"Since Kourt is not dead yet, where is he now?"
The picket captain Edgar asked at this time. He still maintained a vigilant posture, protecting Philip behind him, and his sharp eyes were locked on the old magician. As an experienced picket officer, he was more concerned with potential threats that had not yet materialized.
Poe Drian's cloudy eyes slowly turned to him, and there was no emotion on his wrinkled face, as if he was answering a simple question.
"He can't go anywhere." The old magician's voice was calm. "Kourt and I have been entangled here for a hundred years, and he is no match for me. In these hundreds of years, his power has been exhausted. More importantly, as a 'Lord ', he is forever bound to this land by his power. Once he leaves this Sunken City, and leaves this ruins that he regards as his territory, his Remnant Soul will instantly dissipate like a shadow exposed to the scorching sun."
He paused and pointed his skinny fingers at the petrified undead pirates in the square, with a trace of undisguised mockery in his tone.
"In the past hundred years, it's not that he has done nothing. He has continuously split his own insignificant Remnant Soul, attached to certain items, and used it as a medium to seduce and bewitch those greedy and stupid people, trying to use external power to break the balance here. Unfortunately, his power is too weak, so weak that it can only affect some mortals with weak minds. Of course, there are some exceptions, such as these pirates..."
Hearing this, Li Wen's heart moved. The statue of Two-tailed Mermaid, as well as the bewitched Joseph, were obviously the products of Poe Derian's mouth.
"What about now? What did he do?" Moria asked, he was more concerned about Kourt's current movements.
"Who knows." Poe Drian shrugged, as if it was nothing to do with him, "Maybe he has died in some unknown corner."
At this moment, a sharp voice suddenly sounded from the corner, interrupting everyone's thoughts.
"I know! I know where he is!"
Everyone's eyes immediately focused on it, and they saw Spade K rolling and crawling out from behind the stone pillar. He pointed at the young player who was already on the ground not far away, with an ashen face, with an arrogant and twisted excitement on his face.
"It's him!" Spade K's voice became a little sharp due to excitement, "It was him who collapsed the tower just now! You all saw it, right? You all think about it carefully, why can a guy with a stupid face destroy a Mage Tower? He must be possessed by that Soul Lord! The mole is him!"
Only then did everyone realize that this was indeed the case.
The expressions of several Yang Yi's classmates suddenly changed. They looked at Yang Yi in disbelief, their eyes full of shock, suspicion and a hint of anger at being betrayed. They then recalled that Yang Yi's behavior along the way was indeed weird. He always deliberately left the team and acted mysteriously. While everyone was fighting for survival, he quietly came to the foot of the spire.
"Yang Yi." Those people turned their attention to Fu Qingyan. Fu Qingyan could only say helplessly, "If you do it, you did it. If you didn't do it, you didn't do it. What did you hide from us?"
Facing the questioning gazes of everyone, especially Li Wen's cold gaze that was hidden under the shadow of the hood and seemed to be able to penetrate everything, Yang Yi's psychological defense finally collapsed completely. His whole body was shaking violently, his lips were trembling, and he finally told everything with a cry.
"I... I didn't mean to..." His voice was broken, full of fear and regret, "When we were on the ship, the pirate was beaten away and the statue was broken... I heard a voice..."
"He said that he was an ancient god who was killed by a traitor and sealed here. He said that I was the one chosen by fate and his apostle. As long as I could help him regain his freedom, he would give me supreme power and glory... I... I thought this was my adventure, the biggest hidden mission in the game..."
Hearing this, Li Wen already understood in his heart that late that night under the Port Belen church, the figure of the sneaky player who was eventually killed by the statue gradually overlapped with the crying Yang Yi in front of him.
"I didn't... I really didn't do much!" Yang Yi waved his hands hurriedly, trying to defend himself, "I... I just made a few posts on the game forum according to what he said, and slightly... revealed a little bit about Black Reef Bay's ancient ruins and treasures. I wanted to... want to attract more people to help... I didn't expect that the matter would be so big..."
"Fuck you!" A furious curse interrupted Yang Yi's defense. Spade K's face turned the color of pig liver at this moment. He rushed forward in three steps and kicked Yang Yi to the ground. If he hadn't been stopped by joker, he would have beaten the culprit to death on the spot.
"It turns out that it was you, the son of a bitch, who spread false news on the forum!" Spade K was shaking with anger. Only now did he realize that the reason why he led the entire Eternal Life Blessing Cult into this death trap was all thanks to the cowardly liar in front of him. "I spent so much money and killed so many brothers. You were the one who fucking tricked me!"
Except for Fu Qingyan, several other companions also glared at Yang Yi, feeling that Yang Yi's behavior of betraying important information of the team without authorization was very bad.
Just when the situation was about to get completely out of control, a cold and calm voice overwhelmed all the noise and anger.
"Kourt, is it still with you now?"
Li Wen walked up to Yang Yi at some point and looked down at him condescendingly. The sight under the hood was sharp and cold, piercing into the depths of Yang Yi's soul.
Yang Yi was so frightened by this compelling momentum that he trembled all over. He subconsciously touched his head, his face showing confusion and deeper fear.
"No... not anymore..." he answered with a cry and a trembling voice, "Just when the tower collapsed... he... the voice in his head suddenly disappeared... and never sounded again..."
This answer made the hearts of everyone present sink suddenly.
Kourt's Remnant Soul broke away from the fragile host Yang Yi. So, where did he go? Or, what kind of new host has he found?
A terrible thought appeared in everyone's mind at the same time.
At this moment, at the other end of the square, the body that had been pierced by thousands of light spears and had long been considered dead by everyone suddenly moved.
Joseph Wilblood, the fanatical believer of Flesh and Blood Path, slowly sat up from the ground in an extremely stiff posture. The spears made of light that were inserted into his body turned into light flakes and disappeared without a trace the moment they came into contact with his body.
He raised his head, and all the wounds on his bloody, almost human-like face were healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. And his scarlet eyes, which were originally full of madness and violence, now turned into a deep, emotionless, abyss-like death gray.
He calmly glanced at everyone in the square, his eyes revealing a kind of indifference that belonged to an absolutely superior person who looked down on all living beings and regarded all things as stupid dogs.
Finally, his deathly gray eyes met Li Wen's cold gaze in the air.
He grinned, revealing a row of white and neat teeth, and said slowly in an ancient, strangely rhythmic, and cold tone that seemed to freeze the soul:
"I have returned."