Chapter 252

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Chapter 252: Soul Link

In the evening, riding a horse on the road in Elwynn Forest, Jesse felt nervous every time they passed a patrol, especially those accompanied by mages.

One mage stared at Jesse for a long time as he approached, but Jesse realized he was looking at the ring on his hand, not sensing anything strange, which relieved him.

Hopefully, Molofeel can predict in advance if she’s in danger of being discovered, then escape in time. After all, Jesse has no idea where Molofeel is right now.

Molofeel’s Charm Spell made the horse behave like a little dog, obedient and without any temper or personality. Even Jesse, who had always had a difficult relationship with horses in Lordaeron, felt uncomfortable.

He thought to himself, when he first summoned the succubus, he might have looked like this to others.

After a long journey, the spotted horse and Jesse were both tired and decided to rest for a while when they arrived at night.

Walking into the forest with the horse, they went a long way until they reached a low-lying area far from any roads.

If you bring a demon with you on a trip, don’t expect to rest by the roadside.

Although Elwynn Forest was not as cold as the North, the winter forest was still very quiet. Jesse softly called Molofeel’s name and felt that his voice was too loud.

"Here, master."

The succubus was sitting on a protruding tree root at a high place, and when Jesse couldn’t see her face clearly, he was finally able to objectively examine her figure through the outline of her body.

Jesse didn’t know many beautiful words in common language, and his Chinese vocabulary was also limited. He could only describe something as "good to the point of exploding."

"There’s no one here." Looking up, he asked, "Can we try using Soul Link here?"

"Of course," the succubus replied as she leaped down and walked towards him.

"Saenor, do you know what Soul Link is?" Jesse asked the imp again.

The imp replied, "Of course, Soul Link is the closest connection between a demon and its servant…"

Molofeel approached and said, "We also need a magic circle, master, I think I can draw it."

"I can’t!" the imp immediately said, "Don’t ask me!"

"Are you really saying you can’t do it?!" the succubus glared at it. The imp sighed and said, "Oh well, why is it always me doing the dirty and tiring work."

"Because I am lazy," Molofeel said.

After speaking, she grabbed the imp and threw it onto a relatively flat ground. The imp reluctantly kicked the leaves on the ground, looked around, and then said, "Well, I can’t offer blood. Look at my small body, even if you squeeze me dry, I won’t be enough for a bowl of blood. And using my blood won’t work anyway, especially if it’s to make him suffer!"

Molofeel glanced at Jesse and said to the imp, "No need to rush, come here now."

She took a short sword and walked over to the imp, gently making a long cut on its arm. The imp guided the purple demon blood that flowed out to draw a sigil on the ground. As the sigil became more complete, a light purple glow became more prominent.

Jesse looked at the sigil, with interlocking Mageweave and demonic characters, feeling that the complexity was something he could never draw in his lifetime.

The imp skillfully drew a small circle surrounded by runes on one side of the spell array, and said as he stood up, "Alright, now it’s your turn, Sayaad."

The succubus walked to the small circle and said, "Come, master, stand on the big rune over there!"

Jesse walked to the spot she pointed at, immediately feeling uncomfortable all over, as if being pulled by something.

He felt the void hovering around him, vaguely sensing something observing him, but when he looked at the succubus in front of him, her burning eyes with Arcane light gradually turning purple, the observing presence seemed to shrink and focus on her alone.

Jesse subconsciously felt that the one looking at him might be the soul of the succubus, as if the spell array had separated the demon’s flesh from its spirit in a way.

"Hurry, hold my hand, master, you are really slow. The previous Eredar directly grabbed my hand and used mental power to enslave my soul with a spell. Here you are, just standing around doing nothing, making me feel a bit uncomfortable."

"You don’t need to mention your previous masters anymore, Molofeel." Jesse said, grabbing the succubus’s hand.

"Ah…" a hint of jealousy. Molofeel smiled.

As soon as she finished speaking, she closed her eyes and began chanting a Demonic spell.

Strange lights began to shine from the magic circle, Jesse felt like someone was staring into her eyes, the wind picked up, blowing leaves all around.

In the distance, the colorful horse neighed nervously, Molofeel’s Charm Spell seemed to have worn off.

Jesse couldn’t help but turn her head towards the sound, imp quickly reminded her, "Now is the time to focus, master, I will keep an eye on the surroundings for you."

Imp’s seriousness made Jesse realize the importance of this reminder immediately, so she ignored everything else, concentrating on Molofeel’s mind and body.

Jesse felt the void spirit getting closer, for some reason he felt like the other side was reaching out as well.

Jesse wanted to reach out, but his hand was held by the succubus, and his body seemed to be unable to move, but he still tried hard to touch the void spirit, to his surprise, his hand reached out…but it wasn’t his hand now.

It was like making a move from a nonexistent world.

He felt the void spirit getting closer, eventually embracing him, unexpectedly the succubus’ skin was icy cold, but the soul was scorching hot like an evil flame, causing him intense pain inside.

Suddenly, the succubus opened her eyes. The flames in her eyes turned from purple to dark blue in an instant, and the whole magical circle disappeared as if swept away by a strong wind, leaving no trace behind.

Jesse was suddenly freed from torment in another world, took a few breaths, and asked, "Did I fail? What did I do wrong?"

The succubus didn’t speak. She approached and held Jesse’s shoulder, then traced a blood mark on his skin with a black sword. Jesse felt a sting, but the wound quickly healed after the sword cut through his flesh and blood.

Compared to a real sword cut, this pain felt dull, as if not enough anesthetic was applied.

At that moment, Molofeel licked her lips with a long purple tongue. Jesse noticed some fresh red blood at the corner of her mouth.

"Would you like to taste whose blood this is, master?"