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Chapter 92 The Shepherd of Souls: Yorick (3000 words)

Chapter 92 The Shepherd of Souls: Yorick (3000 words)

"I can understand that you went off because of nervousness, but this is just a last chance."

"There will be another time, waiting for the fate of you and the soldiers behind you,"

"That's death—"

When the syllable of "death" burst out of Harry's mouth, Nelson felt as if he was being stared at by a terrible monster. In a trance, he saw a huge ax with strange green lights swinging past him, killing him Even all the soldiers behind him were chopped off in half.

"Hu-hu-hu"

Nelson, who came back to his senses, thought of the bloody scene he saw just now, panting heavily, and dense sweat oozing from his back.

"you"

"Who are you?"

Nelson felt a turmoil in his heart. The ax he saw in the phantom was exactly the same as the one in Harry's hand, only the size was wrong.

"team leader!"

"Talk to him, take him down!"

The soldiers behind were a little disturbed, and they also saw the nervous scene shown by Nelson.

"shut up!"

Nelson turned to look at these people and let out a big yell. He chose to trust his sixth sense.

The person in front of him is definitely a very dangerous existence. He has to think about the lives of more than 100 soldiers behind him.

"That's right." Harry smiled, green light flickered in his eyes, and he continued:

"Soldiers are rare talents."

"I can give you the rights, power, and money you want."

"As long as you lead your team to obey me and dedicate your souls, these are all yours."

Harry's words were as magical as the devil, luring Nelson, but Nelson shuddered at the "dedication of his soul" in it.

"A deal with the devil?"

"But, I refuse."

"Sell my soul, I can't do it."

Nelson said these words aloud, and Harry laughed out loud.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little weird, and an order broke the deadlock.

"Everyone listen to the order, spread out, and prepare to attack!"

The speaker was none other than Nelson. Compared with asking all the soldiers to offer their souls, it is better to fight. Even if they die in battle, at least they have their own dignity.

"Unfortunately, I thought I would have one more capable man."

Harry shook his head, and his whole body began to disintegrate inch by inch, turning into a black mist.

Then the black mist wriggled and began to reorganize, gradually transforming into an extremely huge figure.

It was dressed in dark and hard armor, holding a long green giant ax tightly in its hand, and at the same time it was surrounded by a frightening breath of death, and its face was Harry's face outlined by the black mist.

"Shet, what is this!"

"Shoot, shoot!"

Seeing this strange scene, the scattered soldiers were all shocked. They raised their weapons and began to fire.

But when the bullet hit the black armor, not even a single spark appeared, but the bullet that hit the body exposed outside the armor just passed through it.

"Then it will all be my nourishment."

Harry held the Night Reaper in his hand and let out a rumbling roar. After his body was blessed with the power of Lhasa, the former owner of the Night Reaper, as long as he harvested life, he could increase his strength.

boom!

The huge ax slammed into the ground, smashing the soldiers in front of him into a pulp, and then swung it horizontally, flying dead wood and flesh.

Howls and cries of pain.

This scene made Nelson's eyes bulge and bloodshot, and anger rose in his heart.

"You devil!"

"Go to hell!"

chug chug chug!

Nelson picked up the rifle and shot Harry in the head continuously. A round of bullets was quickly exhausted, and the next magazine was replaced.

"You had a chance to live, but you turned it down."

"So, for your lord's command, become a part of the Shadow Isles!"

Harry raised his huge right foot and kicked Nelson flying, smashing through several dead trees before being stopped, and his life and death are unknown.

Su Yi had already told Harry that it would be best if he could take the people who landed on the island under his command.

But if you can't, you have to stay on the island.

So after Harry was rejected, he didn't waste too much time, and just solved it all.

In the end, Harry waved a fan-shaped green light from the huge Night Reaper in his dancing hand. The green light passed through the dead wood and grass, and hit all the remaining soldiers with a "snap" sound.

Then the body of the soldier who was hit exploded immediately, turning into a cloud of black mist and blending into the Shadow Island.

Harry's gigantic body was trembling with the hand holding the Night Reaper.

"This is power—"

Because of the influence of the predecessor of the Night Harvester and the Divider Lhasa, Harry didn't feel the slightest sense of guilt, but was full of pleasure in power.

Then, the tall figure gradually turned into a swirl of black mist and compressed, forming Harry's original appearance again.

The Night Harvester in his hand also turned into mist and penetrated into Harry's palm.

"Then let's see if there are any other poor people who have landed on the island."

A smile appeared on Harry's face, and his body instantly turned into black mist and drifted away.

Long after Harry left, groans could be heard from the ruined and messy place.

"Help, help—"

Nelson's wailing sounded, it turned out that he had saved his life in the chaos.

At this moment, a hunched figure slowly came from a distance, sighing.

"Hey--"

Yorick couldn't tell how long the survivor had been lying there, broken in many places, blood seeping into the rot beneath him.

His wailing was very loud, which was particularly noticeable in this silent environment

Moreover, around him is a vortex of dead souls. Dying life attracts these dead souls like a lighthouse in the dark, and fresh souls are the food they are always longing for.

Nelson's dazed consciousness also saw the dead soul, his eyes were full of panic and the desire to survive.

He should indeed be terrified.

Yorick had seen the mist take the dying, and he, he was warm and alive, a rarity on the Shadow Isles.

Yorick could feel the mist shaking behind him, wanting to greet the dying man with a cold embrace.

But the sight in front of him stirred something Yorick had long forgotten, a vague feeling that kept Yorick from giving up on this life.

Yorick picked him up and walked out of the area.

After walking out of this mess, I came to a dilapidated temple.

Yorick led Nelson through several more corridors, and finally came to a room that was no longer recognizable.

He placed Nelson on a large stone platform and examined his injuries.

Most of his bones were broken and lodged in body organs.

"Why waste time?"

asked a group of deep voices, and the mist behind Yorick spoke in unison.

Yorick didn't speak. He left the stone platform and came to a heavy door at the back of the temple.

The door was pushed open with difficulty, his hands just leaving paw prints in the thick dust.

He pressed his shoulder against the main door panel and leaned against it with all his strength.

"No matter how hard you try, it will be futile." Misty said jokingly.

"Leave it to us!"

Yorick ignored them, was speechless for a long time, and finally pushed the door open.

Heavy logs rub against the stone bricks of the monastery, and the back rooms are filled with scrolls, herbs and jars.

Yorick stared intently at the remnants of his life, trying to remember how to use them.

He picked up a few familiar-looking items—bandages, yellow and brittle.

The ointment has also dried and solidified.

Yorick then returns to Nelson's side on the stone platform.

"Leave him alone," said Misty. "He came to the Shadow Isle and it was already doomed."

"Quiet!" Yorick snapped.

Nelson on the stone platform was breathing hard now.

Knowing that time was running out, Yorick tried to bandage his wound, but the rotting bandage crumbled as soon as it was tied.

Nelson's breathing became shorter and shorter, and he convulsed suddenly.

He grabs Yorick's hand in desperate agony, trying to survive.

Yorick knew there was only one thing that could save his life.

He twisted open the crystal vial in front of his neck, contemplating the eaux-de-vie it contained, but there was very little left.

Yorick wasn't sure if that was enough to save the man, and even if it was enough...

The soul in the mist mocks him, the ruthless reality mocks him.

This man was already doomed, and if Yorick had used the Water of Life, he himself would be doomed.

So finally, he tightened the vial and hung it around his neck.

Yorick stepped back from the dais, watching the man's chest rise and fall one last time.

Black mist filled the room, and the evil spirit stretched out its black claws eagerly.

Trembling with eagerness, the mist plucked the souls of the dead from their bodies.It let out a feeble howl, and was instantly swallowed by its new owner, leaving only a stiff corpse.

"Hey--"

After a sigh, Yorick made a gesture, and a wisp of mist poured into the corpse.

After a while, it sat up from the stone platform, almost without any self-awareness.

But it can see, hear, and walk.

"Corps will come in handy, too," Yorick said.

The corpse staggered out of the gate of the temple, and the sound of slow footsteps echoed in the empty hall of the temple.

It walked into the cemetery next to the temple, found an empty pit, and lay down in it.

"Hey--"

After another sigh, Yorick sat down on the ground.

And that cemetery was densely packed with countless corpses.

"Yorick, do what you're supposed to do, just be a corpse keeper."

Su Yi's voice suddenly appeared in Yorick's ear.

"I understand, Master Summoner."

(End of this chapter)