Muria first waved his hand to take Auston, whose body began to become stiff under the pressure of the curse spirit, into the demiplane. Then he stepped on the void and looked very calmly at the demon in front of him that could make ordinary mortals tremble.
The shadow, and even the mood to look at it, reminds me of fairy tales from past lives.
The appearance of the demonic figure that emerged from this book of curses is somewhat similar to that of Aladdin's djinn in the story of his previous life. The upper body is a solid body, while the lower body is a smoke state connected to an object.
However, the end of Aladdin's djinn smoke is connected to a lamp, and the demon shadow in front of Muria, whose upper body is almost identical to that of the Hell Fiend, has a metal book surrounded by black energy connected to the end of its tail.
Moreover, the Aladdin genie will fulfill any wish of the person who awakens it, but the one in front of Muria does not have enough strength and background. Whoever provokes it will die.
"Quack! Ignorant and weak creature, are you the one who wants to be my master?" The curse spirit raised from the Book of the Dead looked at Muria with malice, and the black air filled the air, causing the surrounding blue sky and white clouds to gradually fade away.
become black.
Looking from the ground to the sky where Muria is now, it is like a drop of ink falling into a landscape painting full of beautiful and peaceful atmosphere, which looks extremely disharmonious.
"Think?" Muria looked at the curse spirit in front of her, with a hint of sarcasm on her lips, "I am your master now."
"Quack!" After hearing Muria's words, the ferocious demonic figure laughed, as if it had heard some joke, "You are not even a legend, and you still want to be my master. You are such a stupid and ignorant pathetic creature.
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"Qiang!" The harsh sound of metal collision sounded. Muria, who was mocked by the curse spirit, said nothing, pulled out the Seven Sins Knife, and struck it on its body that was shrouded in black energy, causing sparks to fly.
A deep knife mark appeared on the cover of the Book of the Dead, and at the same time, the curse spirit let out a shrill scream, and the hideous demonic shadow twisted for a while, and even many locations collapsed and turned into streaks of black energy.
"Be honest and let me leave my spiritual mark."
"Roar! Damn ants." The curse spirit, which was in agony after being slashed by Muria's knife, roared and turned into black air as thick as a snake, rushing towards Muria.
The Curse Spirit evolved from the Book of the Dead, and its body is the Book of Curses. It should not have the sense of pain that only flesh-and-blood creatures can have, but Muria's weapon has soul-destroying properties, and it can be struck with a single blow.
, let this curse spirit know what pain is for the first time.
"Idiot!" Seeing the black energy coming towards him, Muria showed no fear on his face and did not make any defense or resistance. Even though he knew that these black energy were all kinds of curses.
Ang! Before the black energy could touch Muria's figure, a phantom of the Golden Dragon King appeared behind Muria. He looked up to the sky and roared. All the black energy collapsed, and the surrounding polluted blue sky and white clouds were instantly swept away.
All curses are invulnerable. Only curses that can harm the gods can take effect on Muria. Obviously, the Book of the Dead does not have such a level of curse. If there is, then it should not appear in Muria now.
in hand.
"What kind of existence are you?" Under the protection of the drop of Dragon King's origin blood in Muria's body, after the black energy differentiated by the curse spirit collapsed, a scream sounded even more horrifying than before.
"Your master!" Hearing this scream, Muria reached out and grabbed the cursed book whose vitality was severely damaged. His spiritual power extended, ignoring its weak resistance, and logically left a spiritual imprint on it.
"Even if you leave a mark on my body, I will not obey you." Several strands of black energy slowly rose from the cursed book, and condensed into an illusory demon-refining shadow with great difficulty.
"Really?" Muria looked at the slowly squirming and healing knife marks on the metal cover, with a scornful smile on her face, then she picked up the Seven Sins Sword in her hand and slashed it off again.
"Ouch! Even if you destroy me, I will not succumb to you. No one can control me. I want to be free." The curse spirit howled miserably, like a loyal man who would rather die than surrender.
"Hey, I didn't realize that a mere book spirit actually has the ideal of pursuing freedom." Hearing the idealistic words of this curse spirit, Muria's face showed a look of admiration, and then, the knife in his hand struck again.
Cut it off, leaving a deep slash mark on the cover of the Book of Curses.
"Qiang!" "Qiang!"... Very regular slashing sounds sounded in the sky, with a unique charm. At the beginning, every slashing was accompanied by a scream and very harsh words.
But gradually, the screams turned into feeble wails, and those originally tough words turned into words of begging for mercy.
"Master, stop cutting. If you keep cutting, I will really die." On the book of curses covered with knife marks, the condensed figure is almost transparent, and the face of the cursed spirit, which is not much bigger than a halfling, has a smile on its face.
With a flattering look, he begged Muria for mercy.
"Don't you want to pursue freedom? For the sake of freedom, you will not hesitate to lose your soul." Muria looked sideways at this cursed spirit that could have started begging for mercy from him with disdain.
Never overestimate yourself. After being slashed five times by Muria, this cursed spirit abandoned all moral integrity and began to beg Muria for mercy.
Every time the sword is struck, a part of the existence will be wiped out. This kind of pain and the fear of self-destruction are simply unbearable by the curse spirit. It has never encountered an existence like Muria that can ignore its curse before.
If the curse is ineffective, then it poses no threat to Muria. It can't run away, so it can only be carried and chopped by Muria. At the end of the chop, it can only beg for mercy.
"I don't want to be free, Master. I just want to continue to exist now." Without deception, the curse spirit told Muria its truest thoughts, which was the reality that had just been created under Muria's knife.
idea.
"Are you willing to be obedient?" Muria asked murderously while holding the Seven Sins Sword. Looking at the posture, if there was anything wrong, he would chop it down mercilessly.
"I do." The curse spirit nodded like he was pounding garlic.
"Okay, then, track the location of the owners of these scales." Muria waved her hand and scattered the five-color dragon scales that had not yet been found.
"No problem, Master." This heavy book was opened, and the pages made of the demon's skin were flipped, and one dragon scale after another fell into it, becoming a medium, allowing the figure of their original owner to appear in the book.
Which manifests.
Seeing the vivid and vigorous dragon figures appearing on the page one after another, Muria showed a satisfied smile on her face.
"Do you want to curse these giant dragons? Master, if you want, I can let them die in pain and fear at any time."