My magic panel is too numerical.

"What...what did you do?" The heat was so immense that even Vanessa in front of her felt a chill run down her spine...

A chill ran through my soul; though my body couldn't feel any warmth, my heart was filled with immense fear.

Pharos could not hear anything at all.

At this moment, every breath he took and every second he thought was an immense torment.

He grabbed his sword and tried to rush forward, wanting only to quickly eliminate the enemy before him, but the sharp spikes on his body pierced deep into his flesh, rendering him unable to move.

Compared to the throbbing pain in his soul, Pharos felt almost no pain from the pain that pierced his flesh.

"You! Go away! Don't come any closer..." Vanessa panicked for a moment. She wanted to run away immediately, but at that moment, she was shocked to find that the spikes piercing her body could not be pulled out!

Vanessa quickly realized that the tentacles weren't impossible to remove; rather, she couldn't control them at that moment. The "spirit" on the tentacles had been burned away, turning them into a pool of soulless flesh and blood.

Just then!

Serena picked up the longsword from the ground, tensed all her muscles, strode forward, and swung it four times with all her might.

Cut off all the spikes piercing Pharos's body.

Pharos can finally move!

Vanessa's face twisted in pain. This was the first time she had ever felt threatened with death, except when she was being chased by "The Agent" Leon.

Enraged, she pointed the bone spur protruding from her pulse at Serena.

With a "whoosh," the swift bone spur sliced ​​through the air like chalk, striking Serena squarely in the lower abdomen. "Pfft!" She immediately vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Madmen...you two...you're all madmen!" Vanessa said in despair.

"Level 2 magic... muscle... closure..." Serena strained her body, barely managing to grip the silver wolf-head longsword, and chanted a spell using the holy sword. This spell was designed to force the muscles to close, preventing blood loss.

Having successfully broken free of the spikes, Pharos strode forward and rushed into Vanessa's arms, handing her the blade with both hands.

This time, the blade pierced through the charred woman's chest.

In an instant, Vanessa also felt the same pain as Pharos, the pain of her soul being burned.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh..."

Instantly, the woman let out a piercing scream.

At this moment, Vanessa felt even more pain than Pharos.

The intense burning sensation originating from the soul is far more painful than that of an ordinary soul.

at last!

The flames that burned her soul spread to the woman, successfully igniting her soul.

Purple flames instantly erupted from Vanessa's charred body.

"It worked?" Serena closed one eye in pain, clenching her teeth tightly. She looked at the unbelievable scene before her, and even felt a little scared.

Her "spirit" also belongs to a very high level, otherwise "Holy Burning" wouldn't be black.

Serena's intuition told her that Pharos was in great danger at that moment, so great that he could kill her in an instant.

"Why... Pharos... why are you so strong..." she murmured softly, panting heavily, a hint of unease creeping into her heart.

The charred woman's entire body began to convulse uncontrollably.

"Fire fueled by souls? Impossible... This is impossible! How could you possess... such a powerful soul?"

She screamed and kicked Pharos, sending him flying, but the burning sword remained on his body.

She tried to pull it out, but the sword seemed to be fixed in place.

In a short while, the purple flames burned brighter and brighter, and she could no longer struggle, collapsing to the ground.

[Soul splitting is now closed.]

The holy sword is released from hand, the skill is deactivated, and the soul fire is extinguished.

Pharos, who had been kicked away, lay on the ground, panting heavily with a sense of relief.

"Living...the feeling of being alive...it's so good..." he exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

"How are you?" Serena clutched her wound, the abdominal injury causing her to close one eye tightly in pain.

But she still forced herself to grit her teeth and step forward to ask a question.

Pharos's vision went slightly dark, and the edges of his field of vision gradually began to fade, as if covered by a layer of white mist.

"I...I'm...fine, just...a little...tired."

Strange, where is Miss Crow?

At a time like this, she should have been the most anxious.

But why... can't I hear her voice?

Pharos felt strange; his head was foggy, as if he had been given alcohol, his thoughts were slow and fragmented.

Before he knew it, listening to Miss Crow's incessant chatter had become a habit for Pharos.

Not being able to hear her voice at this moment makes me feel empty inside.

"I can't hear you... Where are you? Speak up... You're not here... I feel... a bit empty..." Pharos gasped as he shouted to his surroundings.

He stretched out a hand, hoping that, as before, a large raven would perch on it.

But... no.

"I can't see you...where are you?" Pharos asked anxiously.

He tried to get up, but his whole body was numb from the excruciating pain, like when he slept until he was numb and his blood stopped circulating.

He strained to raise his right hand, aiming it at the ceiling, as if longing to touch something.

"Really... You're the one who's most anxious... right? Miss Raven... I can't see you anymore... What are you thinking about right now?"

Pharos seemed to see a crow that refused to admit it was fat, its watery eyes glistening with tears welling up.

"I feel like I've drifted too far away..."

His consciousness gradually faded into darkness, as if he were about to fall into an abyss. His outstretched hand began to sway, and he could barely hold on any longer.

Just as my arm was about to give way, a pair of cool, slender hands reached out and caught it steadily.

Serena gripped Pharos's hand tightly, her voice still cool and low, but the indifference was gone, replaced by anxiety:

"Mr. Pharos, cheer up!"

…………

The basement of Castile Cathedral.

A nimble, spider-like machine descended the stairs, emitting a constant noise of steam dissipation and the rolling of electric current.

Byron, dressed in a white robe, sat in a four-legged mechanical wheelchair with a cigar in his mouth.

The gaslight illuminated the surroundings, making the basement appear unusually empty, containing only a stretcher and a body wrapped in a white sheet.

Byron, looking like he'd just woken up, yawned: "What's up so late...?"

Opposite him was a huge white figure.

"Vanessa has been found...she's dead..." came the voice, its age indistinguishable.

"At least, we've achieved our goal." Byron still looked listless.

"How long are you going to keep testing me?" All the mouths on the giant's body opened simultaneously, emitting a combined voice of dozens of people:

"The fact that Christina hasn't dared to make a move herself yet shows that she's already realized her weakness. She probably already guessed that we're testing her, trying to force her to act!"

"What are your thoughts?" Byron asked in a weary, aged voice.

"Since she is really so weak," the giant said in a synthesized voice, "then why don't we make our move now? If she dies... the entire Dawn Town will be my food supply... and then I will have the greatest advantage in this 'Demon War'."

"Hmph," Byron shook his head, denying it. "Last time we hunted Christina, we suffered because we were too hasty. If we had been better prepared, she would already be dead... Do you think this woman's title of 'Agent' is undeserved? Would she not have some backup plan? She stumbled once, will she stumble again?"

"What do you mean?" the giant asked, puzzled.

"Christina's favorite thing is fishing. Pretend to be on your deathbed so that you will jump out on your own. Once she discovers your identity, Leon will have a legitimate reason to intervene."

"Hmph~" The giant snorted angrily, "But time is not on our side. I still need two weeks to recover, but I can't hide anymore... She will find me soon."

"She has a plan, and so do we. The seeds have already been sown, and it's only a matter of time before they take root and sprout," Byron said meaningfully.

"One last thing, that Pharos... I really can't stand it anymore... Let me kill him... I beg you..." the white giant suggested at the end of the conversation, his voice noticeably lower this time.

"Wait a little longer. Pharos's 'spirit' is indeed very good, powerful enough to cause brain death to a 'demon holder'," Byron said with a slight surprise. "But it's also perfect. After eating 'Red Lady,' you can advance to a higher level of life, which can fill the gap in our plan."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and lifted the white sheet covering the body.

The corpse was Vanessa, whose body and soul were both burned to a crisp.