Chapter 195: Magic Ring Fragment
The ghost thrown into the well was struggling. The pain and struggle from the soul did not need any medium to be transmitted; the soul resonated naturally.

"Sir?" Reed frowned unconsciously as he looked at the scenes below.

As a living person, anyone who sees this scene will have an uncontrollable instinctive disgust.

The scene was not particularly horrifying, but the soul's instinct was resisting the very uncomfortable distortion and fusion.

Three more ghosts were forced to jump into the well, but this time the effect was not very good. The struggling and twisted ghosts did not jump out again. There were only bubbling and exploding sounds, and finally the well returned to complete calm.

The failure seemed to have angered something here. The whistling and howling wind sound appeared again, and some ghosts fled out of control.

Linde and the others finally understood why there was such an irritating wind every once in a while, and why ghosts appeared. It turned out that they were not actively attacking, but were fleeing.

Fortunately, they were not fleeing in this direction, otherwise, with the out-of-control ghosts' desire for human life, they would definitely pounce on the two of them.

"Sir, it's time for us to leave." Reed suppressed the nausea in his soul and avoided looking at the well.

The whimpering in the wind has stopped, but ghosts continue to be driven into the well.

"You know I won't back out," Lind said, "Have you forgotten why we came here in the first place?"

Reed felt his body aching from the long battle and raised his sword: "Sir, I think it is definitely not a good idea to rush in directly."

"You stay here," Linde smiled slightly, "and follow my orders as bait."

The lord's figure disappeared from Reed's sight.

In the eyes of the Secret Pattern Messenger, the function of secret pattern weapon making far exceeds that of the assassin, but it does not mean that Lind cannot learn to use this ability. As long as the methods and steps are given, he can learn all the abilities at a glance. He can even do better than the undead and Miram, and can achieve true "stealth", even suppressing the sound to the lowest level.

Lind was not very confident in sneaking among the group of ghosts who didn't care about sounds at all and only cared about the breath of living people, but he could also use the stealth logic of the undead, that is: if the stealth is successful, it would be the best, but if the stealth fails, then kill everyone who sees you.

The stealth effect was very good. Lind calmly bypassed the ghosts one by one. He wanted to find the master hiding in the tomb, the mastermind who tried to merge souls to create something terrible.

With another failed fusion, the whistling sound of the wind was heard again, and Lind instantly caught the direction of the wind.

This is a small tomb chamber with a golden coffin placed at an angle. Inside is a skinny figure with four arms. It has no lower body and seems to have merged with the golden coffin.

The four arms did not seem to be from the same person, and even the fingers grew in a messy manner.

A ghost monster that was forcibly pieced together.

Lind rushed forward with the Banshee Horn in hand and flames flashing. The cold and dark tomb was filled with high temperature the moment the attack was launched. The stuffy tomb turned from pitch black to bright with fire in an instant, as if the power had been accumulated to the peak, and then urgently found an outlet, squeezing out from the small door in the tomb that was so narrow that only one person could pass through, and spewing out waves of fire.

In the fire explosion, Lind went straight for the figure in the coffin. The opponent was not too strong, but the disgust from his soul made him very resistant to the opponent.

The hammer-like horn hit the four-handed ghost's head. The fire just now seemed to have played a role. When the ghost's head was knocked crooked, half of its head showed signs of slight melting, and the ghost's eyeballs fell out of the eye sockets.

The whistling sound in the wind was heard again.

Reed, who was hiding outside, saw the fire and heard the sound of the wind. He found that the ghosts seemed to be attracted by the sound, so he gritted his teeth and stood up: "Hey, look here! Dad is here!"

Reed, shouting and holding a sword high, seems to be imitating a historical hero, but looking at the way he grits his teeth and trembles, there is no trace of heroic spirit at all.

Especially when hundreds of ghosts looked at him at the same time, Reed felt a little cramped under the pale green light.

As a bait, Reed was successful. The ghosts completely went out of control after discovering the living people, including the ghosts of knights wearing armor and carrying swords.

It was the most primitive chase filled with frenzy.

Facing the first ghost that rushed in front of him, Reed reacted quickly, raised his sword and cut off its head. Then, without caring whether the ghost was dead or alive, he turned around and ran away.

But ghosts don't need legs to run, their chasing speed is much faster than Reed's running on his legs.

Reed was dragged and had to turn around and fight back again and again.

The sword split the first one in half, but immediately two more hugged his body, and the piercing coldness pierced his body, making it stiff. This feeling reminded him of Lance's ice bow that was always emitting cold air.

He rolled on the ground. There seemed to be some rules governing the architecture of the tomb. The ghosts could not pass through the walls, nor could they ignore the impact of the ground. This allowed Reed to barely escape, and he used his lifelong combat experience to kill two ghosts.

Three more came over...

The ghosts squeezed into the tomb passage together. Hundreds of ghosts were densely packed in the narrow passage, like a blue wave.

Lind pressed his knee on the four-handed ghost's chest and swung the horn in his hand continuously. The ghost in front of him was at most at the level of a high-level wizard and was unable to move.

A wizard who was trapped and unable to move.

He had never met anyone so easy to bully.

The head became broken under the continuous blows of the horn and finally exploded completely.

After losing his head, the ghost wizard's body was still able to move. His four arms waved wildly in the air, trying to tear Lind's body into pieces, but it could only bring a trace of trembling and coldness from the soul.

Since smashing the head is useless, just smash the entire ghost.

Linde also heard the noise outside. He quickened the speed of his hammer swing and was no longer in the mood for fun or study.

Lind's bottom line is not to treat his own people's lives as a joke. Finally, he successfully defeated the four-handed ghost wizard. When he walked out of the tomb, he saw Reed trapped in the ghost's defense. His face was livid and his armor was scratched and severely damaged.

Lind rushed forward quickly and squeezed in front of Reed to protect him.

"Go over there!" He pulled Reid up: "Can you still move?"

The deterrent power of the horn was not low, but when those armored ghost knights approached with swords raised, Lind still encountered some trouble.

The weapon was too short, and it was troublesome to deal with the opponent's large-scale slashing. In addition, there were ghosts that kept squeezing in, and Lind's attacks were blocked many times.

"No problem!" Reed forced himself. He took out another bottle of sword oil and applied it to the already mottled and deformed sword.

When an ordinary sword is being gnawed by "Clory's Fury", it is as if it is being reforged over and over again, and the sword becomes increasingly fragile.

Weapons are consumables to them.

The two fought side by side, with Lind leading the way and carving out a bloody path.

They struggled hard against the ghost monsters that surrounded them until they arrived in front of the well.

The well has an unspeakable deterrent effect on ghosts.

"They don't dare to come over! Hahaha!" Reed laughed while sitting by the well.

The encirclement suddenly decreased and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Only the sword-wielding ghost knights could ignore them and continue to move forward. Without harassment and the advantage in numbers, the ghost knights were really no threat to Lind.

One-on-one sword fighting is Lind's forte. He quickly lowers his body to close the distance. When facing a long-handled weapon with a short weapon, he has no choice but to attack with force.

The "hammer" hit the Ghost Knight's chest. The sudden collision knocked a hole in his armor, and the second hit successfully penetrated his body.

When Lind eliminated all the ghost riders, there were no ghosts left at the scene, and hundreds of other ghosts had fled away.

"This is it." Linde looked at the well beside him.

It was emitting a faint blue light, and there seemed to be something inside.

It was unwise to go in directly. Lind didn't want to merge with anything and become some kind of ghost monster, and he couldn't stand his body and soul becoming sticky.

"Sir?" Reed saw Lind's hesitation, "Is there something in there?"

"I know someone who can help get it out."

Lind lowered the Banshee Horn, which was tied with chains, onto the surface of the well, just enough to touch the surface.

Wow~!

The figure of the female ghost Selina appeared in the well.

She was a little confused at first, and then very surprised: "I can feel my soul boiling."

Boiling soul?

Lind had always believed that this well was something very vicious, forcibly fusing souls into something completely new, which was definitely not kind.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable?" he asked.

"No, of course not!" Selina rolled in the water: "It's very comfortable, I feel the favor of magic!"

Linde frowned, bent down to the well, stretched out his hand, and gently touched the water surface. The moment his fingertips touched the water, he felt a clear power surging into his body.

But unlike what Selina said, he did not feel his soul boiling, but felt that his flesh and blood were boiling, and the four emblems on his chest seemed to become a little excited, and their speed of operation increased a lot.

It's like the body is suddenly in a strange enhanced state.

Even the understanding of power seemed to improve for a moment.

This feeling is like - evolution!
Lind retracted his hand: "What's in it?"

"Wait!"

Selina dived deep into the well and came out after a while holding a crystal clear fragment.

Although it was only one-fifth the size of a little finger nail and as small as a grain of rice, it shone with such dazzling brilliance that Lin De and the others could not help but be attracted to it.

There is absolutely nothing more beautiful in the world.

"This is?"

"My memory seems to have recovered a little," Selina said, "This should be a fragment of the magic ring."

(End of this chapter)