Aifelar appeared at the port of Ophelar Island 7 with Xu Yichen.

This is a port of considerable size. It was established to facilitate the docking of warships of the Black Ship level. However, no one has maintained it for almost two years, and the port has already seemed quite down and out at this time.

"It seems that there are still visitors here after you left." Xu Yichen's eyes stayed on several stranded boats. In the reef area hundreds of meters away from the port, you could still see the wreckage of a black ship there in the wind and sun, leaving only three masts exposed to the water.

"Maybe after I left, the monastery sent someone here to try to clean up the demons." Ephiral looked at all this with some sadness, but they obviously failed.

At the end of the harbor, several huge bird cages containing human remains were hung on cross beams, shaking back and forth with the wind, and metal rubbing made a whimpering sound.

Judging from the clothes and metal jewelry on the wreckage, those who were killed in cages were nuns.

The monastery served by Ephiral is called the Temple Monastery. The magnificent monastery is built along the highlands of the island, as huge as a small town, with a flat road built from the harbor leading to the monastery.

Of course, the road is now muddy because it is unmaintained. Along both sides of the road, Xu Yichen and Aifelal found many nuns' bodies.

Some just crawled on the ground and had merged with the earth, while others were nailed to wooden poles beside the road, obviously being deliberately tortured to death.

There are also burnt siege machinery here, which proves that the combat nuns were prepared at that time, but their enemies were obviously superior.

Whether it is Xu Yichen or Aifelar, they can feel the psychic fluctuations coming from the monastery, and the powerful force constantly creates ripples in the sea of ​​psychic energy.

It has both the taste of Slaane and Tsengchi.

In the dim monastery, a nun in three-point armor looked out from the lookout hole with his only one-eye.

"Do you see clearly sisters?" Another ugly woman with dry skin, covered with blasphemy symbols, and without any obscurity asked in a hoarse voice: "How many people are there? Are there men? Or young and beautiful women are OK!"

"Quiet!" The one-eyed nun's arm twisted to an incredible angle and slapped his companion in the face: "There are only two people, but you have everything you want! I'm afraid they will smash your teeth!"

"My teeth are good! As long as I can return to my youth, I can bite anything!" The ugly nun stood up from the ground and limped into the depths of the monastery: "I want to inform the adults that there is a living person coming!"

They were fighting nuns who came a year ago chasing a group of rebellious mages, but their black ship was overturned by the storm in front of the real master of the island. All the surviving sisters were either killed by rebellious mages who landed in advance, or were bewitched by the Slaane demons in the monastery, and none of them were spared.

Interestingly, the mages who fled to this island were unable to escape this disaster. These mages found the relevant documents of Efilar from the pile of waste paper. They were quite interested in the existence of this artificial witch.

Unfortunately, they could not afford to offend the Far South occupied by the Seris, nor the witches who had already advanced to the legend. They could only venture into the island of Ophelia Seven, trying to find out how to borrow the power of psychic power from the ruins on the island.

The faces of the mages were now sewn together, and they were placed next to the sisters Aifelar.

But unlike the clerical nuns who have been insisting on resisting the brilliant demons, these mages fell quickly. They came to seek shortcuts for strength, and they have now obtained it.

Deep in the monastery, a sphere made of human corpses with a diameter of about two meters, is covered with the skin of the mages. The skin of these mages is very tough and can withstand pulling, and the original area is not small, so the skin of only fourteen mages covers the entire sphere tightly.

"Donald, can you stop consuming public resources and recalling the details of your unblocked conference in the slave manor?" An empty face shook the air with spiritual energy: "We are tired of your nightlife, can we change the station?"

"He's just a fool, wait, someone is coming outside, friends." Another face suddenly trembled: "I felt the amazing fluctuations of psychic energy. Can we use our intelligent brains to calculate the possibility of us borrowing their bodies to escape from it?"

"We have no brains anymore, we are thinking with our souls." Another face expressed his opinion.

They have been trapped in this ridiculous sphere as a whole for more than a year. They have like an evil god praying for the mystery of the Witch King and have also obtained the seed of this power from the evil god.

The great demon of Slaanesh sewed their skins and souls together with a lot of pleasure, allowing them to think together and concentrate their souls to finalize their psychic energy.

Although half of the mage's souls collapsed during this process, the great demon with superb skills also sewed back the fragments of the soul, which was not a small amount.

Just like the idiot called Donald, other mages always felt that he was either missing something or sewing something when the great demon stitched his soul. He often played his private life when he was young with twenty-four hours of uninterrupted animations and enjoyed it.

"The key point is not this, have you felt it? One of the souls seems a bit special." A face tries to make things right, but in the messy quarrels of other souls, they can do nothing as they used to.

The ugly nun stumbled into the basement, kneeled in the middle of an altar full of human bones, ignored the 'Master Ball' in the distance, and prayed to the Slaanes Demon entrenched here: "Great and obscene master, your most loyal servant discovered two outsiders, who were so vivid and beautiful, I hope you can give me their bodies!"

The Slaanes Demon, who was imprisoned here by the Temple Monastery and eventually occupied and corrupted here, slowly woke up. A huge black shadow appeared from the wall, and a pair of purple eyes were embedded in the shadow: "Who is it, dare to wake up my sleep..."

The second half of the sentence of the Great Demon was like a rooster swallowing a shelled egg, swallowing it with a gurgling sound.

With this strange sound, the purple flames burning in the monastery were extinguished one after another, and the shadows on the walls continued to shrink and eventually dissipated into nothingness.

"Have our master escaped?" A face on the mage's ball said to himself.
Chapter completed!