Ride and Cut

"Sounds very powerful." It was the lord who calmed down first and signaled the others to be calm, "But I'm curious, why did you choose this kobold instead of me?"

"After all, I am your biggest threat. As long as you can kill me, others are no match for you at all."

This question is undoubtedly quite embarrassing.

As the absolute master of the current situation, Li Cha will never show mercy to the factors that can really threaten him. If the answer given by the other party is not satisfactory, I'm sorry, she will never have the opportunity to reflect on her mistakes again.

Regarding this point, the long sword Zhanlong that has been unsheathed silently can prove it.

"Because..." Elizabeth wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes while sobbing, her whole body was about to collapse, "Because I can't control you, I can't connect the joints..."

"It must be connected to this thing as a medium?" Li Cha tentatively moved the short limbs on the side of her skull, but found no mystery.

"Um."

"I see." Several people looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

If it is necessary to subdue the opponent and connect the jointed limbs, the restrictions on use are very large. Although I have to admit that it is still very powerful, it is not as scary as I thought at first.

For example, the lord of his own family defeated Elizabeth in a row from beginning to end, so he didn't have to worry about being involved in an inexplicable spiritual war.

"But why did you choose Nehru?" Vera still looked confused.

"Let me answer this question." Li Cha snapped his fingers, and raised his chin at the burning eggs, "Because Nehru revealed that he could use magic when he lit the oil drum just now. If he captures his memory, Elizabeth can become an elemental user."

"Spiritual power that was useless before, can be turned into treasure from now on, right?"

"Yes." Elizabeth nodded.

"It's too idealistic." Vera sighed and shook her head. "No matter how deep your spiritual power is, it takes time to meditate and accumulate magic power. How could Richard give you this time."

"And Nehru knows a few spells over and over again, so what if he can learn them all." Dracula couldn't help but said.

Everyone in Gaoshanbao knows that Nehru's left hand is bloodthirsty and his right hand is fireball. He can cast spells for two hours and five minutes. Today, with the rapid development and expansion of the Ripper Legion, they are all typical representatives of uselessness.

"Don't overestimate her, okay?" Li Cha waved his hand and put Zhanlong into the scabbard. "Leaving aside those powerful abilities, she can be said to be a country girl who has never seen the world. Her understanding of magic may not be much better than that of ordinary civilians. It is normal to have some erroneous views for granted."

"But why should I lose?" Elizabeth said unconvinced.

"Hahaha." The lord felt relieved and couldn't help laughing, "Fear is one of the most powerful forces in the spiritual world. If you knew how afraid of death this guy is, you would definitely not choose him as a target."

This is not his nonsense, there are not as many rules and regulations on the spiritual level, and extreme emotions often represent extreme power.

In terms of fear of death, the kobold shaman is at least at the level of a magister, so there is undoubtedly a wall of despair in his spiritual world.

No matter what kind of evil spider queen you are, if you dare to attack, you will only end up being deflated. There is no accident, but it is much more powerful than him in reality. The battle in the spiritual world is very dangerous. A strong spiritual origin can certainly bring advantages, but no matter how weak a life is, there may be hidden strength enough to make the gods restrain themselves.

If Elizabeth had any knowledge of mysticism, she would definitely not dare to use "Dementor" without knowing the risk. It's a pity that too high-end knowledge is destined to be insulated from her.

"Is this fate playing tricks on people?" Vera finally wanted to understand the cause and effect, and she couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

"What a powerful Elizabeth, and what a mysterious ability. But meeting Li Cha is like meeting a nemesis, and he suffers from boredom everywhere."

"Because Your Majesty is stronger." Dracula said naturally.

"Can you still use Dementor?" Li Cha wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and asked carefully.

He is not blind, of course he can see that there must be something wrong with Elizabeth's unusually weak state, so he quickly took the opportunity to ask all the questions he could.

"I can't." Elizabeth wiped her tears, lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Although I have never used soul-destroyer before, from the first day I became conscious, I knew that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

The lord couldn't help but snickered again.

Speaking with conscience, with such a domineering effect of Dementia, even if it can only be used once in a lifetime, it is definitely not a loss. It's a pity that it was wasted on Nehru, a piece of mud that couldn't support the wall, and it failed in the end.

The table was full of chips and chips were pushed down to gamble, but in the end even a copper dime was not brought back.

"Ahem." He coughed twice, trying to put on a serious face, "What are the consequences of failure?"

"I lost nearly half of my spiritual origin." Elizabeth's already fair face became even paler.

"What?" Li Cha was stunned for a moment, and the smile on his face disappeared in an instant. He pointed to Nehru who was lying on the ground in a coma, and he couldn't hold back a single sentence, "Then he he he?"

"That's right, part of it was absorbed by him." Elizabeth lowered her head, and couldn't hold back her sobs again. "This is... the prize for the winner of the spiritual battle. I gave up nearly half of my spiritual origin to keep my consciousness and memory from being harmed."

Li Cha and Vera looked at each other in blank dismay—they were relatively knowledgeable, and they reacted immediately.

Dracula and Higuain were deep in thought—these two didn't care much about occultism, and they didn't quite understand what it meant.

But in the end, the four of them reached a consensus. They formed a circle and looked down at Nehru, who was in a coma, with complex and incomprehensible expressions.

The dog smashed his head twice and giggled, the saliva flowed down his cheeks, and he dreamed of something delicious again.

After Elizabeth's spiritual origin was killed by the lord and reincarnated, there was still a quarter left. The battle of the soul cut off a small half of it, and what could be absorbed by Nehru was only a part of the small half.

But as a life piled up by countless soul fragments, her spiritual origin at the peak is too exaggerated. Even if it is reduced layer by layer, only "a quarter of a quarter and a small half of it" is an astronomical figure in all likelihood!

"That is to say, this guy has now taken a Shiquan Dabu pill and has become a peerless genius on the road of magic?" Li Cha grinned and looked at Elizabeth with a little expectation, hoping to get a negative answer from her mouth.

It's not that I don't like Nehru, but I'm afraid no one can accept it so easily!

Elizabeth cried even louder—"Yes."