Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Seven hundred and nineteenth, thunderstorm

Once the vanity sect's ritual starts, it can't be stopped at all.

Thirteen people will eventually become a whole.

And this whole will be dominated by Alphalia's will.

In a sense.

It was thirteen who became a new Alphalia.

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

The ceremony is still going on.

Your Excellency Fei Lun is struggling very much now.

His will resisted.

He was not reconciled to letting the Vanity Sect succeed like this.

He was an undercover agent also for the church.

It's just that I didn't expect that there was a sudden change in the world, which caused Alphalia's plan to advance, and completely planned the rhythm of Your Excellency Faerun.

but……

Resistance doesn't make much sense.

A voice sounded in the mind of His Excellency Faerun.

The sound was like the tide beating against the shore, and it was like the painful moan of a broken virgin.

His will was disintegrated in an instant.

The whole person's body also bent up, and he couldn't control it at all. There was a strong rolling and vomiting feeling in his stomach.

The scene in front of him became blurred.

A piercing humming sounded in the ears.

His heart was beating so fast that he could feel blood rushing through his veins, causing his blood pressure to rise and his head to ache.

at this time.

Lord Phelan has lost consciousness.

The mask on his face had a strange change.

The mask was black and blue, as if it was made of pig iron, but at this moment it was slowly wriggling like a living thing.

First, some small particles appeared on the mask.

Then those particles extended tentacles, floating with the wind.

Moreover, this mask is also protruding outward.

As if to leave.

To know.

Once the vanity mask is put on, it can never be taken off.

Now, this mask will automatically come off, and naturally there will be a price to pay.

The acquisition of any power cannot be taken for granted.

And aside.

The same happened to other members of the Vanity Sect, such as Brand, Mercer, and Gascoigne.

However, it is different from His Excellency Fei Lun.

These people do not resist the ritual.

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

In other words, an instinctive demand for power.

Especially Mercer.

Mercer is the worst of the Vanity Sect.

There is no face at all.

But now, he is very excited.

The voice in his head made his soul tremble.

"I feel like I'm melting."

Mercer murmured, trembling all over, and said while trembling: "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 put on their faces are constantly coming off.

Only one person is different.

That's Gascoigne.

That strange voice also appeared in his mind.

The mask worn on the face also showed signs of creeping living things.

But break away?

nonexistent.

He is all from the Northwest, and even the mask he wears is fake.

A long time ago, the real Gascoigne died in the hands of Du Wei, and now he is just a counterfeit created by the power of the golden balance.

It's just that he doesn't know it himself.

At any time, the essence cannot be changed, and a bad person cannot suddenly become a good person.

No matter how the counterfeit looks like the genuine one, even if he himself thinks he is real, he cannot be exactly the same as the real one.

Gascoigne is a hidden mine that Du Wei buried in the Vanity Sect.

And now, it's time for thunderstorms.

Gascoigne opened his eyes.

He looked at the changes in his companion, and then at himself, and he couldn't help but be full of doubts.

"what happened?"

"I seem to be different from them?"

"Is this the way the ceremony is supposed to be?"

"Or, am I the special one?"

Gascoigne's voice caught the attention of the others.

But except for Alphalia, everyone else can no longer control themselves.

"Gascoyne...you..."

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

what's the situation?

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

But why doesn't Gascoigne move the mask on his face?

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

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

"How is it possible, I am Gascoigne!"

"Alphalia, is there something wrong with the ceremony?"

He panicked completely.

Alphalia was very angry.

"Either you're not Gascoigne, 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 was cloudless, and it was so cold that it was chilling.

The sound is gone.

A mask broke away from the faces of the others.

There are black silk threads twisting around.

And, it floated to Alphalia's side.

Feeling less constrained.

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

The mask gave them a long life, but when the mask came off, it took everything away from them.

Gascoigne resisted frantically.

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 there is something wrong with the ceremony?"

Alphalia gritted her teeth.

Eyes are bleeding.

He planned for one or two hundred years before completing the preparations for this ceremony.

Unexpectedly, there was a problem in this link.

"Damn you."

Another mask floated to him.

Another soul is at peace.

And beside him, the two floating masks were already surrounding, and the tangled black silk threads converged together, faintly forming the outline of a hand.

Moreover, the thread is still spreading.

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

Alphalia finally walked up to Gascoigne.

His body was on the verge of collapse.

Amid Gascoigne's horrified screams, and with the eyes of the others watching, Alphalia put her hand on Gascoigne's face.

The end of the fingers clasped the mask tightly.

With just one force, the mask was torn off, bringing up a piece of flesh and blood, followed by Gascoigne's scream of pain.

His entire face was torn off.

You can see the innermost bones.

Alphalia held the mask and crushed it.

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

Before, he still had fantasies.