Chapter 49 The Twelve Knights

Chapter 49 Twelve Knights

But after this extreme discomfort, he seemed to see a blurry light, and then slowly became clear and obvious. Finally, the small candle still existed in front of the mirror, and Ye Zi saw it clearly.

"...?!" But he is not happy or excited, but an incredible. You know, in the broken mirror, what he saw was not himself, but a woman with absolute beauty and absolutely weirdness.

He dared to believe it, but it was even more difficult to understand. It was really hard to imagine that he was clearly standing in front of the mirror, but how could the reflection in the mirror not be himself, but another completely different person, another noble woman who did not exist at all.

He is the only one here. He is completely sure that there is no woman in the mirror here at all, but he has to accept that it seems that he doesn't exist, or that there is only this beautiful but strange woman here. Anyway, in that mirror, there is no second reflected. Personally, this is the only woman.

What he couldn't accept was that when he looked at his bloody hands, he was clearly sure that those absolutely familiar hands were not someone else, but himself.

"............!!" He was confused and even more stupid. For a moment, he felt that his head was very messy, and he couldn't understand what was going on at all.

But it's still fast. When he found the two bloody eyeballs under his feet that once belonged to him, he finally realized that the pair of dark red eyes staring at him just now were gone...

Then, he seemed to want to confirm something. When he subconsciously looked into the mirror again, he clearly saw that the pairs of eyes that seemed normal but were extremely strange, and even had red pupils, which were not his own eyes at all.

In this way, Ye Zi naturally associated the current pair of eyes with red pupils with the blood-colored eyes that just floated out of the mirror. Now he can completely imagine that he abruptly dug out his eyes in order to put those strange eyes into his eyes...

Thinking of this, Ye Zi completely lost hope. He felt that he was not himself at all, but another person. He looked like himself on the outside, but what existed was the soul of another person. You know, at this time, Ye Zi didn't even clean his bloody hands, let alone because he dug out his eyes. The bloody face, what's more terrible is that Ye Zi clearly felt that the corners of her mouth rose slightly, showing a strange sneer. At the same time, the strange woman in the mirror also made such a sneer...

Ye Zi: "............?!" He had a bad feeling. You know, in this state, Ye Zi, who was covered with blood, opened the locked door of the toilet and then went out.

It looked bright outside, because of the red lights, Ye Zi, who had just come out of the dark world, felt very uncomfortable. She subconsciously blocked it with her hands. After a while, he felt that he had adapted to it.

Then, he looked around. There were still only a few people in the small bar, and Uncle Zhang and Yue were still at the bar.

The advancement of magic depends on the continuous control, proficiency and understanding of magic. Everyone's magic is roughly the same but there are subtle differences. When you can understand the subtlety of it and understand your own magic, advancement is a matter of course. However, it should be pointed out that the advancement of magic is not as easy as mentioned above, and it is not difficult to control and master magic, but to understand the subtleties of your own magic. In the end, not many people can do it to reach the level of advancement because of this understanding. In fact, it is not to understand the qualitative change of magic. Your own magic, but the change of dosage to qualitative change.

Yes, just like demons, their magic advancement requires continuous souls. As long as the power provided by the soul is enough to support magic, change will happen, and finally reach the point of qualitative change, and magic advancement has become a matter of course.

The pursuit of evil is exactly the same, and so are many monsters. They need constant souls to make their magic grow and grow. I hope that one day their magic will make a qualitative leap. Of course, the more pure the soul is, the more helpful it will be to magic.

Therefore, the evil spirits are frightened and surprised at the same time. It really can't understand how human beings can have purple magic. In this world, sucking the soul is completely an unforgivable felony.

Yes, magic can indeed make it change qualitatively through understanding of it, but such a probability is too slim. It is simply looking for a needle at the bottom of the sea, which is very little. Besides, the evil can see that the magic of these people in the bar is not as pure as expected. In other words, it is not a very pure advanced magic, which means that these people have sucked a considerable number of, even unimaginable souls, and then have the very scary purple magic now.

"--It's hard, don't you say it?!" At this moment, a very terrible idea came to the mind of the evil. I heard that in the era of the peak of the black hunter, the black hunter once brought twelve supernatural powers, that is, the later [twelve knights], to hell, passed all the way to the territory of [Mamon], one of the seven demon kings, among which there was no The demons fell to the ground in the hands of the twelve knights, and these twelve human beings sucked the souls from the demons regardless of the consequences...

The evil spirit does not know why human beings can survive by sucking the demon's soul, but it knows that few demons of the twelve knights who successfully come back from hell dare to provoke, let alone anyone, not to mention its little evil spirit...

Thinking of this, the evil spirit finally feels death. If these human beings with purple magic in front of them are the rumored twelve knights, it can be inevitable that it will disappear completely without too much imagination. Maybe, its soul will be easily sucked by these demon-like human beings. Maybe.

The more evil spirits think about it, the more they feel afraid. The more they think about it, the more scary they feel. Anyway, in front of these human beings with purple magic, it is like a poor ant. If they want to trample it to death, these people don't need much strength.

After all, he clearly realized his weakness. This evil spirit, which occupied Ye Zi's body, began to walk towards the back door not far away, hoping that he still had a glimmer of life.

But it doesn't have such an opportunity, or the moon at the bar finally called, indicating that it wanted to talk to it.

At the bar, Yue smiled at it, and then slightly took up the cup of Bloody Mary specially prepared for it a long time ago; "...Would you like a cup?"