"Oh? Do you still have memory?" Zhang Cheng expressed surprise.


    As kinwala''s soul and hundreds of ghosts were swallowed up as nourishment, the soul arrest messenger finally gave birth to a clear consciousness. Just now, he kept echoing in his mind, and the vague whispers, as well as the strong impulse to kill and destroy disappeared. Once again, he stopped at the edge of out of control and began to restore his calm and reason.


    However, as a mage, he can clearly perceive that the disappearance of these disturbances does not mean that the power of the sword has weakened.


    On the contrary, the power of the sword not only did not weaken, but also greatly strengthened.


    If the previous impact on the spirit is compared to indiscriminate fatigue bombing, now is a strategic and targeted precision attack, which is many times more terrible than the former.


    Although so far, the consciousness of the magic sword has not launched such an attack, let alone tried to control or change his character and thinking, the threat always exists.


    The soul detaining messenger obviously didn''t know that his holder was secretly vigilant and explained to himself: "No, it''s not a memory. It can only be regarded as a part of incomplete pictures at most. I''m a sword of death that needs to devour my soul to keep awake. At the same time, I''m also a sword of killing. Whenever I can''t get enough supplement for a long time, my consciousness will fall into a deep sleep and the things I''ve experienced will be slowly forgotten."


    Zhang chengruo nodded thoughtfully: "then can you tell me what you remember now? For example, the fate of your previous holders?"


    "Ah, they, they can''t satisfy my increasingly strong desire for the soul. Finally, they are tired of killing and are eaten by me." the magic sword gives a creepy answer in a very ordinary tone.


    "Ha ha! Then please give me a reason not to throw you away. Since you are so dangerous, why don''t I leave you in an insignificant corner as soon as possible?" Zhang Cheng asked with a laugh.


    He really did not understand why the real owner of parchment gave himself such a dangerous weapon?


    A test? Or for some other purpose?


    "No, you won''t abandon me, because you need my strength. Maybe you chose a different path from my previous masters and embarked on the path of a caster, but magic is not as omnipotent as you think. There are many places where you can''t use it, and you will need me." the magic sword gave a straightforward reason for your existence.


    It has to be said that this reason is very strong and sufficient, especially for Zhang Cheng, who has just been poisoned and can''t shape spells now.


    Because he knows that no matter how careful he is, he can never guarantee that a similar situation will not happen again, so it is very important to have a card in his hand that can turn the situation around at any time.


    Although the "soul arrest messenger" has a variety of shortcomings, even extremely dangerous, it can play an irreplaceable role at the critical moment. At least there is no good substitute at this stage.


    After realizing this, Zhang Cheng couldn''t help showing a helpless expression: "Well, I have to admit that what you said is reasonable. What''s more, I am a person who pursues power, and the more powerful power is, the more dangerous it is. I can''t shrink back when I encounter danger. Now tell me the stories of your previous masters. I''d like to know where they came from and why they were selected inexplicably."


    "Hey, hey! You are very smart. You are smarter than all my previous masters. I believe you will go further than them.


    As for the stories of previous masters, I have forgotten most of them, but you still have some impression of your last one.


    She is a woman who looks ordinary and has a strange way of thinking. She likes to stand on the highest moral point before killing, and then judge with a superior attitude.


    I really don''t understand how, as an executioner who slaughtered thousands of lives, she maintained that feeling of good self, as if only her values in the world were justice and the rest were evil.


    Of course, I still like the time with her, especially when she launched one massacre after another in the name of justice, which made me extremely excited.


    But then somehow, she suddenly began to doubt and criticize herself, and finally developed to want to atone.


    I was tired of her self pity and self sigh, and her disgusting hypocrisy. I drove her crazy with constant questioning day and night, and swallowed her soul after she committed suicide. "


    Mentioning the previous holder, the tone of the magic sword suddenly became full of irony, as if in its eyes, it was natural to kill the owner who did not accord with his mind, just like eating hungry and drinking thirsty.


    "Does she also have a strange parchment?" Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes and said tentatively.


    Obviously, the focus of his concern is not the other party''s gender or behavior, but whether the other party is selected by the owner behind the parchment like himself.


    The magic sword was silent for a moment and quickly responded: "yes! She also has a strange parchment. To be exact, each of my masters has a parchment. Whenever they complete the tasks given above, they will receive corresponding rewards or rewards."


    "Interesting, I''m not the first, probably not the last..." Zhang Cheng pursed his mouth and muttered.


    According to the information disclosed by the soul detaining Messenger, the owner behind the parchment is obviously planning something secretly and constantly picking mice. As for the purpose, it is still unknown.


    "Dear master, what are you going to do next? If not, how about listening to my suggestions?" I found that Zhang Cheng stood in place for a long time without response, and the magic sword began to try to take the initiative.


    "Suggestions? Will you make suggestions?" Zhang Cheng sneered at the skeleton shaped decoration on the hilt.


    He is not an idiot. Naturally, he knows what this Lord devouring magic sword wants to do.


    "Of course! Don''t you think there are a lot of human beings in this city? Why don''t you let me kill half of them and turn them into dead spirits, so that the remaining half will obediently surrender to your feet due to fear. Then you can use them to form a powerful and cruel army, and with my strength, even if you conquer the whole world."


    The soul detaining messenger is worthy of being the special weapon of the dark guard. As soon as he opens his mouth, he is closely linked with evil, killing and tyranny.


    But Zhang Cheng was obviously not interested in this, and without thinking, he refuted: "conquer the world? Is your brain broken? I almost forgot that you have no brain at all. First tell me, what are the benefits of conquering the world for me? Money, power, women? Sorry, I''m not interested in these. My goal is only knowledge and power, understand?"


    After being scolded, the magic sword resolutely closed his mouth, because he found that the owner he met this time was very different from those before. It was better to speak less before confirming each other''s preferences and weaknesses.