Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Chapter 719: Thunderstorm

　　 Once the ritual of the Vanity Sect begins, it can't stop at all.

　　 Thirteen people will eventually become a whole.

　　 And this whole will be dominated by the will of Alphalia.

　　 In a sense.

　　 It is thirteen people who became a new Alphalia.

　　 Their strength, will, memory, and abilities are all gathered in one "person".

　　The ceremony is still going on.

　　 Your Excellency Faerun is struggling very much now.

　　 His will is resisting.

　　 He was unwilling to let the Vanity Sect succeed just like that.

　　 He was an undercover agent, also for the church.

　　 I just never thought that the world suddenly changed, which caused Alphalia's plan to advance and thoroughly planned the rhythm of Your Excellency Faerun.

but……

　　The meaning of resistance is not great.

　　 A voice sounded in the mind of Your Excellency Faerun.

　　 The sound seemed as if the tide was hitting the coast, and it was like a groan of virgin pain.

　　 His will was disintegrated in an instant.

　　 The whole person's body also bends, and he can't control it at all. There is a strong rolling and vomiting feeling in the stomach.

　　 The scene in front of him became blurred.

　　 There was a harsh buzzing sound in his ears.

　　 His heart beats so fast that he can feel the blood flowing in his blood vessels, causing his blood pressure to rise and his head hurts sharply.

at this time.

　　 Your Excellency Faerun has lost consciousness.

　　 The mask on his face changed strangely.

　　 The mask was annoying with the blue and black color, as if it was made of pig iron, but at this moment it turned out to be like a living thing, slowly creeping.

　　 First, some small particles appeared on the mask.

　　 Then the particles stretched out of the tentacles, floating with the wind.

　　 Also, this mask is also protruding outward.

　　 as if to leave.

To know.

　　 Once the vanity sect's mask is put on, it can't be taken off again.

　　 Now, this mask will automatically be detached. Naturally, there is a price to pay.

　　Any gain of power cannot be taken for granted.

　　 and on the side.

　　 Other people in the vanity sect, such as Brand, Mercer, Gascoyne, etc., also experienced the same situation.

　　 But it is different from Your Excellency Faerun.

　　 These people did not resist this ceremony.

　　 For them, the meaning of life is to become a more terrifying existence.

　　 In other words, the instinctive demand for power.

　　 Especially Mercer.

　　 Mercer is the best dish of the Vanity Sect.

　　 has no cards at all.

　　 But now, he is very excited.

　　 The voice in his head made his soul tremble.

　　 "I feel like I'm about to melt."

　　 Moser murmured, trembling all over, and said while shaking, "I am going to become a new whole. I feel power, endless power, and endless knowledge."

　　 "I want to be a god."

　　 "I want to lead this era."

　　 The masks that everyone wears on their faces are constantly getting away.

　　 Only one person is different.

　　 That is Gascoigne.

　　 That strange voice also appeared in his mind.

　　 The mask on his face also showed signs of creeping.

　　 But leave?

nonexistent.

　　 He is from Northwest China, even wearing a mask.

　　 Long ago, the real Gascoigne died in Du Wei's hands. Now he is just a fake created by the power of the golden balance.

　　 It's just that he doesn't know it.

　　 At any time, the essence cannot be changed. It is impossible for a bad person to suddenly become a good person.

　　 The counterfeit goods are like genuine ones, even if he himself thinks he is real, he can't be exactly like the original one.

　　 Gascoigne is a dark thunder buried by Du Wei in the Vanity Cult.

　　 And now, it's the moment of thunder.

　　 Gascoigne opened his eyes.

　　 He watched the changes of his companions, then looked at himself, his heart was full of doubts.

"what happened?"

　　 "I seem to be different from them?"

　　 "Is the ceremony like this?"

　　 "Or, I am the special one?"

　　 Gascoyne’s voice caught the attention of others.

　　 But except for Alphalia, everyone else has no control over it.

　　 "Gascone...you..."

　　 Alphalia's eyes widened, staring at Gascoigne before him in disbelief.

what's the situation?

　　According to the ritual, the masks on the faces of other people have already begun to break away, and then a new body will be formed, and one's own will will be injected into it, giving birth to a new Alphalia.

　　 The mask on Gaiscoyne’s face, why doesn’t it move?

　　 Gascoigne was shocked: "Alphalia, what happened? I...what happened to me?"

　　 Alphalia's eyes are dangerous: "You are not Gascoigne."

　　 "How is it possible, I am Gascoyne!"

　　 "Alphalia, is there a problem with the ceremony?"

　　 He panicked completely.

　　 Alphalia was very angry.

　　 "Either you are not Gascoyne, or the mask on your face is fake."

　　 while talking.

　　 Alphalia walked towards Gascoigne.

　　 But every step I took, I tried my best.

　　 After the ceremony began, invisible forces bound them.

at this time.

　　 The sky is cloudless, and it's cold, and it's chilling.

　　 The voice disappeared.

　　 A mask broke away from the other people's faces.

　　A black thread is entwined.

　　 And, floating to Alphalia's side.

　　 The sense of restraint has been reduced a lot.

　　 But on the other hand, there was also a person who quickly rotted into bones.

　　 The mask gave them a long life, but when the mask was detached, it would take away everything from them.

　　 Gascoyne's frantic resistance.

　　 He looked at Alphalia, who was getting closer and closer to him, and wanted to escape: "Stay away from me, Alphalia, calm down, why don't you think that the ritual is a problem?"

　　 Alphalia gritted his teeth.

　　 There was blood from the eyes.

　　 He planned for one or two hundred years before preparing for the ceremony to be completed.

　　 Unexpectedly, there was a problem in this link.

　　 "You really deserve to die."

　　 Another mask floated beside him.

　　 Another soul returned to peace.

　　 By his side, the two floating masks are already surrounding, and the tangled black silk threads gather together ~www.NovelMTL.com~ to vaguely form the outline of a hand.

　　 Also, the silk thread is still spreading.

　　 When we really gather, it is the time when a new carrier is born.

　　 Alphalia finally walked in front of Gascoyne.

　　 His body is already on the verge of collapse.

　　 In the horrified scream of Gascoigne, Alphalia pressed his hand on Gascoigne's face under the gaze of others.

　　 The end of the finger clasped the mask tightly.

　　 Just with a hard effort, the mask was torn off, bringing up a piece of flesh and blood, followed by Gascoyne's painful scream.

　　 His entire face was torn off.

　　 can see the innermost bones.

　　 Alphalia held the mask and crushed it.

　　 He finally couldn't suppress the anger in his heart: "Ah! Ah! Why is it fake!!! Why!!!"

　　 Earlier, he still had illusions.