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After hearing William's slightly indifferent answer, the sorceress's heart instantly froze.

This sentence means... must kill me?

Resisting the burning pain in her body, she began to think desperately about how to save her life, and Jose had not yet struggled from self-reflection and regret, and the female knights and Xiaobai had already left first, with the [Angry Flame Legion] ] went to clear the remaining demons, and the roofless dungeon fell into a brief silence.

After a while, William, who had not received an answer for a long time, was a little impatient. He took the initiative to break the silence, and reached out to touch [Lamia's knuckles] again.

"I repeat, hand over the control of the [Altar of Flesh], I have no interest in lying to you, even if you hand over the control, you must die, but if you cooperate, I can let you die a little more happily. "

Feeling the slight trembling at the vest, the **** warlock who seemed to swell at any time turned pale.

Even after the strengthening of the demon blood, he is still a relatively weak spellcaster. If he continues to drag on, the injury will deteriorate to an irreparable level for at most twenty minutes.

She gritted her teeth, forced herself a little harder, and said, "My lord, I can hand over the control of the [Altar of Flesh and Blood], but can you spare me..."

William didn't care about her at all, a shadowy force appeared on his fingertips, and the stick inserted into the sorceress's vest swelled a little again.

Amidst her feeble screams, William replied calmly:

"No, as I said just now, you must die no matter what."

Hearing the unquestionable firmness in his words, the sorceress said with a tragic expression:

"Since I must die, why should I hand over the [Altar of Flesh and Blood]?"

"..."

"It seems to make sense."

William raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "Then I will say it again, hand over control of the [Altar of Flesh], and I will spare your life, um... Maybe I will spare your life, anyway, it is impossible for me swear."

After hearing his insincere assurance, and whether it was because of the aggravation of the injury, or because he felt that there was no hope of survival, the sorceress's expression turned even more gray.

She gritted her teeth and said in a low voice, "Maybe you don't know my strength, but I..."

"Forbidden Warlock of the sixth-order peak"

William said casually: "But the demon at hand was beaten up, right?"

The sorceress was stunned for a moment, and then said fiercely: "Yes! If I can keep a Baator Demon or a Deep Horn Demon..."

"I must turn around and run."

William raised his eyebrows in disapproval, twisted [Lamia's knuckles] a small half turn, and then said calmly amid the sorceress's screams:

"It's a pity you didn't~ It's a virtue to beat the drowning dog, so stop talking nonsense."

William released [Lamia's knuckles], walked to the sorceress and squatted down, looking at her resentful eyes and said softly:

"You can also keep that [Altar of Flesh and Blood] for your own funeral, but I have something to tell you.

My territory is not far from here. There are three branches of the Church of True God in Faran. What is the way the Church of True God has always dealt with a warlock like you who slaughtered? You don’t need me to remind you, right? "

The sorceress shuddered when she heard the words. She was not very clear about the methods of other True God Churches, but she had really seen the methods of the Holy See of Light.

Those **** call the process of "purifying evil" "the mercy of the true God", but the process of being licked by the flames of holy light and being completely consumed bit by bit should be called "eternal torment". Yes, it's better to choose a happy death rather than the end where it's hard to die, but...

"Do you have to kill me?"

The sorceress raised her head slightly and looked at William and pleaded:

"I can swear to Styx that I will be loyal to you and your family for the rest of my life. My body has been infused with the blood of the devil, and I have at least two hundred years left to live, and maybe there is a possibility of being promoted to the seventh rank, which is enough to protect you. My family for several generations! As long as you spare my life!"

William squeezed his chin when he heard the words, and was really moved by what she said.

It's not a support family, the main reason is that this guy does have the possibility of being promoted to the seventh rank, and killing a seventh-rank professional, even if it is only LV61, will get more benefits than killing ten LV60 professionals, or... Fatten the pigs and then kill them?

Seeing that William seemed to be persuaded by herself, the sorceress's eyes suddenly filled with ecstasy, and she hurriedly stood up and continued to prove her worth.

She endured the pain and said respectfully: "In addition to protecting your family, I can also fight for you! As long as it takes four months to sacrifice a small remote town with a population of about 8,000, I will be able to pull... ah! !!"

William withdrew his fingers from [Lamia's knuckles] and sighed regretfully.

Although the seventh-order is fragrant, but if you want to wait for this guy to advance, you must use a lot of killing and flesh and blood to pile up. Although you can use monsters and the like to replace it, this guy's opening is 8,000 lives, and it is obviously impossible to break it back.

When he thought of this, William's expression turned cold, and he slowed down his speech and said decisively:

"Stop talking nonsense, and quickly transfer the control of the [Altar of Flesh and Flesh] to me, and then I will give you a good time."

Seeing that he has made up his mind to kill himself, the sorceress's face is full of unwillingness, and she seems to want to struggle.

But the "one-stop service" of True God Church hung over her head, so she had to bow her head resignedly, touched the mark on her chest, took out a dagger from it, and handed it over reluctantly.

I saw her full of resentment:

"If you want to control the [Altar of Flesh and Flesh], please provide some blood, about a cup and a half."

William glanced at her and reached out to take the short dagger in her quirky hand, but he didn't immediately put the knife on him, but first grabbed the handle and squeezed it.

【Poison Curse Demon Dagger】

【Poison+5】【Pain+5】【Confusion+1】

[Special skill: No way to heal~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The wound caused by this dagger is extremely difficult to treat and will quickly necrosis]

[This is a dagger made from the corpse of the sixth-order Poison Curse Demon. The handle and gauntlet are made of fragments of the spine and shoulder blades, respectively. The sound of the knife is made by the sharp canine teeth of the Poison Curse Devil.

The inside of this dagger's blade is completely hollow, and there is a highly poisonous gland that still retains its vitality.

Once the skin of the flesh-and-blood creature is broken, these magic marks will automatically absorb toxins from the poison glands inside the blade, causing unbearable severe pain, and will quickly corrode the wound. Only the poisonous magic bile matching the knife can detoxify]

Tsk... I thought you ran out of money, it seems that the rotten boat has three pounds of nails.

William curled his lips covertly, and under the sorceress's extremely nervous gaze, he aimed the blade of the dagger at his wrist and slowly pressed it down.

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