"The Queen is very interested in your request for allegiance. She is willing to give you a chance to prove your commitment to Hades."

As he spoke, Habulon took off the soul-inducing lamp from his waist.

Handed it to Blake.

He said:

"You have ten days in this world to prove your ability, fifty brave and living warrior souls! As long as you can fulfill your promise, your generous Majesty will give you everything you want."

"Of course, I will prove it."

Blake held the light soul-inducing lamp. The moment he took it, a coldness originating from Hades poured into Blake's body, making him shiver greatly.

In just a moment, his body surface was covered with frost, and the little fish-man behind him was also affected, causing Benbolba to sneeze twice.

"Do your best to serve the Queen. That is the highest honor you can receive in this life."

Habron glanced at Black for the last time, turned around and was about to walk into the fog, but was stopped by Black.

"Wait, soul attractor."

"Um?"

The Hell Soul Attractor looked back at Blake, and a muddy voice came from under the hood and said:

"Countless souls are waiting for my guidance in the eternal tide. My time is precious. What else can you do?"

"curse."

Blake pointed to his thin body, rolled his eyes, and said calmly:

"If this curse is not removed, it will be difficult for me, who is always weak, to hunt souls for the great queen with all my strength. I would like to ask you to help me remove this curse.

I think this shouldn't be difficult for a powerful soul leader.

For this reason, I am willing to give you this insignificant cursed evil weapon as a gift of goodwill."

As he spoke, he quickly took out the suitcase containing the contaminated Eye of Paris from the magic suitcase, and opened the magic suitcase with the key.

He handed the dark magic ball to Habulon with both hands.

The moment his hands came into contact with the Eye of Paris, dark magic flowed into his body again, and the sound of glass breaking also sounded in Blake's mind.

He glanced at the character card.

Alas.

The warrior class that had dropped to level 1 officially returned to zero and disappeared like ink. As Blake watched with regret, one of his three ordinary classes was left vacant.

It means that he has lost the possibility of becoming an excellent warrior.

"Well, it's a small evil thing that can bind souls and impose curses. I also heard an annoying whisper of the void from it."

Habulon stretched out his pale hand and touched the surface of the purple-black magic ball.

He said in a bad tone:

"It's another group of lowly warlocks, playing tricks they don't understand, but they don't seem to know that crazy believers of the void have been mixed in among them.

The scum in the abyss is really pervasive.

Of course, I can help you get rid of this curse.

It's not difficult."

The soul attractor held the contaminated Eye of Paris in his hand. He seemed to be very interested in this thing. After a few seconds, he said to Blake:

"You seem to have entered the path of shadow, but your power is not pure. You are so impure that you cannot contribute to the Queen's great cause.

Come forward, spirit hunter!
Chapter completed!