Falling to the ground, Oreses squatted down and touched Mephistros' forehead with her fingers. After a moment, she shook her head at her sister:

"Its soul seemed to have been cut open with scissors, sewn back together, and then repeated a dozen times. It was obvious that someone was deliberately torturing it in this way. This poor guy had already gone crazy."

"It's so miserable."

Queen Saloras shook her head and said to the evil lord guarding behind her:

"Send this guy back to Marton, and ask our people to transfer it to the Fel Rift. It has served the Deceiver for so long, and it should have a decent ending. In addition, I told Agatha, if it ends up

If it can't recover, throw it into the soul crucible, and it's time for that thing to have its soul core replaced."

The expressionless Fel Lord accepted the order, stepped forward and easily carried the unconscious Mephistros on his shoulders, then turned and left without saying a word. After doing all this, Queen Saloras stood in front of her.

The sister next to me said:

"Mephistroth has been hiding in the Abyss of Hades. The injury to its soul is definitely related to Hela. It seems that the Queen of Hades is not an easy character to deal with. She lacks the awe of the power of the legion.

The agreement may be just a joke. The crazy words of madmen cannot be believed at all. Now it seems that we have to replace the Nasrezim to take over the recovery of the Shield of Aggramar again."

"No, sister."

Oreses looked at the Dread Lord being carried on the shoulders of the evil lord. A trace of doubt flashed through her eyes that were burning like flames:

"What if I mean, what if what the crazy Mephistros said is true? What if those nathrezim really became abnormal for some reason we don't know?"
Chapter completed!