Only Bwonsamdi can accomplish this.

"Hey guys, aren't you done yet?"

The old troll stood up impatiently, his body floating in the valley of the Hill of Pain like a ghost. The golden troll sword guards who came with him did not answer. In fact, they had no way to answer. These swords

The guards are warrior souls carefully collected by Bwonsamdi. They are brave and strong, but they do not have much intelligence. Bwonsamdi does not like subordinates who have too much intelligence.

Under his urging, the busy troll sword guards sped up again, and after a few minutes, the selected soul fragments were all sent outside the valley.

"Very good! Very good! Now it's time for the second item."

The old troll chuckled, and took out a few pale seeds from the pocket on his back. He looked around, and then roughly kicked the sculpture of the Soul Spring in the Hill of Pain, causing the stone sculpture to collapse.

After that, old Bangsandi leaned on his war spear and looked at the clear, black soul spring water in the ruins of stone sculptures. He let out a strange laugh and threw the pale seeds in his hand into the black water.

in the spring water.

In the next few minutes, Bwonsamdi repeated this process of destruction until he threw the last seed in his hand into the spring. He clapped his hands proudly, snapped his fingers again, and connected with the people he was talking to.

Hela "negotiated" Tyrion, who whispered:

"Tustin Dog! My good friend, I have finished what you asked me to do!"
Chapter completed!