Chapter 196 Demonic Soul Pot

The cold wind was howling, and the sunlight shone through the thin clouds onto the white ice field, making the light seem a little dazzling.

The mountains are ups and downs, and under the cover of overlapping shadows, a dark tower stands deep in the mountains. The sharp spire is like a straight claw, pointing directly to the sky, about to tear the sky apart, which makes people feel chilling.

This is the Midnight Demon Tower.

At this moment, Mantou and the other two were at the bottom of the demon tower.

The natural fighter led them to the depths of the secret room and pressed the mechanism.

"I fought my way in and found this thing here."

I saw that it was a strange pot with a ferocious dragon head at the mouth of the pot. Countless whistling and wailing sounds came from the pot, as if countless souls were trapped in it, struggling in pain, and there was also some kind of hidden laughter.

Singo looked at the pot carefully, as if trying to discover something.

“This thing looks familiar.”

Mantou walked straight forward and said, "This is obviously a magical equipment, maybe it's a soul-refining banner. Anyway, you guys just watch from the side, I'll take it and study it."

Singo remembered something and quickly stopped him: "Wait——"

"What do you say?"

Mantou had already touched the handle of the pot with both hands and was now turning his head to look at Singo in confusion.

"It's nothing, why are you so nervous?"

However, the next moment, his eyes first turned white, and then turned into strange vertical pupils, with fanaticism in them.

The illusory phantom flew out of the pot and directly into Mantou's mouth and nose.

【Devil Soul Pot】

This is the infamous sixth-ring necromancy spell. The magic pot will act as a container for the soul. Once it touches the magic pot, the soul in the container will possess the host, seize control of the host's body, and trap the host's soul in the container. The soul of the possessed creature can perceive the environment from the container through its own senses, but it cannot move or take any actions.

"Mantou" lowered his head and stroked his body, his claws gently caressing every inch of scales and every muscle of the half-dragon man, with an expression of ecstasy on his face.

"Oh, what a wonderful body."

"A perfect, side-effect-free blood fusion, the flame and power of a red dragon. I have never had such a perfect sample in nearly a hundred years of experiments. Fortunately, I left a trace of my soul here to guard against these shameful thieves."

Singo asked coldly: "You are not him, who are you?"

The natural war maniac also clenched the battle axe in his hand, veins bulging on his arms, ready to go berserk at any time.

They all knew in their hearts that Mantou might have been possessed by the boss.

But at this time, Mantou turned a blind eye and just continued to revel in the new container, sighing like reciting a poem: "What kind of power is this? If it goes as expected, the owner of this body - the red dragon, is definitely a greater creation. How fascinating."

Then he noticed the two people in front of him.

Although it was still a steamed bun-shaped face, the red vertical pupils were staring at the two of them, making them feel their hair stand on end.

"Ah, two more valuable samples. Today is really a fruitful day."

The being occupying the steamed bun's body bowed slightly and saluted politely.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself to you. I am a wizard, an artist, and a follower of the dragon. You can call me by my former mortal name - Wagnad.

"We should be able to spend a long time together in the future."

Wagner grinned, revealing a chilling smile.

The dragon-crazy black wizard Wagnader, a mortal who was once captured by the Cult of the Dragon, went completely mad after watching his wife being eaten as a sacrifice.

He desperately pursued the power of the dragon, and turned his own daughter into a monster with his own hands. He raised countless dragon-like monsters in the tower, and even a real white dragon.

Unlike the Cult of the Dragon, Wagnader's worship of dragons is not like the Cult of the Dragon, where evil dragons are worshipped as gods. He only worships the power of dragons. For this power, he created a powerful spell to trap the dragons, and even gave up his beloved daughter, using her as a lowly sample and experimenting on her wantonly.

"Oh? Wait, my dear experiment is still questioning me?" "I didn't expect that a guy with red dragon blood would say such a thing."

Wagner put his ear close to the magic soul pot, seeming to be listening carefully.

Mantou's soul cursed him indignantly, calling him a beast who used his daughter as an experiment.

As a player, although Mantou was very angry when his body was taken away, he was not afraid. After all, he could still be resurrected. The worst that could happen was that he would lose some experience and start over again.

"You're a fucking beast. You can even do this to your own daughter. You really deserve to be..."

Hearing Mantou's curse, Wagner actually chuckled.

"You mean my daughter?"

"I love her very much. I gave her all my best. It's just that her bloodline is too low and she failed to live up to my expectations."

"She refused to accept the great evolution, and I had no choice but to replace her arms, torso, and legs with the best dragon organs.

"Look at those scales, the surging dragon blood, and the strong muscles. Isn't she a thousand times stronger than the original fragile body? She is now my most satisfying work, more perfect than all my previous works."

As he spoke, Wagner's tone became obsessed again.

"Whoosh-"

Taking advantage of Wagner's momentary distraction, Singo launched a sneak attack. The hunter's mark was marked on Wagner's head, and a sharp arrow was shot out.

But a dark magic force field appeared on Wagner's body, easily turning the sharp arrow into pieces.

"This is the body of your companion."

"If my soul dissipates, his body will also die, and your companion will be trapped in the magic pot forever."

However, the natural war maniac let out a violent roar, rushed up immediately after, and jumped down fiercely with his battle axe.

"Go to hell!"

"You totally don't care about the life or death of the owner of this body? How interesting."

There was a playful light in Wagner's eyes, and his eyes became empty like deep black holes due to the infusion of fear energy.

【Captivating Gaze】

A black light flashed.

After staring at him for a while, Tiansheng Zhan Kuang fell into a deep sleep, lying on the cold ground.

And Singo was unable to react and was hit by the spell.

However, the needle with its own trigger pierced the back of his neck, waking him suddenly from his coma.

That was a device he specially commissioned the Mechanicus to build to deal with this special situation. It could automatically wake him up when it detected that he had fallen into a coma.

"Oh?"

“Interesting little thing.

Wagner grinned, and the red magic light flashed in his eyes again.

[Domination of Humanity]

His lips moved slightly, and without saying a word, the order was given.

Singo suddenly felt a powerful spiritual force controlling him, and he was not allowed to resist at all.

Even though this was only a fragment of the dark wizard's soul, the powerful mental force accumulated over a hundred years was as deep as the ocean, leaving the novice players with no ability to fight back.

(End of this chapter)