomfort. But his body was fixed and he couldn't break free.
"I won't tell you anything..." He tried desperately to block the whisper in his ears, but it had no effect.
"Don't worry..." Jia Zhengjin saw that the devil's whisper instantly made him appear struggling, and the effect was so obvious, so he struck while the iron was hot and continued to whisper, "I won't let you betray anyone, let's just have a casual chat..."
"I, I have nothing to talk to you!" The members of the Dark Temple felt that the whispers in their ears were getting more and more confusing. They bit their lips in an effort to wake up and woke themselves up with pain.
"Why are you so scared?" Jia Zhengjin continued to whisper, "We are not necessarily enemies..."
Probably because of the fear of the devil's whisper, the members of the Dark Temple felt that they were in a trance and could not clearly face the person in front of them, so they simply closed their eyes and mouths and chose to pretend to be dead.
This means it is very effective, otherwise the other party would not respond in such a big way.
Jia Zhengjin came close to his ear and continued softly: "You don't need to be on guard, I won't hurt you... I just want to have a casual chat with you, and then let you go..."
The veins on the faces of the members of the Dark Temple were twitching constantly, and their expressions were very painful, as if they were fighting an invisible enemy.
"Relax...relax...take a deep breath...leave all the stress behind..." Jia Zhengjin continued to whisper in his ear, "Follow me, inhale...exhale..."
The members of the Dark Temple tried hard to resist at first, but later they could no longer withstand the effect of the devil's whisper. They actually stopped twisting and struggling on their expressions, and began to breathe regularly and relax in response to Jia Zhengjin's whisper.
With initial results, Jia Zhengjin was overjoyed.
As expected, this person does not have strong willpower, and he fell into the devil's whisper after a while: "Very good! Just relax like this, let everything go... don't think about anything, feel the absolute freedom now..."
The members of the Dark Temple completely relaxed at his voice, and their struggling movements and expressions gradually eased, and finally stopped completely.
"Now... let's chat casually..." Jia Zhengjin said slowly in his ear, "We are like good friends, we can talk freely without any barriers... I am Godkiller Keen, your friend..."
"My friend..." The eyes of the members of the Dark Temple gradually showed confusion.
"Yes! We are our own people..." Jia Zhengjin said softly, "You don't need to be afraid, you can absolutely relax in front of me... So, what is your name?"
"Hmm~" The members of the Dark Temple opened their mouths, but there was a look of pain on their faces, as if they were trying hard to fight.
"Relax...relax..." Upon seeing this, Jia Zhengjin immediately began to calm down his emotions, "Don't be anxious, empty your mind. Get rid of all distracting thoughts...Tell me, what is your name?"
"Well..." The members of the Dark Temple continued to fight with themselves, but they were constantly pulled by the devil's whispers, and their expressions continued to struggle.
"Get rid of distracting thoughts...tell me your name..." Jia Zhengjin whispered again.
Finally, the members of the Dark Temple opened their mouths: "My name is Mahathir..."
"Very good!" The first step was successful, and Jia Zhengjin was delighted. "So Mahathir, what are you afraid of? What threatens you and prevents you from speaking freely?"
A look of struggle appeared on Mahathir's face again, and he shook his head hard.
Jia Zhengjin continued to whisper in his ear over and over again, asking where the fear lay.
Finally, under the constant inducement of the devil's whispers, Mahathir gave up his struggle: "If you reveal the secrets of the temple, you will be cursed by the dark leader, and you will fall into the underworld and never be able to recover..."
"The Dark Master is the leader of the Dark Temple?"
"Yes……"
"What's his name?" Jia Zhengjin asked again.
"The leader is the leader, no one knows his name..."
So mysterious? Jia Zhengjin was a little surprised, so he whispered again: "Where is he now? Are you from the Dark Temple trying to summon the seven kings? Apart from you, where are the other summoning places?"
Jia Zhengjin immediately realized that he was a little too impatient. So he quickly whispered: "It's okay if you don't answer! Relax...relax..."
As he whispered, the painful expression on Mahathir's face gradually disappeared and gradually became peaceful again.
After he recovered a little, Jia Zhengjin thought for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Mahathir, what is your status in the Dark Temple?"
"Elder..."
"Elder? Is elder considered big in the Dark Temple?"
"There are ten elders in the Dark Temple, whose status is second only to the leader..." Mahathir looked a little struggling, "I am the replacement elder..."
"Replacement elder? What do you mean?"
"The ten elders obeyed the order of the leader, and seven of them were killed by the Church of Light and other forces of the Light camp while searching for the Holy Book of Death. The situation was urgent, and the leader had to select new people from outstanding members to take over and continue to perform the task. I am one of them...
..." Mahathir replied blankly.
"Then how strong are you?"
"Before I became an elder, I was a sixth-level magician." Mahathir replied, "The leader used the secret method of the Death Book to forcibly upgrade us new elders to the eighth-level strength..."
Is there such a secret method? Jia Zhengjin was a little surprised.
At the same time, he was also very satisfied with the effect of the devil's whisper. However, as his questions continued, Mahathir's expression began to become distorted again. He should be at war with his heart under the temptation of the devil's whisper all the time.
In order to prevent him from reaching his limit, Jia Zhengjin immediately began to remind him in a low voice to clear his mind and relax completely.
After several attempts, basically whenever he touched the location of the Dark Lord, or the base of the Dark Temple, or the plan to summon the Seven Kings, or the location where the plan was executed, Mahathir would violently resist and try his best to resist the devil's whisper.
So Jia Zhengjin could only ask him to relax and calm his mood again and again.
