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"How to do it?" Downton did not lose his calm. There is no free lunch under the world. Even if it is picked up, it must be weighed to see if it will break your teeth.

"Since the legal profession can call magic servants through magic, then you can also call through magic arts!" Homer was very excited.

The beautiful and magnificent magic flame style constitutes the name of a divine art, and the detailed introduction is clearly displayed on the title page.

Confession of the undead can purify the body and soul of evil creatures and make them devout believers, confessing and atonement for the sins they have committed.

"This is the Dragon Slayer's Divine Skill, and it can be exchanged as long as three thousand souls are sacrificed. You really made a profit!" Homer laughed, "This finally solves the problem!"

"The magic is so powerful? Can the faith of the undead be changed? Isn't there no sin in the world?" Downton stunned.

"People, you misunderstood. The failure rate of this divine art is very high, reaching almost one-thousandth. It is also useful for those mentally inferior ghouls and abominations. If you change to death knights, you are absolutely number one. Time is chopped into meat sauce!" Homer really wants to roll his eyes. The master is too stupid, it seems that he must be taught some evil knowledge.

"I'll say, how could it be possible for those sinful liches to be sent out, and let them be good at being good, right, good undead!" Downton relieved that although the magic was a miracle of God, it was not a panacea after all.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry to sacrifice, to deal with those ghouls, enough." Homer urged.

"Not to mention that all the **** I sell can't afford this magic, and it's ashamed to bring a ghoul servant out!"

The thought of those corpses covered with maggots and worms that would follow me later, Downton felt a bitter cold, and I would be much smaller in the future.

"A demon servant who can only be used by others until the adjudication level, you can have it now. What a big advantage this is, and it will be time to change!"

"Don't force me to swear, this unadvanced garbage ghoul, I cut one with a knife, without breathing." Downton was depressed, "If you can confess a ghoul lord, it's not bad."

"White dreaming!" Homer despised.

"Okay, what about the first-order ones? You don't even have the strength of the first-order souls. What do I want them to do? Do they pollute the city?" Downton racked his brain and thought about their advantages.

"When you get to the war rank, or find the soul-like magic equipment, you can confess the first-level ghouls, or wait for the anti-bite to be chased!" Homer is depressed, if he is not on the verge of collapse, don't Speaking of the first stage, it is the ghoul lord, and I will show you confession!

"Yeah, you can find the tearing dragon teeth, maybe there is a good magic costume, you know that the luxury suites are all rich and noble, how can there be less self-defense equipment?" Downton grumbled, preparing Continue hunting, "Robinson, don't go to the top floor!"

"Hey, in this dangerous situation that can die at any time, in fact, you have no choice. If you have one more ghoul servant, your survival rate will be improved a lot." Homer persuaded him that if Downton died, it would How long have you been asleep?

"Even if I want to sacrifice, I have no soul!"

The soul stone is a must-have for adventurers, used to save the soul that kills prey, but the poor ghost like Downton is obviously unaffordable.

"Can be in debt!"

Seeing Downton get up, dragging the torn dragon teeth to watch at the door, preparing to leave, the magic book quickly flew to him and projected large characters.

"Huh? This is the deity, and it's too miserable, right?" Downton could not help.

Those who sacrificed are deeply afraid that the sacrifices are not good, and the gods will not drop the grace, but they have never heard that they will encounter active credit.

Even the weakest deity is mysterious and looks down on sentient beings. Without enough sacrifices, the eyes will not sweep you.

"A month, as long as you sacrifice 3,000 souls in a month, you can get this dragon-slaughtering magic!" Homer is also a black line in his head, and feels that this deity is too cheap.

"It feels like you are a middleman. Do you ask the deity to make a 30% discount?" Downton only teased, but Homer suddenly fell silent.

A magic book floats out of thin air, which is a bit weird.

"Isn't it really okay?" Downton is very self-knowledged. With his current strength, even if he asked Homer's origins, people wouldn't say it, and he would still have an uninteresting impression.

"You can get 30% off, but the time will be shortened to 20 days." Homer suddenly projected the text, frightening Downton.

"Actually, it's okay!" Downton was dumbfounded and waved another line of words, "Will that 50% off work? I guess it's my first customer in thousands of years? Should I give a discount?"

"People, you don't have to measure in!" Hema Qi's words were gone.

"Who did you wave with? The soul I saved, isn't it all yours?" Downton's finger knocked on the magic book, "It's stupid."

Homer's words are poor, and if you think about it for a long time, it is really the case, and it immediately goes silent.

Downton suddenly felt a little embarrassed. If there was no hole card, he wanted to kill Robinson and leave the dungeon.

In the case of death sooner or later, it is better to fight together, Downton leaned against the wall, thinking about how to maximize the advantages of ghouls.

"It agreed!" Homer reported the results of the negotiations, "1500 souls, paid in 20 days!"

"Come on, give me magic!"

Downton had just nodded, and an arrow of gold suddenly appeared from the pages of the book, and shè entered his eyebrows.

Boom, Downton felt like his brain was hit by a siege hammer. His eyes were black, he stumbled back a few steps, and almost fell.

"How do you feel?" Homer asked, "The martial arts, magic, and magic obtained from the sacrifice will be directly imprinted into the mind, so it will be very painful."

"Very good!" Downton felt some spells in his head and made a casting gesture, preparing to release the undead confession.

"Stop it, this divine art consumes magical energy very much. Use it up to three times with your reserves!" Homer quickly stopped. "Your magical energy is used up, it takes six hours to meditate to recover."

Downton wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. Fortunately, the longer it was delayed, Robinson first explored the luxury suite first. By then, he certainly couldn't even drink the soup.

"Sacrifice can only let you learn to confess the undead, but it cannot be done. If you want to be like an arm in the battle, you must practice constantly." Homer worried that Downton would indulge in the sacrifice of the sacrifice, and solemnly reminded him he.

"Understood, what comes from sweat is the most real thing!" Downton took it seriously. Only by practicing martial arts as instinctively would he come to his hands and exert his greatest power.

Downton rushed out of the guest room and carefully moved to the top floor while listening to his ears. He is now eager to hit the ghoul.

Living in a dungeon full of undead creatures, Downton's expectations were fulfilled. On the fifth floor, he saw a ghoul wandering in the corridor.

Downton raised his left hand and chanted the spell of confession of the undead. A long bow of gold appeared in his hand. His right hand pulled the bow string into a moon shape, and the light spot condensed into a arrow of gold.

After finishing the preparations, Downton struck the ground with his right foot.

boom!

The ghoul heard the movement and turned his head. After seeing Downton, he immediately rushed over like a mad dog, because the speed was so high that the maggots on his body dropped a lot.

Downton's skill is average, and he can only use this stupid way to increase the hit rate. When the ghoul rushes into ten meters, he releases his right hand.

Hey, the arrow is fast like a meteor, shè enters the ghoul's chest, and walks through it.

The ghoul's body screamed and continued to fight.

"Fight, fail!" Homer projected the text.

Downton raised his battle axe, chopped this undead, and chopped off its head. It didn't take any effort to find a second one. A ghoul heard the movement and rushed out of the room.

Although the undead confession is not an instant spell, but the total casting time is less than three seconds, when the ghoul rushed into the five meters, Downton's arrow shè came out.

Hey, after the arrow entered the ghoul's chest, it still passed through.

"Dead!" Downton cut his neck after tearing the dragon teeth to block the claws of the undead.

"The high failure rate is discouraging." Homer took the soul debris from the corpse, but it did not merge, but it was preserved.

"It will always succeed!" Downton's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to look for his next goal.

Five minutes later, Downton had his third defeat. The magic energy was exhausted, which made him feel a sense of exhaustion, dizziness in his head, weakness in his limbs, and he wanted to take a nap.

"Have you ever thought about the consequences if you don't pay the owed sacrifice after the deadline?"

After a moment of silence, the magic book projected the text, and it wanted to cheer Downton.

"It's just death." Downton supported the wall upstairs, and a corner of his mouth overflowed with arcs. "Since it's done, don't regret it. Besides, how can I have time to hurt Chun Qiuqiu? Hard work to survive, even if I die, No regrets!"

Homer suddenly didn't know what to say. Downton's calm expression and steady heartbeat all proved that he was not lying.

"Aren't you worried about my collapse?" Downton smiled. "I'm not that vulnerable."

"If you don't make sacrifices, your soul will be forced to sacrifice!" Homer reminded, "Sacrifice is a sacred contract that no one can rewrite."

"It's the same as I expected~lightnovelpub.net~ It's just a different method of death." Downton knocked on the magic code. "Yes, I just forgot to tell you that since the sacrifice is going to be done through your middleman, you are completely You can charge a handling fee!"

Homer stunned.

"You can pit a god, think about it, and you will feel a sense of it. Next time we join forces and pit him a few times, it seems that 50% off is still too much." Downton estimated that if he sold a half-sell and half-sell ultra low The price, the gods are likely to jump off the building.

"Return my concern, I'm actually worried about you guys, I'm so stupid." Homer complained in writing, but rest assured, Downton has a big heart, the more pressure, the more the performance excellent.

"So many divine arts, I want it all!" Downton licked his chapped lips. "I remember you said that there are many altars and many deities in the plane space of the magic book, so which one Silly? Is it easier to bargain?"

Homer refused to answer, this guy was indeed a theist, but it suddenly felt that it was really feasible to pit one's hands in the present situation of those gods.

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