Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 230 My Friend
The lumps of meat on the table moved according to their will.Just like the lessons I experienced once upon a time, cut open the wound with a sharp blade, and reveal the truth buried under the flesh and blood.The life rushing in the blood is fresh, and the will to keep struggling on the edge of broken bones.

None of these appeared in the meatball in front of Lyle's eyes. It was like a red dough ball inside and out, without the exquisite structure of the human body, it was just a disguise, a layer of skin driven by magic power.

It doesn't tell us the truth, it needs us to shape its truth.Lyle put down the shiny silver knife, and his black gloves became dirty with blood. Even under the cover of herbs, he could still smell a faint smell of rust.

Looking at his clumsy palms because of the gloves, Lyle took on the caution of previous experiments.

"Nia."

The spreading tiny tentacles are like a group of snakes swimming on the body, weaving a flowing net on Lyle's arm, and the tentacles climbed up his palm, as if wearing another glove, a weird glove.As the magic power surged out from between the fingers, tiny threads of blood began to shake their bodies like growing parasites on the flesh and blood gloves, dancing around the magic threads.

Lyle stretched out his palm and gently touched the inside of the flesh and blood.Like touching delicate skin, the moving arms are like a graceful dancer.With its activity, the flesh and blood are dissimilated, the soft and tender parts form blood vessels, the hard areas stretch out the texture of muscles, the sensitive parts are separated from others, and become nerves with weak electrical signals.The originally solid internal flesh and blood began to swell, forming capsules in invisible areas, and the developing organs were like the fruits of plants, hiding in protective cabins one by one.

The prostration caused by the huge consumption of magic power did not disturb Lyle. At this moment, he looked at the disguise that was constantly deforming in his hands, and his heart had entered a wonderful feeling, a kind of intoxication filled with arrogance and satisfaction.He likes this feeling, he is just like the creator, uprooting the hills, squeezing the valleys, allowing the source of life to merge into rivers under the route he prescribed.I am like a great artist, a textile worker, weaving life.

The line is broken.

Nia's tentacles rolled Lyle's palm into a bun, and under the blockade of the dense tentacles, no trace of magic power flowed out.This is something that the two agreed in advance.It seems to be a mysterious phenomenon. Whenever Lyle intends to shape the internal shape of the flesh and blood clone, he will enter a state of ecstasy, and he will not stop even if the last trace of magic power is drained from the body.In order to avoid another magical shock in her body, Nia became Lyle's monitor and fuse.

Lyle looked at the inside of the flesh and blood. The sculptures of the brain and digestive system were less than half completed, and his magic power was still too small.A single organ that has not formed a system will only go to failure in the end. With regret, Lyle let the flesh and blood devour those organs and tissues.

"It's really hard to have dinner with Arianna." The bruises of the meat began to heal themselves, as if the magnificence of life that unfolded for two hours was just a dream.

Lyle tapped his temple, his brain was a little dizzy, and it seemed that he could no longer conduct research in a short time.

"Failed again, boss."

The three companions put down the parchment in their hands. The densely packed characters on it were the notes they had watched Lyle's operation. They were learning the mysteries of flesh and blood for the future great creation.

"The magic power is still not enough. I estimate that with about four locks, I can shape a perfect human body."

The manipulator carefully put away the notes, "The main reason is that the conditions for constructing flesh and blood are too troublesome, and the limitation that you must use your own magic power makes it impossible to use many alternative magic powers. I really don't understand why there is such a limitation."

"I can understand this, the flesh and blood shaping gave birth to the exclusivity of the body, just like the organs of different bodies are incompatible."

"But aren't the organs of our undead creatures universal?"

Maybe I'm imitating a living person, Lyle thought of this sentence for no reason.From death to life, teacher, I may really have embarked on an abnormal path.

"Don't think too much, there is still class tonight. The boss can't come tonight, so we have to cheer up. Tonight's new class may be another challenge, and there is no supernova to stop us tonight Knife."

Lyle planned to leave early in the morning for the holy city of Lokarot, so he did not participate in tonight's class, but recharged his batteries for tomorrow's journey.

Waving goodbye to his companions, Lyle didn't hear their discussion in the evening wind.

"Which professor's class is tonight?"

"Professor Arnoin, the miracle and independence of flesh and blood."

Lyle returned to the cup of extravagance. Mr. Gentleman has been leaning on the balcony these nights, playing the poignant nocturne of his hometown under the crimson moonlight.Lyle stopped to enjoy his music, and the cool and melodious flute sound was more in line with his own preferences.Maybe it's because the ear has suffered too much recently, Lyle feels that Mr. Gentleman's performance sounds much better, and the images of helpless sighs and pleadings in the music appear in his mind, which is much more profound.

After the song, Lyle naturally expressed his praise with applause.As if evoking the memory of Mr. Gentleman, he greeted Lyle with a player's etiquette, a weird and playful etiquette.

"That's great, gentleman, you should have your own music show like Anna did."

Mr. Gentleman just smiled politely, "I can only play a few simple pieces. I have neither the ability nor the idea to become a performer. For someone like me, it's better to hum in a corner where no one is around."

"Let's not talk about this, I heard that you are going to travel again, epidemic doctor."

"Yes, Mr. Gentleman, I am going to Locarrot to participate in a celebration belonging to the Holy Light."

Mr. Gentleman paused for a moment, and Lyle did not notice the short and extreme pause.

"Lokarot, plague doctor, with your identity, it is too dangerous to go to that kind of place. As your friend, I have to remind you. Lokarot is now the City of Holy Light, which is absolutely necessary for us. Dangerous place."

Lyall smiled under the mask.

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Gentleman, but I have made sufficient preparations, so I will be fine."

Walking up the portal at the center of the Cup of Extravagance, Lyall took one last look at the gentleman.

"A piece of advice from your friend, gentleman. The tunes of your native country do not suit you, and the fine men of the Literary Club don't feel so sorry for themselves. Try to play some cheerful tunes, my friend."

"Even if it sounds bad at first, it's a new beginning."

(End of this chapter)