Conjurer? I, the Warhammer Psyker

[Discovered that it can absorb magic power, points +8900 points]

As the "tent" in the canopy disperses, the scene inside reappears in reality.

The former grain processing plant no longer exists, and only metal fragments can be seen vaguely. The entire valley is like plowing with hundreds of excavators and bulldozers, and the pitted site is full of scratches and holes.

And buried deep in the soil, wrapped in broken iron sheets, lay a Sunny Baby that didn't dare to move. Even though it was inserted headfirst into the soil, it still didn't dare to make any movement.

"I didn't expect that I would have a backup plan to use the soul-splitting technique to split the soul in advance!"

The dirty baby's face showed humanized and deep resentment, and he gritted his teeth.

"Where did that dead dog come from?"

The Bloody Hand Butcher was not dead at the beginning, but was forced to give up his flesh and blood due to the severe injuries caused by the flesh hound's bite, and placed his soul in a Sunny Day doll he made by himself.

What he didn't know was that this just neutralized the mark of the flesh hound on his body, and the mark was eliminated after the heart stopped and the body died.

"You bastard conjurer! You actually made me so miserable."

After giving up the supply of psychic energy, the whole place had a burning smell, and smoke slowly rose from the place where the Sunny Baby was originally buried.

So his system backpack showed the number of occupied grids +1, and a Sunny Doll logo appeared.

As a result, human heads wrapped in white cloth were hung under the eaves of the entire temple, dangling back and forth. After a while, the sky cleared.

[Discover the magic power, points +1300 points] When I heard this, Isayama Nomei knew that the mission had been completed.

Creating disasters in front of ordinary people and letting the curse they bear absorb negative emotions is a curse master's specialty.

After the Sunny Baby was solved, the black night sky was filled with dark clouds. As the first drop of rain fell, it began to rain heavily, and soon Tokyo was covered in torrential rain.

The one that Huangquan sister defeated was obviously much stronger than the other one, but Isayama Nomei's points were reduced. If he hadn't known that there was no middleman in the system for recovering mana, he would have almost doubted whether there was a handling fee.

Hearing Xiao Ming's words, even though there was only a wasteland in front of her, the pale Isayama Huangquan immediately wanted to draw out the blade again to guard the surroundings without thinking, but a generous hand soon held her fist, preventing Huangquan from pulling out the knife. come out.

The butcher never wanted to experience that feeling of skin being torn open again.

But can the rain stop?

The first attempt failed, and the nobles who felt that they had been deceived directly sent someone to cut off the monk's hands. The second attempt failed, and the monk lost his legs. The third time, the nobles did not want to listen to him singing anymore, so they chopped off his head and used White cloth packages are hung under the eaves of the temple, saying that singing in this way can be heard clearly by heaven.

Isayama Nomei directly used the most direct method to cover his eyes with spiritual energy to observe this scarred desert.

And the area where the butcher is staying is the place where Isayama Nomei takes special care of.

Then release it to the ground in one breath!

It’s a pity that twenty years of hard work were ruined just half way through the business.

Isayama Nomei shook his head at her

"So let me do it this time. I won't bother you with this little guy."

"If my guess is correct, something may have slipped through the net."

Also at the end of his battle, Isayama Norimei is still confident that he can win 50-50.

"Sister Huang Quan, wait for me a moment."

Originally, Isayama Norimei just thought it was strange, because the monster just now must be a first-level curse spirit, but at first he saw that the points obtained were only 8900 points.

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Soon, a sunny doll was surrounded by black magic power and stuck upside down in the soil. Although the fluctuation of the magic power had been greatly reduced, even Isayama Huangquan was deceived, but it still could not deceive the "Truth-Delirium Eye". ", there is nowhere to hide.

The curse carried by the butcher comes from a legend that has been passed down for thousands of years.

It originated from a monk who was said to be able to stop the continuous rainstorm by singing, which attracted the attention of a certain royal family member.

As a result, the rain subsided, and the nobles immediately found the secret to summoning sunny weather.

If that thing had strength, seeing Sister Huang Quan so weak, he would never let go of this opportunity.

It was far inferior to the first-level cursed spirit that Isayama Nomei killed last time, with a total of 1,100 points missing.

In the temple where the dolls were hung, no one could be found, and the vegetation was dense. Only in the well of the temple can you see that it is filled with chopped off human hands and feet.

If everyone in this city is afraid of Sunny Doll, then the terrifying power will strengthen the butcher's curse, and maybe it will allow him to touch the power of that realm.

Although he was a little surprised, Isayama Norimei didn't hesitate and clicked confirmation directly.

The huge sunny doll monster in the outside world looks like a curse spirit formed after the death of the curse master. In fact, it is caused by the spells accumulated by the butcher for twenty years. All the curse power accumulated over the years was lost in the battle just now.

"Sister Huang Quan, the battle just now cost you a lot. Take a rest and don't force yourself."

Damn, there's a freak from the Gojo family. We curse masters are already having a very difficult time. It's obvious that they just want to spread fear.

In ancient times, a person's life could be decided by a single thought of those in power. This is the curse that the butcher carries, "the sunny day doll holds the corpse."

There was only a flash of lightning and a crackling sound. The land in front of Isayama Nomei was completely covered by his spiritual energy, so it glowed blue.

Special equipment such as keys is detected. Whether to receive it.

So there was definitely something involved that he didn't know about, and the strange fluctuation of spell power that flashed just now made Isayama Norimei confirm his thoughts.

It happened that there was a heavy rain in Tokyo that had not happened in decades. This distinguished man approached the monk and hoped that he could stop the rain by singing.

It is impossible to say that there is no resentment. Sunny Baby may not have noticed it, and she accidentally leaked a trace of her magic power due to her mood swings.

But there has been no other movement until now. It's more like hiding that he wants to wait until Isayama Nomei and Huangquan sister leave.

Suppressing the fighting form of [Nu] back into the spell tool, it was obvious that the consumption of Isayama Huangquan was greater than the battle, and his face became a little pale, looking a little sick.

"What's wrong, Xiao Ming?"

The duel just now had completely wiped out his pride as a curse master. Why are there human beings who can control first-level curse spirits and have such powerful sword skills?

The situation was not good. When the "cursed spirit" was about to be disemboweled by [Nue], he directly dived into the soil from his back using the cover of the cursed spirit's body.

Harsh words must be spoken, but if the butcher were to face that little girl again, he would never dare to do so.

Isayama Kenmei squatted down, his palms touching the ground, dark blue spiritual energy gradually charging at his fingertips, and the dancing electric sparks could be vaguely seen.

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