Lord Shenxiu-Chapter 533: The Controller (Please Subscribe)

"Don’t quibble... We’ve performed numerous divinations, and although most have failed, there’ve been vague clues. You must be connected to those assassins!"

Klado Tisamo’s eyes flickered with many mysterious symbols.

The Son of the Wind’s gaze suddenly became bewildered, his facial muscles violently twitching as one hand slowly clasped the other, as if a second personality had emerged within his body, splitting and contending for control.

The church professions of the Myriad Doctrines primarily involve a hierarchy of faith but also intermingle with the rank of Spirit Child!

This Archbishop, Klado Tisamo, is the 6th rank on this path—the "Controller"!

He could dominate many Spiritual Bodies, even an enemy’s spirit, inducing mental chaos through eye contact, or even engendering a secondary personality.

At this point, he didn’t even need the Son of the Wind to answer; by capturing the opponent and allowing the new spirit within the body to fully emerge and control the flesh, the Son of the Wind would become another person with the same memories and strength but a vastly different personality, madly devoted to the Lord of the Portal.

Then, everything would naturally be confessed.

The Son of the Wind’s eyes were bloodshot, parts of his body undergoing transformation, clearly aware of the approaching danger.

The hand being grasped struggled to reach his chest, bringing a small sea conch horn on a necklace to his lips and blowing fiercely.

Woo woo!

Amidst the low tone of the conch, whirlwinds materialized one after another.

They fiercely stirred the remains of the coffins on the ground, stirring the mummy which inadvertently rolled a few times, shifting the focus and gaze away.

The Son of the Wind immediately seized control over most of his body, intending to escape.

The mummy, too, was evidently a cursed object, and of the strongly-controlling type.

The mark of using this ability was maintaining eye contact with the opponent!

Once its gaze was diverted, the Son of the Wind, who had been largely controlled, instantly gained freedom. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

’No, you don’t want freedom!’

’Go back, solely devote yourself to the Lord of the Portal!’

’No... My faith is in fate!’

The madness on the Son of the Wind’s face became increasingly evident; amidst the chaos, he wished to command the wild winds, leave this place, and repress the mental issues within.

Belonging to the same Western mystical system, he had some understanding of the "Controller," having encountered similar spirit domination before.

"Come back!"

Klado Tisamo’s voice sounded deeply.

In an instant, the Son of the Wind felt he had lost control of all the whirlwinds, which was simply unbelievable.

His career path began with controlling the wind, from the communicative control of the "Wind Whisperer" to a "Son of the Wind," a Gale Favored.

But now, this Son of the Wind felt as if the wild winds had come to life, developing their own Spiritual Bodies and will, beginning to reject serving him.

This calmed the violent winds immediately, and the many extraordinary individuals on the ground were no longer suppressed, able to join the battlefield.

All things possess a spirit!

The ability of the "Controller" was to forcibly dominate any Spiritual Body of a lower rank than himself.

For example, controlling the fire spirit to become a master of flames.

Or causing a space or area to develop a Spiritual Body, thereby mastering the void of that region, forbidding others from teleporting, or using the power of that space to suppress enemies!

It could be said to be a quite bizarre and terrifying profession.

At that moment, Klado Tisamo had endowed these wild winds with soul and life, causing them to start resisting the Son of the Wind’s manipulation.

Despair was written all over the face of the Son of the Wind.

After all, he was only a 5th-rank extraordinary individual, naturally suppressed by a demigod.

If his opponent hadn’t intended to capture him alive, perhaps he would have been toyed with to death!

In the maple forest, "Whisperer" Lord O’Neill was desperately fleeing for his life, his heart filled with confusion, "Why... did the plan fail, and the enemy had an ambush in place?"

A mere cursed object, even if it was the rumored shroud of the ancient gods, shouldn’t be like this!

The next moment, he seemed to hear countless prayers in his ears.

Those mixed and overlapping voices suddenly entered his brain, plunging his thoughts into chaos.

He screamed in agony, falling to the ground, his body smeared with mud and fallen leaves, his forehead veins writhing like earthworms.

This was the power of the Church’s 5th ranked strongman—the "Archbishop"!

They had only used the chaotic spirituality contained in the numerous prayers of believers, accumulated over time, pouring it all at once into the enemy’s body, resulting in extremely terrible damage!

"I may have disguised my face, but once captured and the disguise is washed away, my career, my family, will be over..."

Lord O’Neill’s heart was filled with despair.

He looked at the approaching "Archbishop" and saw the disappearance of the tornado, having lost all psychological resistance.

However, fate seemed not to have abandoned him.

Just as the "Archbishop" from the Church was about to step forward, he suddenly touched his brow and a light wall appeared before him.

From within the wall, one could faintly hear the prayers of countless believers.

Inside the golden light, there were also a great number of praying apparitions.

They were like a bronze wall of faith, forming a solid defense.

Crack!

Then, that light wall was shattered by a burst of demonic light.

Moreover, the black light seemed to be filled with corruption and negative emotions, infiltrating into the golden light.

Originally devout believers praying with fervor suddenly turned twisted in appearance, with grotesque blood tears on their faces, committing all sorts of immoral acts.

They slaughtered, they stole, they plundered, they fell into depravity...

It seemed in just a moment, the wall of faith had become a wall of corruption!

The "Archbishop" was struck by the black light, screamed in anguish, and fell to the ground, suddenly beginning to mutate.

Countless tentacles burst out from beneath his austerity robe, turning his entire body into a writhing mass of festering flesh.

And on the surface of the rotting flesh, various colors of corruption came together, forming complex and bizarre patterns.

Lord O’Neill hurriedly turned his head away, not daring to look any longer.

"You now have a chance to escape."

A figure suddenly appeared beside him, letting Lord O’Neill only see a pair of black boots.

He did not look up, as his spirit wildly warned him.

O’Neill could only stand up and quickly flee the scene.

’Very clever, isn’t he? And very pragmatic.’

Zhong Shenxiu’s second Primordial Spirit watched Lord O’Neill’s retreating back, quietly making a comment.

It had been him who had earlier triggered the Nine Heavens Secret Prayer Demon Light, saving O’Neill.

"The Diviners of the West are quite formidable, aren’t they? They didn’t directly divine my presence but discovered danger and then divined lateral clues?"

"Unfortunately, even if they capture these two people, they still won’t discover my identity."

Zhong Shenxiu held the Heavenly Demon Banner, casually giving it a shake.

Countless Heavenly Demon Secret Spells fell from the banner, transforming into endless Demon Dao Divine Abilities, striking the convoy, striking those survivors, striking Klado Tisamo!

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