Spider demons have attributes

Break through the ghost fog,

Yin Fulin let out a sharp scream,

A series of harsh sound waves continuously hit Fu Bai's body with thunder, eroding the substitute's life force.

The thunder weakens rapidly,

The stand-in ghost is becoming more transparent,

Fubo ignored the others and transformed into thunder and flew towards Horn's position quickly. He had to kill the spider demon before the substitute disappeared and help the spider demon reborn in the big tomb. This was the promise he made to Horn.

Fu Bai originally thought that because of the friendship between the Corpse Puppet and the Knights of Styx, this matter would never come to the point of taking action.

I never expected that the Knights of Styx were so obsessed with the Spider Demon, so much so that they would not hesitate to tear each other apart from the corpse puppets they had fought side by side with for countless years.

to be honest,

Fu Bai was a little unprepared for how things unfolded.

In order to protect Horn's promise, Fubo wanted to rescue Horn even if the double was scrapped, so it was too late. Half of Horn's body was already dragged into the Mist Gate.

When Forber arrived, Horn had been completely dragged into the fog.

Fu Bai turned his head and looked at Yin Fulin angrily, "Why do you do such a thing? It's not like the glorious Knights of Styx."

Yin Fulin: "When the spider demon sees Mr. Walter, everything will be clear. When the matter is over, you corpse puppets will understand."

In the mist,

Horn regained control of his body, and he immediately chose to self-destruct. However, after self-destruction, Horn had no choice but to rebirth on the spot in the mist.

"Death feels weird."

Horn, who self-destructed more than a dozen times but could not escape the fog, sensed something was wrong. "There was no feeling of death, as if it had been reset."

Horn couldn't explain clearly either.

But in the fog, he seemed to have lost the option of death. Every time he self-destructed, it was as if time had been passed and returned to the past.

in short,

Hikmoth's power cannot be used in the Mist,

at this time,

A voice sounded in the mist, "I miss you so much."

Horn was startled and looked around. There was only thick fog, "Who is it? Who is talking."

A voice came from the fog again, "It's me, Walter, you should have seen me."

Saying,

The mist surges,

Groups of fog gathered in front of Horn, twisting and deforming, gathering into the shape of a giant octopus, its eye sockets glowing scarlet.

In front of this huge fog octopus,

Horn felt as small as an ant.

"Introduction, I am Walter, the God of Death. We meet the little guy again."

Walter spoke,

His voice was old and his aura of weakness was hard to conceal. Even when he spoke, the mist all over his body felt like it was about to collapse at any moment.

A small character like Horn doesn't dare to speak at all in front of the real boss.

I can only secretly bring up the properties panel.

Taking a look at the level of Death God Walter, he saw the title [Controller of Death Sequence] flashing above his head.

There is no level number,

This guy who doesn't even show his level number is the scariest thing.

Horn swallowed, "Uh."

Little Death God Walter stared at the spider demon, his huge eye holes like a vortex that kept sucking inward, "We have met before, right?"

"Is there any? Haha, hello, boss."

Horn hesitated and said,

Do not know why,

A picture suddenly flashed through his mind, which seemed to be some pictures from a dream. In a valley, he encountered a large fog. The fog when Sonny Gullance saw the Nightmare Lord was very similar to the current form of Walter, the God of Death. similar.

Could it be that Walter had always been with the Duke in the form of mist?

This thought flashed through Horn's mind,

Then I heard Walter say slowly: "Do you remember the first time you entered the dream corridor?"

Horn suddenly realized, "Oh, you mean this."

The first time he entered the so-called Dream Corridor, Horn almost melted together with other monsters. It was a very bad experience.

Little Death Walter: "I didn't even have time to say hello to you, and you ran away."

"Forehead"

Horn was a little confused as to what this old Walter wanted to do.

He tried every possible means to drag him into the dream corridor, and then started chatting about homely matters and what he wanted to do.

Horn was more straightforward and asked directly: "Boss, do you have anything to do with me?"

a brief silence,

Little Death Walter said, "I need you to do something for me."

Horn thought to himself, "Why do all the guys come to me and want me to do things? Shouldn't the attitude of asking people to do things be more kind? Is your attitude the same as asking people to do things?"

"You have a special talent," Walter said,

"Average, I'm actually very mediocre." Horn smiled bitterly.

"You can clear the influence of dream imprints. Although I don't care how you do it, you are unique with this talent." Walter said.

If it were any other monster, anyone would be overjoyed to be praised so loudly by the legendary Death God Walter.

But the more Horn listened, the more confused he became.

This is starting to make me fart like a rainbow. I really praise myself to the sky. I am sure that the next thing I need to ask for help will be extremely difficult.

"Luck, it's all luck. I don't have any special talent. I'm just lucky enough not to die. Look, the mark on my forehead is still there."

Horn said modestly,

Fortunately, these guys didn't know that he could devour attributes. They just thought that he had certain abilities that could resist the brand of dreams. If the talent of consuming attributes was exposed, I can't imagine what the consequences would be.

Horn: "Mr. Walter, I feel your kindness. I don't know what you want from me."

After saying that,

The spider demon looked nervously at the big foggy octopus.

It can be said that Horn's life and death is completely controlled by Walter.

In this weird dream corridor, all life will disappear. Under the feet is the surging River Styx. Countless resentful souls are deconstructed and disappear in the River Styx. Horn feels that he can still stand and speak, all with Walter's permission. ,

Maybe the other party only needs a thought, and he will die into mist like other resentful souls.

It was quiet for ten seconds in the mist,

Horn anxiously waited for the reply from Walter, the God of Death.

I saw Walter speak and said unhurriedly: "I hope you can kill me."

"ah?!"

Horn thought he heard wrongly.

But Walter continued: "I have been waiting for too long. If there is some kind of power or monster that can take away my life, then it must be you. You are the only guy I have ever seen who can remove the imprint of dreams."

"ah?!"

Horn still thought he heard wrongly.

I can't believe what the other person said,

Such a powerful monster actually asked me, a conjurer, to kill it?

impossible,

Absolutely impossible,

Horn quickly said: "Boss, I don't dare, I don't dare! You are my god and my idol. I don't dare to do anything to you. My strength is only the Gu Gu, and I am really no match for you. Let alone Not to mention killing you, I don’t even dare to think about this idea.”

"No, you can."

"No, I can't!"

"I trust you."

"I don't believe in myself."

"Little guy, this is my sincere request, Walter. I am definitely not testing you, and I don't need to test you."

"No, no, no, Mr. Walter, you misunderstood!"

Horn explained seriously,

His eyes were clear and his tone was sincere, "You are electricity, you are light, you are the only myth. I admire you and I fear you. Therefore, I just want to join the Knights of Styx and become your vassal. Don't say anything else." Kill your nonsense, you are a powerful God of Death, I will never let go of anyone who dares to harm Lord Death, from your devout believer, Spider Demon Horn."

""

Walter was silent;

I don’t know why I was silent,

He didn't say a word for more than ten minutes.

a long time,

Walter then slowly said: "Do you know what the function of the Styx is."

Horn: "Um, I don't know."

Death God Walter: "All souls that enter the River Styx will be recycled. They will disappear in the River Styx and become part of the power of our Knights of Styx. This is where the strength of our Knights of Styx lies. However,

Styx is not omnipotent;

While devouring the soul inside, there is a part that cannot be absorbed, that is, certain memories of those souls, extremely precious experiences in life, or other wonderful memories. These cannot be swallowed and absorbed by Styx. The more power you have, the more memory fragments remain, so"

Walter paused and looked at Horn.

Horn was a little uneasy, "So what happened?"

Walter continued: "Even I can't carry too many memory fragments, so the Duke created the Dream Corridor back then, dragging those broken memories into the dream, and erasing the soul's memory in the gap between reality and slumber. , leaving only pure power, everything was so orderly."

Speaking of this, Horn had a better idea of ​​Walter's attitude. This guy was very weak when he spoke, and it didn't seem like he was pretending, so he boldly said, "Is it possible that things changed after the Duke's death?"

Walter sighed: "After the Duke left, although the Dream Corridor still retained some of its abilities, without the Duke's intervention, the Dream Corridor could no longer operate as effectively as before. Now the Dream Corridor can no longer create dreams. The memory fragments of the river soul can only be swallowed by me personally. I have reached my limit, spider demon, you must help me."

The voice of the God of Death was filled with deep helplessness,

After thinking about it, Horn said puzzledly: "Since you can't deal with the memory fragments, can't you stop the Styx?"

You don’t have to eat if you’re too full.

There will definitely be no good end if you try too hard.

Horn didn't particularly understand.

Walter explained: "It can't be done. Once the Styx is opened, it is a branch of Hell [River of the Dead]. Even if the Knights of Styx stop hunting, a steady stream of souls will be directed to flow to the Styx, and memory fragments will be born. It can’t be stopped.”

"So I ask you to kill me and dispose of the memory fragments in the River Styx."

Walter begged,

At this moment, it looked like a withered old man facing death calmly, without the intimidating aura of the God of Death at all.

Horn hesitated, "I'm curious, why are you so sure that I can deal with the memory fragments in the River Styx? Do you know what I am capable of? And, since I want to clean up the memory fragments, why should you also do it?" How about killing him? Is there any necessary connection between the two? "

Can't we just clean up the debris?

Why was Walter so hard to think about and had to catch up with him.

Walter: "In these years, I have devoured too many memory fragments, and my mind is almost in chaos. If I don't die, the power in my body will expand sooner or later, until it destroys the entire duchy. The territory is the only legacy left by the duke. I can't stop my eyes." You see yourself destroying the Duke’s territory.”

Horn: "Oh, although I don't quite understand it, I feel that you are indeed a loyal dog."

"Then you are so confident that I can do something?"

Horn asked again.

"No, I don't know what means you have, but if you can clear the dream imprint, then you will definitely be able to remove the memory fragments in the River Styx." Walter said firmly: "The essence of the dream imprint is transformed by the memory fragments, and it is me One of the means used to offset the huge number of memory fragments."

"this."

Horn wanted to refute, but he didn't know what to say.

The other party insisted that he had the ability to solve the memory fragments, and Horn could not change the other party's mind.

"If you don't have confidence in yourself, maybe I can help you make sure."

Walter exhaled a breath of mist,

Squirted onto Horn's face,

The mist penetrates into the body,

A lot of strange sounds suddenly sounded in my mind, including the howls of ferocious beasts, the roars of birds, the sounds of insects, or the Hermetic language with strong flavor in various dialects.

There seemed to be countless little people talking inside Horn's brain.

Walter's voice penetrated the noise and clearly conveyed to Horn, "Now, you can use your own methods to try to solve the memory fragments. I kindly remind you that if you cannot solve it in time, you may become a crazy person." Ghoul.”

"How despicable!"

Even now, Horn doesn't dare to gamble. He can't really pretend that he can't solve the memory fragments. Don't make fun of your own life.

Attribute devouring starts,

Try to use attribute talents to swallow the voices in your head,

"Memory fragment +1"

"Memory fragment +1"

"Memory fragment +1"

By devouring,

Get the memory fragment properties,

At the same time, the voices in my head gradually weakened,

When the last number of memory fragment attributes are swallowed up,

The noise in my mind disappeared,

Horn breathed a sigh of relief and was almost driven crazy by the messy sounds. He looked at Walter helplessly.

"I said, you can clean up the memory fragments, can't you?"

Walter said calmly.

Horn: "You are awesome, you are noble! Yes, I can! So, I have to help you solve the problem of memory fragments?"

All these guys are on top,

Still so arrogant when asking for help,

Horn was very unhappy.

Walter said directly: "Sonny told me something. I know very well that you are a unique spider demon and a guy who is qualified to enter the cathedral. So, in return,

If you successfully clear the memory fragments of Styx, the Knights of Styx will recommend you to enter Tingen Cathedral. "