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She stepped on the void step by step, walked into the air, spread her wings of death in the darkness, then raised her head to the sky, and took a long breath. The sky above the dark night was stirred by her breath, the strong wind howled, and the turning dark clouds were in the mid-air. The middle scroll is full of various shapes, like a solo dance before death.

Such a prelude naturally alerted the sentinels in the darkness early.

"Enemy Attack, Enemy Attack"

The shrill siren cut through the dark night, and the mage who was guarding the area immediately woke up, put on his mage robe, and walked out of the tent with his staff.

Look in the direction of the alarm warning.

But it was too late.

Daji, who was standing in mid-air, was ready to attack. Her small and cute cheeks were bulging out. The magic elements in the air seemed to be sucked into her stomach. The skin on her face was so... The dark magic lines were constantly flashing, indicating that some kind of violent magical element reaction was taking place in the expansion of her chest, causing her chest and abdomen to continuously emit sounds that seemed to be emitted when a high-temperature boiler was turned on at full power. That kind of sound.

嗡

"stop her"

The mages shouted desperately.

But it was too late.

The next moment, as if the Milky Way was hanging upside down, Daji's mouth opened, and a scream that seemed to sweep through the world came from her mouth. Silent magic ripples spurted out in a radial shape, setting off a storm in the soul world that swept away everything. All sleeping, moving, and running living creatures within this range feel a kind of coldness deep in their souls, as if their lives were frozen in an instant.

Time seems to stop at this moment

Howl of the Banshee

The specialty of the high-level succubus from hell, the top group attack soul spell, reappeared on the continent of Loland at this moment, as if it was a repeat of the history of the demon clan's invasion of the main material world in ancient times.

Robert, the second-level mage, felt a pain that pierced his heart and lungs and grabbed him, constantly tearing at his soul, as if trying to take his soul away.

"No"

"no way"

Robert struggled, desperately trying to stabilize his mind. With trembling hands, he took out a bottle of soul-fixing potion from his space bag, drank it with his head held high, and then quickly took out a small purple requiem grass, which only grows in the mountains. A kind of magical herb on the top of the world, it has the magical function of condensing the soul, and it is extremely precious. But at this moment, Robert just hesitated for a moment, then took a hard bite, chewed the leaves of the requiem, and let its juice flow out quickly. The soul-stabilizing potion he had drunk before entered his stomach and quickly neutralized it. A warm and peaceful breath quickly dissipated from his body, stabilizing his mind that was about to move.

A high-ranking second-level mage is still so complicated, let alone an ordinary person.

In the military camp, except for Robert, most of the people died in their sleep. Their souls were stripped from their bodies and turned into countless light spots. They floated up in the air in a hazy way, and then were attracted by an irresistible force. The force hit me and I was sucked into the huge black hole above my head.

Daji put away a space ring in mid-air, and the feast of harvesting souls finally stopped.

It contains the harvest just now, more than 800 standard soul crystals of ordinary quality, more than 100 standard soul crystals of excellent quality, and several high-level soul crystals that can be used as masters of advanced combat weapons. She killed several Imperial mages in her sleep.

The Banshee's Wail is indeed the most suitable spell for harvesting souls when people are not prepared. The souls collected this time are almost completely intact. The soul of a person in sleep is the most soothing state. In this state, the human soul is in the most soothing state. The soul is the most rounded and flawless, and the quality of the harvested souls is absolutely excellent, all as pure as a baby.

It’s so coveted.

Daji looked at those beautiful shining crystals and almost drooled.

Why not try one first

I heard that the soul is very delicious.

But no, the master will definitely be angry if he goes back.

Daji turned around and glanced secretly at the silent Winter Soldier behind her.

She doesn't do such stupid things

As for those mages who were harvested, huh

As a formal mage, she didn't even have the most basic awareness of guarding against soul attacks, so she deserved to be made into a soul crystal.

But, hehe

She has gained so much this time. I wonder what the master will reward her when she returns.

At this time, the spell effect of Banshee's Wail has expired. Those few soldiers who were awakened from the attack just woke up. The first thing that caught their eyes was the various people around them who remained motionless in various postures. Colleagues, their bodies are still alive and their mouths still have mysterious smiles, but their souls have been harvested.

The entire military camp is like a large stage play that has stopped, strange and cold.

what

Finally someone let out an uncontrollable scream.

Daji took a look and realized, well, there are still some fish that slipped through the net.

Suddenly he was so angry, hey, you people, why can't you just die in your sleep? Why do you have to wake up and feel all kinds of pain? The most important thing is that these people are about to mess with all kinds of things in the battle. The quality of souls with extreme emotions will also be greatly reduced. This is not perfect.

The angry Daji waved his hand, and fire rain flew out from the sky.

Just like the battle horn sounded, the ogres led by Singer stepped forward excitedly to experiment with their new toys. How to design standard weapons for these ogres belonging to the Red Star Chapter, but this made Arthur's "staff team" They racked their brains, and finally considering their tall stature and terrifying load, everyone finally decided to let them act as the firepower of the frontal charge.

So, at this moment you can see the majestic ogres carrying huge ammunition boxes on their backs, wearing the same reactive armor of the Abrams tank on the front of their chests, holding one or six bullets in their arms. There are 25 Vulcan cannons, some have twin-mounted anti-aircraft machine guns with extended barrels, some carry a dozen large vehicle-mounted missiles bundled like hedgehogs on their backs, and some carry huge The forty-pipe organ rocket launcher ogres were all like children setting off fireworks, they were so excited that the battlefield was like a large-scale firepower exhibition.

Boom crackle

In short, the Ogres, who were fighting for the first time, gave full play to the fine tradition of the Millennium team in another world, that is, even if there is only one enemy left in sight, they must use superior firepower to completely submerge him in artillery fire.

It was a pity that there were not many living creatures left in the Noxian military camp that had been swept away by Daji's Banshee's Wail, which could not keep the over-excited ogres happy. The poor surviving imperial second-level mage Robert immediately became the meat and potatoes that all the ogres were fighting for, and died in humiliation under the cannon fire of the ogres' bombardment.

After a brilliant night of fireworks, Singer Stonebreaker walked up behind Daji and reported in a loud voice:

"Ma'am, we have completed your mission. All Noxians have been torn to pieces."

"Well"

Daji waved her hand and said briefly:

"Next"

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