Chapter 1132: Something Not Inferior to the Little Wraith

Once targeted by the Monarch, you'd be chased even if you ran nine blocks away, let alone the Wraith, which wasn't running at all. It was happily taking a detour, wanting to sneak into the Undead City and have a big meal. Just thinking about the hundreds of thousands of fresh, delicious, intelligent souls inside made it unable to contain its excitement.

Unexpectedly, just as it approached, it bumped head-on into the Monarch, was beaten to tears in a few bangs, and then subjected to a round of wild roaring. Of course, the Monarch's wild roaring was a form of soul deterrence. After roaring a few times, the Wraith said everything.

However, the Wraith's intelligence was incomplete. The more it was roared at, the more panicked it became, and nothing substantial could be asked. Fearing that he might break this thing, the Monarch hurriedly grabbed it and handed it over to Anthony, who had more skill.

Anthony looked at the Wraith and didn't start the interrogation directly. Instead, he took out a Holy Shroud, rolled it up, and threw in some fierce spirit fragments.

Fierce spirits are all at the Mourner level, with high soul strength, but unfortunately, their consciousness is incomplete and they can't exert it. When they encounter a Holy Spirit that specifically counters them, they just shut down.

Throwing some fierce spirit fragments into the Holy Shroud and letting them stay with the Wraith—isn't that just letting it absorb them? Nai Ge Li Si asked in confusion: "Still treating it?"

Anthony said: "It was scared, and nothing can be asked. Let it quiet down first."

"Scared? Old Undead, did you scare it?" Nai Ge Li Si asked.

"I roared at it. It should be fine. Its soul is quite resilient; roaring a few times won't break it," the Monarch said.

Anthony said with a wry smile: "It's not broken, it's just scared. This kind of incomplete spirit body will have confused thoughts when frightened, and nothing can be asked. Your Majesty, please go rest for a while. I'll report to you once I get the answers."

The Monarch waved his hand: "I'm not tired. You don't need to mind me. Proceed at your own pace."

Anthony said with a wry smile: "Then please, Your Majesty, stay a little further away. Your Majesty's aura is too intense; it can't take it."

This Wraith was clearly not ordinary goods but a Wraith with special abilities, which was why the Starborn Lord dared to throw it into the Undead City alone without fearing it would be torn apart by other undead creatures.

But no matter how special its abilities were, it was still just a Wraith. Having been roared at a few times by a Monarch of Black Crystal Soul, it was already quite resilient not to have its soul scattered on the spot.

Unlike a complete spirit body, a complete spirit body has a soul, and if it can't withstand it, it will at most explode. But for this kind of incomplete soul, if you roar too loudly, it will truly lose its memory.

Only then did the Monarch understand Anthony's meaning. He scratched his head in embarrassment and retreated far away.

The Holy Shroud can isolate all soul perception, even the rebirth of a Life Box can be isolated. Being stuffed inside, the Wraith felt like it had fallen into a dark, closed bottle.

If it were a soul with normal intelligence, or one with claustrophobia, it would be scared half to death by now. But the Wraith was not a soul with normal intelligence. It immediately discovered that the terrifying guy who roared at it was gone, so it immediately relaxed and discovered that there were many soul fragments around it.

"Take a bite, delicious. Take a bite, eat, eat..."

When Anthony opened the shroud again, the Wraith was crunching on those soul fragments. Because it was crunching too fast, it even made some sound effects.

"Is it delicious?" Anthony handed over a larger soul fragment, while muttering to himself: Doesn't it need to digest?

The Wraith quickly hugged the soul fragment, crunching while responding: "Delicious, take a bite, delicious, roar—"

While crunching, the Wraith suddenly showed a ferocious expression, roared fiercely a few times, and after roaring, continued to hug the soul fragment and crunch as if nothing had happened.

Nai Ge Li Si hid behind Anthony, poked his head out, and whispered: "It seems to be clearing the memory fragments in the soul energy."

Anthony also nodded in shock: "Yeah, no wonder the Starborn Lord dared to put it into the Undead City. With this ability to digest whatever it eats, it could eat the Undead City clean in less than half a month."

Why can undead creatures devour other souls but not upgrade quickly? Because they need to digest, and what needs to be digested are the memory fragments in the soul energy.

Any spirit body, even a soul fragment, has memory fragments. For example, a skeleton—it hunts, sleeps, fights, and gets its bones taken apart by others; it all has memories.

For it, it is memory that makes it unique. No two skeletons have identical memories. Even if they were just born and had the same memories instilled, the moment they move freely, the memories become different.

If these memory fragments are retained and devoured, the person who devours them is equivalent to reliving that life, and it's very easy to develop a split personality.

Digestion is the process of eliminating memory fragments. This process is very slow, and there is basically no shortcut, except for the Dead Man's Fruit.

Even broken soul fragments, dispersed death aura, and settled Rest Soil have various memory fragments remaining. They will spawn a large number of resentful spirits, as common as the air in the world of death. Eliminating them is as difficult as picking breathing elements out of the air.

However, the Dead Man's Fruit Tree can. Its fruit gathers pure death aura, containing not a single memory fragment. Any undead creature can absorb it directly, saving the process of digestion.

Relying on the Dead Man's Fruit, the Monarch transformed from a Mourner Soul to a Black Crystal Soul in just two years. The last time he crossed this stage, the Monarch spent tens of thousands of years.

Unfortunately, from Black Crystal Soul to Chaos Black Crystal, the logic of upgrading has changed. It's not just about piling up quantity; otherwise, he wouldn't even want to get out of bed.

And now, this Wraith is walking on a completely opposite path—no digestion, just stuffing its face, and then clearing it. No one knows how it does it.

Soon, the Wraith crunched all the soul fragments, looked at Anthony and Nai Ge Li Si with lingering desire, and said: "Are you delicious? Let me take a bite and see what you taste like."

Nai Ge Li Si wanted to transform and beat someone up. It actually wanted to bite him? But before it could act, Anthony had already held out a ball of Holy Light: "Come, have a taste."

Feeding the Wraith Holy Light? How vicious. I like it. Nai Ge Li Si's mischievous interest was piqued, and he watched with delight.

The Wraith really took a bite of the Holy Light, emitting a sizzling sound like deep-frying. The Wraith also wailed incessantly, as if its mouth was scalded: "Hiss—ah—oh—ya—uh..."

In the end, it even let out a burp, forcibly swallowing the Holy Light, and said with smoke coming out of its mouth: "Not delicious, hot."

After saying that, it turned its intent to Nai Ge Li Si: "What do you taste like? Let me take a bite."

However, Nai Ge Li Si and Anthony were both stunned. Anthony even shouted from afar: "Your Majesty, can you forcibly imprint a soul brand on it? This is a good treasure; it can digest anything."

The Monarch sent a message from afar: "Tried it. It ate the soul brand."

"Hiss..." Ate the soul brand? There's something that can eat a soul brand? So magical?

Anthony had no choice but to turn to Ang: "My lord, do you have a way to subdue it? It's probably something not inferior to the Little Wraith." ===== CHAPTER 1133 =====