"Don't be in a hurry, cut open its head, the low-ranking ghoul's skull already has a soul seal, it's a magical material."

  Homa projected an arrow and pointed to the exact location.

  "Ghoul is absolutely the labor model of the year, body, soul and seal, all contributed." Tong Dun sighed with emotion, it's time to take action, but still won't show mercy.

  The soul seal is a bony block, shaped like a mahjong tile, stained with brain pulp and fresh blood, full of stench.

  Downton eyed it for a few moments before putting it into a money bag.

  "Go on!"

  Homa urged Tongdon to start work.

  Seris floated out onto the streets, and once Moji had selected a target, she employed her old trick again, luring the Wraiths back to the alley behind the general store.

  As the number of times increased, the Death Witch gradually became less tense, and the success rate also improved a lot, and the magic casting became more and more skilled.

  "Number two, up!"

  Looking at the ferocious low-ranking Ghoul, Tang Dong let No. 2 Meat Shield take action, to distract and disrupt it, while he himself hovered beside it with his shield, as long as it was slightly careless, it would be a killing blow.

  After sixteen low-ranking ghouls were laid out on the ground, both Seres and Danton had exhausted their magical energy, and the hunt could not continue.

  "Go and choose a safe place for yourself to meditate and let your tired body recover."

  "Huh? Isn't this supposed to be the story of Hamlet?" Seres looked at the projected text by Holma, pouting her mouth in discontent.

  "Wait until he finishes paying his soul debt, and I'll tell you a story for a whole month!"

  Homa comforted Seres, but Tondon was now most lacking in time. He had to grow up quickly to the point where he could face Robinson's three men and escape calmly. Moreover, there were many undead creatures in the underground city that could easily kill him.

  "Sorry, by the way, I also have a play script at the bottom of the box, called Romeo and Juliet, I'll tell you about it sometime!"

  "It's settled then!" Seres' eyes were filled with anticipation.

  With the guidance of the Death Nymph, Tang Don easily found a relatively safe bedroom. He sat cross-legged on the bed, holding the Magic Bible, closed his eyes and began to meditate like Archangel Michael.

  The soul seed releases its soul power, which overflows from the body and gradually condenses into a white soul power sphere the size of a cherry.

  The soul force team stretched and expanded, the appearance of a female angel slowly took shape, and then began to absorb magical energy. They formed pieces of white feathers that appeared on the back of the soul angel.

  When his wings were full, the white feathers would shoot towards Tandon's body like a crossbow arrow and merge.

  Seris sat on the threshold, her hands propping up her chin, idly gazing left and right, when suddenly she saw this incredible scene, and was immediately stunned.

  "What a lovely little angel!" Seres thought of catching the angel, but was afraid of hurting Downton and restrained herself.

  One, two...

  As time passed, the number of soul angels around Tondon increased more and more until it reached twelve, at which point they stopped. They absorbed magical energy, condensed into feathers, and then shot them into Tondon's body.

  "After becoming a Magician, using the Saint Angel Meditation Method for the first time can condense twelve Soul Angels, and the talent is indeed not bad."

  Homa was quite satisfied. If it were an ordinary magus, it would be at most one unit's worth of quality. Even Robinson, who was relatively excellent, wouldn't exceed three units.

  The Whirlpool Meditation Method is extremely good, and if it were to be auctioned off, it would definitely sell for a sky-high price of 10 million. This also shows how much Irene's mentor values her future, which is why she invested so heavily in it.

  If the mentor knew that Yilian had taught Tongtong the meditation method, he would definitely be furious and vomit blood, after all, this was a secret that should not be passed on.

  Of course, if the mentor knew that Tang Don had abandoned the Whirlpool Meditation Method, he would probably be so depressed that he would have a cerebral vascular rupture.

  No choice, the Whirlpool Meditation Method is excellent, but compared to the Holy Angel's Meditation Method, it's simply like rotten mud.

  In a unit of time, an Angel of the Soul absorbs magical energy far exceeding that of one hundred Vortices, and is more compatible with Danton as a Holy Knight, resulting in faster fusion.

  This is just the efficiency of the first stage of the soul. As Tang Dun's ranking continues to rise, this gap will become larger and larger.

  Of course, the fivefold concentration of magical energy in the dungeon compared to Drankfort also played an important role, allowing Tangdon to extract it without any scruples.

  "It's cheaper for Robinson and his two companions."

  It would be great if the dungeon was occupied by Tang Dun alone. "No, we must urge Tang Dun to seize every moment to cultivate and get rid of those three guys as soon as possible. Oh, and there's also a Death Nymph, this born magician, it's really a pity to let her go."

  Maud saw Downton enter a state and floated towards the Death Witch.

  "Why don't these angels have faces on their heads?" Seres didn't need to write, using her soul to communicate, she could converse with Horma directly.

  "It'll come later!" Holma didn't want to waste time on these trivial matters. "I'm going to teach you the art of meditation!"

  "Is this what produces angels? I want to learn, I want to learn!" Curious Seres nodded hastily.

  "You're a ghost, learn this, tired of living?" Holma threw out the text in annoyance, why did she always run into people who had no common sense.

  Seris's two fingers were twisted together, her face a picture of impending tears.

  "Alright, I'll teach you the Queen of Oblivion's meditation technique. Although angels won't appear, other things will."

  "What is it?" Seres asked.

  "You'll learn soon enough," Holma reminded him. "But are you willing to learn, considering you're going to be Lord Downton's private magical advisor from now on?"

  "Will he stay with me if I become an advisor?" Seres saw Holma nodding and became happy, "I want to learn!"

  In this desolate and decaying underground city, Seres has tasted too much loneliness and is really afraid to continue the silence. She wants someone to accompany her.

  "I hope you remember the promise you made today!"

  The Demon's Tome projected bright red text, burning like a magical flame.

  Lady Mary has a natural elegance and pride that would never allow her to tell lies, otherwise she could easily come up with over a hundred contracts, deceiving the innocent Sere into signing them and making her a servant of Downton.

  Downton was unaware of what was happening in the room; he had become fully absorbed in his meditation.

  As the Soul Angel's wings continued to condense magical energy and inject it into his body, Tang Dong's soul seed gradually grew larger under the baptism.

  Three hours later, Tandon woke up from his meditation, letting out a long breath, and scattered magical energy sparks sprayed out with his breathing, twinkling like stars in the dimly lit room.

  The soul seed, which was previously the size of a sesame seed, has now grown to twice its size.

  "Only five souls can be freed at a time, it's too little!" Tang Dun clenched his fist again, still not satisfied. He didn't know that this efficiency was enough to make anyone who saw it burst their eyes.

  "Alright, let's continue hunting the ghouls!" Homeru urged as soon as Tandon woke up while she was teaching Seres magic.

  "Are you a ruthless foreman?" Danton stretched lazily, teasing Mo Dian, but his hands moved quickly, picking up his weapon and rushing to the grocery store.

  ……

  In the dimly lit backyard littered with corpses, a fierce battle was still raging on.

  A low-ranking black blood spider was trapped in the corner of the wall, constantly letting out a shrill cry, wanting to rush out. Its mouthparts were cut by sharp blades, and its flesh was blurred with blood. The deep red blood splattered everywhere.

  No. 2 and No. 3 were wearing full sets of heavy armor, like iron cans, stuck in place, not giving an inch, their claws constantly scratching the black blood spider, leaving scars.

  Dundon held a shield in his left hand and a knight's lance as thick as a bowl in his right, making frantic thrusts through the gaps between the two ghouls.

  The spearhead was stained red, and the black blood spider's body was full of fist-sized bullet holes, gushing out fresh blood like a fountain.

  Seris floated thirty yards away, five meters above the ground, overlooking and chanting spells, one after another phosphorus arrows shot towards the giant spider, suppressing firepower.

  Occasionally, a stray spell would hit the wall, leaving small dents and sending shards flying everywhere, clattering against the ghoul's armor.

  Unable to withstand this suffering and torture, the Black Blood Spider suddenly sprayed out a cluster of green toxic liquid after accumulating some strength.

  Two Corpse Eaters proved to be the most fearless meat shields, ignoring the toxic liquid and continuing to block Tang Dong's path.

  Zila, the toxic liquid corroded the armor, emitting white smoke.

  A black blood spider the size of a rhinoceros charged at No. 2 with its eight legs, trying to force out a way to survive.

  Bang! No. 2 rolled out!

  The black blood spider had just charged less than a meter when Tong Dun took two big strides forward, blocking its path. His left hand's shield was slapped out fiercely.

  Bang, the momentum of the black blood spider was stifled, and with just this brief delay, No. 2 had already climbed up and successfully filled in the gap.

  Tangdon retreated and continued to stab the remaining two compound eyes of the Black Blood Spider with his Knight Spear.

  "Keep going, it's almost dead!" Holma projected a dazzling array of words, cheering everyone on.

  For ten days, Tang Don didn't stop hunting and killing the Corpse Eaters, collecting souls, practicing martial arts, when his body was tired, he would meditate, not sleeping until his eyes couldn't stay open, not wasting a single moment.

  This crazy hard work and a lot of sweat finally paid off with a rich reward.

  Tang Dun's combat standards soared, coupled with the right tactics, completely crushing the undead monsters that were only at the Soul Stage, and even those at the second stage could no longer satisfy his appetite.

  Homa thought that Tang Don was too arrogant, so she chose a black blood spider with strength at the peak of Soul Stage 3 to let him taste the flavor of failure. However, she didn't expect him to use this kind of meat shield tactic and forcibly consume the monster.

  The intense battle had lasted for six minutes, and Tang Dong's magic was completely depleted, leaving him with only his dragon spear to engage in close combat. The armor of the two ghouls was also severely damaged by the corrosive poison, with large areas of rust and decay. They were now relying solely on their physical strength to withstand the attacks, a feat that would be impossible for any human, who would have likely fled in despair by now.

  The black blood spider is not much better, venom spray is bright, it takes a long time to come out with one shot, but even if it hits, the corpse doesn't care, as for spitting webs, because it's squeezed into a corner, the angle is not right, and it can't play its effect at all.

  Pffft, the knight's lance pierced the spider's eye, and with a twist of Danton's wrist, the spearhead screwed its way in.

  The black blood spider finally bled out its fresh blood. After a scream, it was exhausted and its eight legs went limp, collapsing to the ground.

  ..........

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