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The black runes exude a nauseating odor. As long as you smell this smell, at least you won't have to eat the next meal. If your tolerance and adaptability are slightly worse, you won't have to eat it for the next few days. No need to eat.

After being hit by this thing, Oveira, who was protected by spells all over her body and whose physical condition was elevated to an almost abnormal level, froze suddenly, and then let out a crazy roar.

This roar was heartbreaking, as if someone had cut her in half with a saw. However, this was not enough to describe her pain, because the pain did not come from the physical body, but from the spirit, from to her soul.

The connection between her and God was forcibly severed.

The orcs are a very wonderful race. In this race, no matter men, women, old or young, they are all devout believers. There is no exception, even the newly born babies are like this.

This is because their souls have already been manipulated when they were created. No matter how the blood is passed down from generation to generation, or how the descendants reproduce from generation to generation, their souls already have a belonging, as if they have been labeled. Like a commodity - someone once conducted an experiment to isolate a group of newly born orc babies from the entire orc society, allowing them to grow up without any access to any occult knowledge, but as their intelligence grew, They naturally awakened to their faith in the orc gods.

Of course, this situation is not absolute. As the orcs grow up, sometimes they lose the "label" on their souls for various reasons. In this case, their appearance will remain the same and their beliefs will not change, but their overall temperament will be completely different, making them identifiable at a glance.

The same is true for many orc hybrids. Their appearance is actually not much different from pure-blood orcs. Many people also believe in the gods of the orc pantheon, but anyone with a little experience can clearly distinguish them from orcs. come out.

This is a very wonderful feeling, just like you have walked into a supermarket. All kinds of products are clearly marked with prices. Many of them also have the place of origin and manufacturer, as well as a lot of other information - this is the soul of the orc. . And those "three-no products" without "price tags" are commonly known as "orcs".

The difference between orcs and half-orcs does not lie in blood or appearance, but in the "label" on the soul.

In orc society, half-orcs are discriminated against. They often have to make greater contributions, achieve greater results, possess stronger force, and accumulate more wealth before they can receive treatment comparable to ordinary orcs. And those really important positions - such as high-ranking priests - can only be orcs, not half-orcs.

As a high-ranking priest, Olvera is undoubtedly an orc, but when she was hit by a special magic using demon soul extract as a material, the power derived from the demon's chaotic nature seemed to become a wall, blocking her. The channel of belief between him and the god he believed in, the "King of Iron Hoofs", was temporarily cut off from this originally smooth channel.

For ordinary priests and priests, this is nothing, it is nothing more than being temporarily unable to cast spells. But for the orcs, the channel of faith is cut off, which means that the "tag" on the soul has temporarily disappeared.

At this moment, she felt that her soul was floating and helpless, like a dead leaf crushed by a tornado before it could hit the ground; or like standing naked in the lava, being crushed in an instant. It was burned into blackened ashes; it was like falling into the extremely cold deep sea, turning into countless broken ice...

No! Countless times scarier than those! It’s simply indescribable!

If it were an ordinary orc, he might be able to resist this terrifying feeling with his will. But Ovela is a high-level priest, and her connection with the gods is far closer than that of ordinary orcs. After being cut off by the blasphemous rune, the pain became even more severe.

Olvera howled miserably, completely losing her fighting spirit.

Her pain did not last long. Qiao Xiu jumped forward, picked up the harpoon, and pierced her chest with the harpoon, going straight to her heart.

In just an instant, the high-ranking priest died, but the soul that was supposed to go to the kingdom of the Centaur God was still affected by the blasphemous runes, floating in the air and mourning blankly.

Although this situation would not last long, and the blasphemous rune would expire after a few seconds, Qiao Xiu's eyes lit up and he keenly seized this opportunity.

"Secret her soul!"

Shuang was a little confused and didn't understand why Qiao Xiu said that, but he remembered what his sister said before setting off, "Qiao Xiu is very cunning and has a lot of adventure experience. When you are not sure what to do, just do what he says." ", so he immediately took out a sapphire, cast a spell to capture the soul of Olvera, who was still moaning in a daze, and imprisoned it inside.

"What do you want this for?" After doing this, he had time to ask, "This gem is not cheap. If you put it in the soul, it will be useless and you can't sell it for the price."

Qiao Xiu almost choked at his words and said with a wry smile: "Don't ask me for money, I can't afford this gem!"

"Forget it, use public funds to reimburse it." Shuang quickly found a way to make up for her losses, "This is a war expenditure, and it should be reimbursed with public funds!"

After solving this important problem, he suddenly felt much more relaxed and asked Qiao Xiu why he wanted to imprison Olvera's soul.

Only then did Qiao Xiu take the opportunity to get down to business and explain it to him.

In general, the current talent pool of Masked Void Church is extremely weak, with few capable experts. And a strong person like Olvera, even if only his soul is left, he is of great value - His Majesty Void Mask has the incredible ability to create a physical body out of thin air. Using this ability, he can completely create a new body for Olvera. Coming out with a physical body, it is only stronger than the previous physical body.

"But her faith problem can't be solved, right?"

"I believe your majesty will also have a solution for the issue of faith." Qiao Xiu said with a smile, "Although there is no evidence, I always feel that our majesty is actually very powerful and can do anything. The reason why he cannot do many things is I just didn’t try it seriously.”

Shuang pondered for a moment and nodded seriously.

"Anyway, the wasted gems will be reimbursed with public funds, so there's no harm in giving it a try."

With public funds at their disposal, the duo, who had completely different priorities, easily reached a consensus. They packed up Olvera's body, cleaned up the traces of the battlefield, and then flew back again.

"The blasphemous runes are such a good thing!" After they became "traveling businessman uncle and nephew" again, Qiao Xiu couldn't help but sigh, "A powerful high-level priest is finished like this! It's as easy as killing a chicken. !”

"Each scroll costs four hundred gold coins, and each spell cast costs two thousand gold coins, not counting the value of the devil's soul essence - you can't buy that at all." Shuang raised his eyebrows, "If the devil's soul essence is counted as five One thousand gold coins, which adds up to seven thousand four hundred gold coins... It’s just the cost.”

"Haha..." Qiao Xiu couldn't help but smile bitterly, "With this money, it would be more convenient to find a few killers to help..."

In any case, their assassination plan got off to a good start, even though it was a bit like throwing money at people.

In the western part of the Wilderness Empire, in the "Western Wilderness" area near the great desert, Steele is also using her own methods to achieve her goals.

The strong bear man roared at the top of his lungs, his huge eyes were wide open, and there was a sound like breathing out from his nose. The muscles all over his body were tense, and beads of sweat ran along his granite-like chest. The muscles rolled off, completely soaking the bed beneath him.

After about a second or two, his body suddenly went completely limp and he panted tiredly, as if he had just been in a fierce battle.

"Well done, not bad!" Steele smiled coquettishly and leaned on him, "But are you satisfied with just this?"

"I...I can still..."

"Well, of course you can still~"

A moment later, the sound of flesh colliding and wet splashing sounded again, and the bearman's growl and Steele's cute smile were also mixed in.

The next morning, the servants were horrified to find that the number one master of the orcs in the Western Wilderness, the fourth seat of the priesthood of the orc god "Sky-Swallowing Dog" church, the legendary strongman "Roaring Iron Arm" Beren Silla, was dead. On my bed at home.

There wasn't a single scratch on his body, and there were no signs of being poisoned or cursed. The church pastors and priests carefully examined his body and finally came to an embarrassing conclusion.

The cause of death of this strong man was excessive indulgence.

It was not that the succubus had sucked away the life force, nor that the night witch had sucked away the essence. His body was still intact as before, his muscles were still strong, and his body was still filled with powerful power.

He was really just overindulging in sex, which led to serious overdraft. In the end, he exhausted his strength and died of exhaustion.

This way of death was extremely embarrassing, and he instantly became the laughing stock of the entire Western Wilderness.

One of the most senior figures under the command of the dignified orc lord, an extremely strong man who could kill a giant dragon with his bare hands, actually exhausted himself to death because he couldn't control his lower body!

There are also many people who are curious... What is it like about a woman who has lived for nearly five hundred years and has experienced so much knowledge that she is so excited that she even forgets her physical condition and continues to be "hard-working" until her death? The best?

"It would be great if I could spend one night with that woman!" A young adventurer sighed in a tavern.

The older companion beside him laughed and scolded: "Don't talk nonsense! Master Xila is exhausted to death, how can you survive a night with your small body? You will be completely dead in the middle of the night, okay!"

"Oh! If I can die on the belly of a woman like that, my life will not be in vain!"

"That's all you've got!"

"Don't you want to?"

"I have a wife and children, why would I want to find another woman?"

"Hey... last time, someone led me to the Mask of the Void amusement park in a mysterious way. He also said that the Church of the God of Joy had opened a high-end brothel there, and there was also a 'big sword' project that you shouldn't miss..."

"No, no, no! Don't say this! I'll be in trouble if your sister-in-law hears it!"

"So, are you going to treat me next time?"

"...I have no money."

"Didn't you make a lot of money from your last mission?"

"Don't mention it..."

Listening to the conversation over there, a pink piglet used magic to hide its figure and huddled in the corner, half-asleep and half-awake, and smiled slightly, triumphantly.