Chapter 666 - Things Are Not That Complicated (1/2)

Chapter 666 Things Are Not That Complicated

Payne shook his head. “Of course it’s not such a thing; all my enemies are dead. I don’t need you to help me kill for revenge.”

“So you’re trying to resurrect?” asked Roland.

“I can transfer my soul too.” Payne waved his hand indifferently. “If I wanted to, I could attach myself to a random member of the royal family, and in less than five days, I could extinguish their soul and replace it. But then, the barrier in the royal tomb would be gone, and then all of the nearly ten thousand souls of the royal family would be slowly taken away by the Nether God.”

“Then what are you thinking?” Roland was a little puzzled.

Payne pointed to the huge walking winged devil over there. “Help me decompose this thing.”

Decompose? Roland looked over; the huge body of the winged devil looked terrifying. Roland then looked back again. “This thing, it should be a soul too.”

“Of course!” Payne smiled smugly. “Because before making this barrier, I had calculated that the magic power generated by my spiritual power would only supply the barrier for about a thousand years, but if I dragged in one more soul of similar strength, wouldn’t that be double the pleasure?”

“Indeed.”

Payne continued, “So I took advantage of the time when the demons invaded to capture their commander, then stripped its soul and sealed it into this barrier.

“I was planning to chat with him and live together for two thousand years as souls, but it turned out that this fellow couldn’t hold out a few years ago. His spiritual consciousness got worse and worse, and now he can’t talk anymore. It’s so disappointing.”

Roland, however, thought that it was impressive to last a few hundred years being locked up, facing a landscape that was the same every day, as well as an enemy. He said, “If you can seal it, you should also be able to dismember its soul.”

“I can, but I’d have to waste a lot of my spiritual power.” Payne smiled and said, “I don’t have a body, and the more spiritual power I use the less I have, so it’s better if you do it.”

Indeed.

When a creature had a body, its soul would be able to recover in its body, and it could even slowly get stronger if it exercised methodically.

But pure, unattached souls without a body to attach to were not likely to get stronger in the main plane.

Unless they went to the Netherworld.

…And absorbed the atmosphere of the Netherworld—that stuff was food for the soul.

But the quality and taste were still inferior compared to the energy provided by the body. It was essentially the difference between boiled meat slices and dog food.

Roland understood what Payne meant.

A demon soul like this, placed here, would also be absorbed, but very slowly.

The barrier was now absorbing the spiritual magic power of these two “people” at the same

time.

But if the soul of the walking winged devil was cut up, its spiritual magic power would become extremely easy to absorb.

The barrier would then prioritize absorbing the spiritual magic power of the walking winged devil first.

But in this case… this barrier might not last two or three hundred years. As Payne said before, he used to be a Demigod.

But now Roland sensed that Payne was just a Master.

Although his spiritual power was still massive, he had become empty on the inside.

“Actually, why don’t you resurrect, old man?” Roland was somewhat curious. “Find a random condemned criminal, devour their soul, and then be reborn in a shell. Isn’t that much better than you just sheltering the soul?”

“I don’t suppose you’ve been through many life and death separations, son,” Payne said with a smile.

Roland nodded.

Indeed, both of his parents and his grandparents were alive and well, and the relatives he was familiar with were alive and well.

“Among those souls are my most beloved kin. My parents, my wife, my sons and daughters, and even grandchildren.” Payne smiled tenderly. “If I were to resurrect, they would have to go to the Netherworld. It would be almost impossible for me to see them again.”

Roland was a little curious. “You can see them even in the spiritual world?”

“Of course I can. I’ll take my spirit out from time to time and watch them living leisurely in this small world of the royal tomb. This is a kind of happiness for me.”

Roland roughly understood the other’s mind and thoughts.

“Okay, if it’s decomposing souls, you’ll have to teach me.”

Payne said with a smile, “First, you have to learn to apply mental power and turn it into a sharp ‘blade.”

Three hours passed and Payne explained a lot of techniques on mental power application.

This benefited Roland greatly.

The application of mental power had always been one of Roland’s shortcomings. And Payne’s talk was all substantive, with very basic, yet quite useful and solid content.

When Payne finished his explanation, Roland didn’t hesitate to coalesce a sharp mental scalpel in his hand.

“Impressive, boy.” Payne looked at Roland with considerable surprise. “With that talent, you could probably be compared to Mystra.

“Okay, now go help me split the soul of that thing,” Payne pointed behind him.

Roland walked over with his mental scalpel.

Within a few moments, the soul of the walking winged devil was dismembered into dozens of pieces.

Payne looked a little sad. “Old friend who I used to quarrel with and curse at every day, goodbye forever.”

With a soul shattered like this, it would be hard to put it back together, even for the Nether God.

“Mental power attack is a powerful tool against souls. I hope you can use it carefully when you go out. Don’t needlessly use this method to destroy souls. It earns the disgust of the Nether God,” Payne reminded Roland, then he laughed. “The next thing is to teach you how to form a magic body. Not that I’m braggingif I wasn’t worse at spatial magic, with this technique alone, I could surpass Mystra by a notch, but unfortunately my talent in spatial magic is just awful.”

“It’s that powerful?” Roland became more and more interested.

Someone who could become a Demigod from the same era as Mystra, the Goddess of Magic, probably had techniques and theories that were quite practical if not extremely effective. “That said, this method is a bit troublesome,” Payne said. “It requires a lot of magic materials, even using herbs from the Elf Forest, and then making it into pills, taking them one by one to gradually expand one’s body’s magical capacity and increase the speed of magic power regeneration.”

“Well, please go ahead, old man, I’ll write it down,” Roland said as he opened his system notepad. Payne sighed wistfully. “If I hadn’t been the only one who could be king back then, I really would have been a pure Mage.”

After lamenting, Payne explained the method.

Roland jotted down three full pages in the system notepad.

When Roland finished writing it down, Payne said, “You are very talented. With this method of increasing the upper limit of magic power, and if you have some special luck and get some useful magic guides and other things, given a hundred years to progress, you could probably pull down the Goddess of Magic.”

“There’s no need for that.”