Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Seven hundred and twenty, Alphalia is crazy

Alphalia's mentality completely collapsed.

He never thought that he would encounter such a major blow when he was the proudest and proudest, and when he was about to complete the grand ceremony of the thirteen members of the Vanity Sect merging into one.

No mask.

It is impossible for thirteen people to form a whole.

and.

Alphalia couldn't even feel where the disappearing mask was.

Previously, he had always believed that Gascoigne's mask was real.

But now...

"Ahhhh!"

"Why is this happening!!"

Alphalia roared wildly, like a trapped animal.

The ceremony has been a complete failure.

Alphalia had been a slave to His Excellency the Duke for hundreds of years, but later chose to betray, and even witnessed the death of His Excellency the Duke.

He felt that he was finally free from the shadow of that man.

You can start your new life.

Once upon a time, he also thought that in order to control the world, every word and deed can affect the direction of the world.

It's all empty now.

"I can not be reconciled."

"I still have a chance."

"I must still have a chance."

Alphalia crushed Gascoigne to death, wanting to tear him to pieces.

But just start.

The body of Gascoigne in front of him turned into a phantom.

"Even he is fake?"

Alphalia was extremely angry, and turned to look at the others again.

Because of the failure of the ceremony, the loss of the mask, the masks that were to be removed from other people's faces also showed signs of gradual recovery.

but.

Except for His Excellency Fei Lun who was relieved.

Others were very disappointed.

almost.

Just barely they could become a whole and gain more power.

Brand's mood is very complicated.

He is a fan of His Excellency the Duke, but he is also very clear that he has already embarked on a path of despair, and there is no possibility of turning back.

When he bid farewell to Du Wei last time, he knew that in the future, he and His Excellency the Duke would stand on opposite sides.

But the failure of the ceremony left him at a loss.

It was as if a certain idea that had been persistent in my heart suddenly disappeared.

And at this moment.

Alphalia looked at the remaining people with cold eyes. There were thirteen people in the Vanity Sect. Excluding the dead Gascoigne and other people who died because of the ritual, there were nine people left besides him.

His Excellency Faerun and the others felt a chill in their hearts when Alphalia looked at them.

"Alphalia, what do you mean?"

"The ceremony has failed,

We have to start putting on armor and becoming gods. "

"Give up, unless you find the mask that disappeared, it is impossible to succeed at all."

Alphalia remained silent.

His eyes glanced at the two masks floating beside him. The new body had already fully formed the outline of a hand. It was a very pale hand, like a corpse.

But for the rest, there are only outlines outlined by silk threads.

And there are signs of dissipation.

Alphalia has gone mad.

He rolled his eyes.

next second.

Appeared in front of Mercer.

Mercer trembled: "Lord Alphalia, what are you going to do?"

Alphalia didn't speak, and grabbed Mercer's face mask.

There is a strange force at work.

Mercer couldn't resist at all.

He watched Alphalia tear off the mask on his face.

"ah……"

Moser screamed, his face was bloody and his facial features were torn off, leaving only bones.

The weird thing is.

The moment his mask was torn off, his body began to age at a speed visible to the naked eye. His hair turned white and fell off from the ends, and his skin was full of wrinkles.

The body was hunched, the teeth fell out, and he opened his mouth to speak, but fell directly to the ground.

Alphalia didn't care, as soon as he let go, the mask automatically floated beside him, the black silk threads were entwined, and the unformed body seemed to be injected with new power, and it became active again.

A new torso is taking shape.

Alphalia said painfully: "My plan has been completely destroyed. If the mask was still there, I wouldn't have used this method to exchange for a rotten body."

And it's not complete yet.

If all thirteen masks are there.

Rituals will draw everything out of these people and bring them together into a complete whole.

But a mask is missing, and now only the power of the mask itself, or the demon spirit in the mask, and the stolen power of the demon god are drawn out.

The power, life, and will of the person wearing the mask cannot be separated.

As for Moser, who died of old age after taking off his mask, it was because he had lived for too long, and he couldn't see any problems when he had the mask on, but he would be beaten back to his original shape when he lost the mask.

A monster like Matthew who can live for two hundred years is a special case in this world after all.

then.

Alphalia looked at the others again.

Everyone was terrified, and a deep chill emerged from the bottom of their hearts.

...

This moment.

on the far side.

Matthew has come to the gate of worshiping the Duke.

The predecessor of this cult organization that worships Du Wei is the flower that never fades.

in a storm.

Matthew pushed open the door with the black book.

As soon as you enter the door.

He saw a group of people kneeling on the ground, chanting the teachings of worshiping the Duke, and praying fanatically to a three-meter-high statue in the church.

That statue was Du Wei wearing a mask.

Moreover, the envelope and the shadow were carved out.

Frobin is the head of Duke worship.

As soon as he saw Matthew, he frowned and scolded: "Who are you? Who told you to break into the Holy Church without authorization, get out."

The other believers also stood up.

There was anger on everyone's face.

The Duke of Worship is a small cult, and ordinary people can't join it at all, and they are extremely united.

Matthew held out his hand.

In the palm of his hand, a pattern of eyes emerged.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were dull and they lost consciousness.

Then, the black book automatically flew out and landed in the statue's hands, as if Du Wei was holding the black book in his hand and looking coldly into the distance.

next second.

The statue vibrated, and cracks emerged.

Matthew's face changed slightly, but there was no change.

Instead, he began to chant: "Praise you, Your Excellency, the world is on the verge of collapse, and your lost real name has also been taken away by others."

"Now, at this moment, you will come to this world again."

"You will take back your real name."

"Take back your body."

"Take back everything you deserve and put the damn world back on track."

Wait until he finishes reciting.

The whole statue exploded.

in the mist.

The figure of a man is looming.

His eyes were cold and ruthless, and his aura was terrifying, like an evil ghost.

He holds the black book in his hand.

But he said in his mouth: "My body has already been prepared."

"I can feel it, it's about to take shape."