Chapter 738 - 725: Soul Duel
Chapter 738: Chapter 725: Soul Duel
In the underground chamber of Muling Castle, the runes suppressing the alien spiritual power are in full operation.
Realizing that his soul anomaly had been discovered and that the Demon King seemed to bear no ill intentions, Sigmund decisively sold out his roommate’s situation after quickly weighing the pros and cons.
"Soul stitching, shared body... can a strange dream achieve such an effect?"
According to the Demon King, a strange dream, being an abyssal ceremony, can indeed connect two spirits, but it’s limited to mutual attacks.
As for soul fusion, forget strange dreams, it’s entirely unheard of.
Even in theory, it’s infeasible.
Souls can’t be stitched together like flesh with a needle and thread; different souls are clearly distinct. Even if, like Ah Huang, they devour a large number of souls crowded together, the so-called fusion phenomenon doesn’t occur.
"A special case? Interesting."
Everything can be traced, and so-called special cases are just truths yet to be understood.
Therefore, in the Demon King’s view, special cases represent unknown knowledge.
With the knowledge he currently possesses, any new tidbit could intertwine with his vast array of existing knowledge to produce countless results!
The Demon King took interest but didn’t forget to offer a slight nod to Sigmund: "Sigmund, I hope you won’t blame me for disrupting your initial plans."
"I wouldn’t dare, but the function of this room is just suppression, right?" Sigmund glanced at the bright runes around, somewhat helplessly.
Given his understanding of his roommate, once the suppression is lifted, the trouble might be significant.
He most fears that his roommate, who is still at an advantage yet with diminished strength, might explode with him, dragging him to mutual destruction.
The Demon King understood his meaning, extending a finger with a purple glow at the tip: "Rest assured, I’m also versed in various spiritual magic, as long as... you choose to trust me."
Sigmund’s eye twitched; trusting someone...
However, he had no choice at the moment.
After all, compared to the unpredictable Demon King, the roommate was certain to lose it.
Sigmund managed his instincts and lowered his defenses, allowing the Demon King to sketch a small-scale magic array on his forehead.
As soon as it was completed, Sigmund’s consciousness fell into darkness.
Meanwhile, the Demon King temporarily shut off the room’s runes, bringing in some essential items needed later.
Aside from various precious materials, there were three bound blood guards.
The Demon King intended to delve deeply into Sigmund’s "roommate," knowing the soul was larger; these blood guards would serve a purpose akin to sacrifices in abyssal ceremonies, acting as a spiritual shield.
These blood guards’ cognition had been permanently altered by Mortis, the last bit of value for these unlucky souls.
After ensuring all preparations were complete, the Demon King placed Sigmund onto the newly set-up ceremony, confirmed no security oversights, and initiated the ritual, channeling his spiritual power into Sigmund’s consciousness.
...
A rundown cottage and three half-grown children fishing for shrimp beside it.
Despite the vast difference in size, the Demon King immediately recognized Sigmund among them.
The youthful Sigmund’s eyes lacked the cautious composure seen when meeting the Demon King, and though there was some shadow in his gaze, he looked sincerely at the other two kids.
"Though having gained immortality and power, the most precious memories remain in the human past, a common illness of the blood race..." The Demon King sighed momentarily, choosing not to probe further into Sigmund’s memories, heading toward the grand distant metropolis.
Though before leaving, his gaze lingered on a pink-haired girl with a slave mark.
As Sigmund’s spiritual power materialized as the blood race metropolis, it was inherently eerie and oppressive.
Yet, as the Demon King traversed through, it felt oddly mismatched.
Mushrooms grew everywhere in this metropolis, glowing with fluorescence, bathing the city in patches of red and green.
Mushrooms.
Sigmund naturally shared some suspicions, suspecting the intruder in his mind might not be human or demon but rather a mushroom entity.
Given the imagery and numerous behaviors, it’s related to Puki.
At the metropolis’s center, the Demon King found the alien spiritual body—a gigantic blue mushroom cap Puki.
Puki lay paralyzed on the ground, unconscious, clearly subdued by the external magic array.
The Demon King approached, touching the colossal mushroom body, sensing its connection with Sigmund.
He was somewhat surprised to find this soul clearly doesn’t belong here, yet the connection point with Sigmund’s soul was unusually stable, unlike Sigmund’s description of forced integration through strange dreams.
Sigmund’s suspicion that the external soul was of the mushroom race seemed quite accurate to the Demon King.
At first glance, this soul even resembled the one he previously studied with instruments and controlled Ah Huang’s lump of soul, but upon closer analysis, it wasn’t the same entity.
The incredible thing was that this soul was so uniquely different!
It’s not just about its mass but rather something deeper, entirely distinct from ordinary souls.
The Demon King’s spirit invigorated.
Souls are the most vital elements of this world; any knowledge concerning them is priceless, let alone this soul full of mysteries!
He was eager to start his research!
Yet, as the Demon King grew excited, the giant Puki’s tentacles suddenly lashed out simultaneously!
The Demon King was struck squarely, blasted like a cannonball, crashing through three streets before coming to a halt.
At the same time, one of the three blood guards let out a brief scream, and then its head exploded.
The massive Puki bulged and sprang up, rolling in the direction where the Demon King was knocked away, relentless in its pursuit.
Meanwhile, the Demon King stood from the rubble, realizing the error made.
The external magic array meant to suppress alien spiritual power was merely reinforced for standard conditions but could only manage obscuration and not full suppression for the present "all’s well."
"Tsk!" The Demon King’s expression darkened slightly.
Not due to the ambush, but the inability to suppress means research was impossible.
The remaining two blood guards’ spiritual power scattered around him like flowing sand, sweeping toward the massive rolling Puki.
The spherical Puki lost a chunk, bouncing several times along the street before stopping.
"Having a massive soul capacity yet unable to truly wield it..."
The Demon King’s attacks continued relentlessly.
...
Sigmund awoke in a bedroom.
"Roommate? Roommate?"
No response, nor any spiritual anomaly.
"Lord Demon King he... did it! Finally... finally got rid of that guy!"
Sigmund clenched his fist, resolved to thank the Demon King and then embark on a plan to lose weight!
Elsewhere, the Demon King, browsing various soul tomes, wasn’t as pleased—the gigantic soul, upon realizing it couldn’t beat him, directly self-destructed!
No chance to use the magic array for its suppression again.