Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 217 Battle Spirit

Quelkus said that wooden teardrops can hold and accommodate human emotions.

Huiyue also said that with some technologies similar to the void capsule, it can be made into a portable animal pen to accommodate battle pets.

So Heine was not sure for the moment whether the bottle in front of him contained an emotion like anger, or a powerful being disguised in a weird shape.

So he still didn't dare to touch the brown leather fragment rashly.

But he remembered the red liquid separated from Brother Flathead's soul.

He took out the bottle filled with anger, but the red liquid at the bottom was still peaceful.

"This is the 'blood power' similar to wind energy. There is no danger, I can guarantee it."

Heine said and looked at Dylan: "There may be a connection between the two. Do you have any ideas?"

As a genuine necromancer who has created blood puppets, Dylan specializes in blood in the study of flesh, bone, and soul.

After all, the Gitil family had raised hundreds of blood servants.

Dylan took the bottle and signaled Heine to open the mental barrier on the bottle.

A trace of blood was drawn out.

The strong smell of blood immediately filled the entire cave.

Heine was a little intolerable, but Dylan's expression remained normal.

"I have a question."

He said: "According to your statement, the so-called ancestor spirits of the Zanluo people are the souls of ordinary people plus the shared fighting consciousness. So in the sealed area of ​​​​the McCalla Mountains, as the souls were sent In the magic circle, where is the fighting consciousness? Is it still in this thing?"

That makes sense... Heine couldn't help but think.

"But why can't we feel it?" he asked.

Dylan: "If consciousness is bound to energy, it's probably because we haven't reached the level of absorbing this energy... Isn't there a fifth-level Zanluo prisoner? That guy with a snake-like appearance, named Carrick Right?

"His ancestor's spirit was cut off by you, his soul was ripped away, and the part that appeared red under the Eyes of the Dead returned to his body. Where are the others?"

"Unfortunately, there is nothing unusual about him." Heine shook his head: "Before my skeleton raided the Zanluo Plateau, I went to talk to him about this matter. He probably thought that Ursa would come sooner or later, and we would have to come sooner or later. Damn, you won’t cooperate at all.”

As soon as he finished saying this, there were two bangs outside.

Heine was surprised: "Artillery?"

These are two cannons removed from the Fire Bronze airship.

Because it was swept by the shock wave of the dung truck, its power was greatly reduced, so it was simply removed from the airship and placed here.

He hurriedly pulled four people out of the arena.

Mr. Sa: "What the hell? What's going on? I just learned to split the wind arrow with Saberia?"

Teacher Xia: "Who knows, aren't the brothers watching you too?"

As they were led out of the cave by Heine and brought to the source of the explosion, the four of them suddenly exclaimed.

Wei Dianyuan: "What the hell is this? A strange beast? Why is it so sexy?"

What appeared in front of everyone was a bloody giant snake lying in a pool of blood.

More like a leech than a snake.

It was about four meters long, and its bloated body was constantly squirming and deforming.

There were a few rags in the pool of blood, which turned out to be Carrick's clothes.

Without Heine's explanation, the four skeletons had already started to move.

Teacher Xia dived in, took a step forward and threw out the black flying shield wrapped in holy light. Wei Dian Yuan's shadow javelin had been constructed.

"You guys are still too young! My brother is a hunter!"

Mr. Sa used his bow and shot an arrow. The arrow was carried by the cyan air current and flew out before everyone could attack.

However, there was a cannon blast faster than him.

The blood snake's body was instantly blown into two pieces.

It used its last strength to twist a few times and then stopped moving.

Mr. Sa: “Fuck, my experience!!!”

Teacher Xia: "Ow, hunter!"

Wei Dian Yuan: "Wow, wow, wow, hunter!"

Catching Sheep: "You are indeed too young."

...

Todd jumped down from the platform where the gun mount was installed and looked at Instructor Sa as if he was taking credit.

Mr. Sa: "Brother Wei, can you teach me how to put a question mark?"

Wei Dianyuan: "Don't think about it, your intelligence is too low."

Mr. Sa: "Damn..."

Passing through the skeletons, Todd came to Heine.

He was about to report, but was interrupted by Dylan's exclamation.

"This is……"

Dylan's eyes suddenly widened. He took out his wand and tapped it in the air a few times, chanting a spell.

Heine also opened the Eye of the Dead, and suddenly saw an illusory figure being pulled over by Dylan.

Damn it?

"What kind of magic is this?" he couldn't help but asked in surprise.

Necromancers all know one axiom:

The process of the law of life and death cannot be interfered by mortals, and the souls of the dead must first go to the Shadow Realm.

The reason why Thanatos can be revered as Hades and regarded as a false god by other believers is because he really interfered with the laws of gods.

"The key to the problem is not me. As you can see, this is the soul that has escaped the law."

Dylan said expressionlessly: "Theoretically, this process cannot even be observed. Some powerful souls may be able to see it, but they are absolutely unable to intervene. There is indeed something wrong with the souls of the Zanluo people."

He tried to communicate with the group of figures, but all he got was random gibbering and unintelligible murmurs.

"How's it going?" Heine asked, "Any reaction?"

"No, it's as if it had been dipped in the Soul-Profane River. It has lost even the most basic human consciousness."

Dylan frowned.

The shadow in his hand struggled violently and showed signs of dissipating.

Heine suddenly felt something in his heart.

"Try this!"

He pulled out the pool of blood in the bottle, and the shadow immediately stuck to it and blended into it.

Then, the blood energy that was supposed to escape turned into a bloody figure hanging in the air, motionless.

Dylan tried to communicate with him, but the shadow shrank back into the bottle in fright.

"He is resisting me. This is a sign of intellectual improvement. Can you communicate with him?" he asked.

Heine also shook his head.

"It seems to be some kind of messy... messy aggregation of ideas that cannot accurately express itself."

That's what he said, but in fact he had a strong sense of déjà vu, but he couldn't explain it clearly in the current environment.

This is a compressed file.

The compressed file could be opened, and he had a glimpse of some of its contents.

But it's all gibberish.

He is not a person who can absorb the power of blood, so there is no corresponding "way to open it".

Just like opening an e-book in epub format with Notepad.

"It would be nice if we had a 'river' too."

Dylan said suddenly.

"In this way, the aggregated consciousness can be split apart and useful information can be found. Not only the souls from the Zanluo Plateau, but also the black pollutants from the magic network you mentioned can also be extracted for research."

"I want, too."

Heine smiled bitterly, who wouldn't want to.

There is it in the underworld, and this is the case with the Muruling River.

It's just that the river is used to wash away the soul.

The weak undead souls are rinsed inside and dried, and become more aggressive wandering souls, which can then be dispatched by the necromancer.

Thinking back, he looked at Todd.

"This is how the same thing?"

"It's Carrick, your Snake-like prisoner. He was fine last night, but he slept all night and went crazy when he woke up.

"The snake grew out of his body. I watched the process with my own eyes. It was very bloody."

Todd said with lingering fear: "His flesh and blood were torn apart, and his body was stretched continuously. At first, the limbs were still growing on his body, but later they looked like... yes, like those withered beasts after being stabbed by Instructor Xia's dagger. The limbs were The flesh and blood have been hollowed out, become shriveled, and will break into pieces when rubbed on the ground."

Heine: "Is anyone hurt?"

"No, I called him out when he first changed. Before I could tell you, it rushed out. Fortunately, it had no brains. I killed it with two cannons. How can I use this cannon? The instructor taught me this!”

Todd straightened his chest and spoke with excitement.

Heine patted him on the shoulder: "Yes, Xiao Sa taught me well, go and thank him."

"Yes, sir!" Todd went to show off to Mr. Sa.

Heine couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth as he heard several people being mad and angry at Mr. Sa.

Seeing his smile, Dylan looked at Todd again and seemed to understand something.

"You trained him well," he said. "It's hard to imagine that this kid was still crying in my dungeon three months ago."

When he said this, Heine remembered that Todd was actually a member of the Roaring Mercenary Group.

"Yeah, it's hard to imagine." He sighed: "Actually, it's not just him, many people are well trained. After all, they have the best instructors."

Hearing what he said, Dylan couldn't help but look towards the plateau to the west.

"That clan is in chaos now. Don't you plan to bring more people down? The wasteland to the west was previously occupied by that group of mages, and now they won't be able to come back for a while."

Heine shook his head: "I have other uses for the wasteland to the west. As for those people... I have no intention of letting them come down. We don't have that many flying creatures, and relying on airships to transport them is too much. We don't use charging stones as things." ”

Dylan couldn't help but be stunned: "Then what are you going to do?"

Heine smiled mysteriously: "Who said they are the only ones who can invade us?"

"what?"

Heine did not explain, but called Mr. Sa over and asked him to pick up Arthur from the lord's mansion.

Watching Mr. Sa leave on Huiyu, he heard the players complaining:

Teacher Xia: "It would be great if I had a mobile phone."

Wei Dianyuan said happily: "You are quite thoughtful. Why don't you want a forum?"

Zhu Sheep: "Isn't there still a magic net? It will be fine."

hope so.

Heine sighed in his heart.

……

Not long after, Arthur came.

Heine asked him to stand on the magic circle in the arena and said straight to the point: "I plan to do an experiment on you."

Arthur was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Let's get started."

This time Heine was speechless.

"You didn't even ask first?"

"Do I understand?"

That's right...

Heine took out the bottle containing anger and picked out the blood inside.

As soon as it reached the air, it transformed into a human figure.

As if being stimulated by the bloody figure, the warrior brother's body also emitted a rich blood light.

After the two met, it was the warrior brother who steadily dominated the other.

Heine's eyes sparkled: "How are you doing? Do you feel anything?"

Arthur frowned: "It's provoking me."

"Do you think this thing is good for you?" Heine asked.

"I don't know, but I can try."

Arthur looked at the blood shadow up and down, and suddenly punched quickly.

The latter is like a mouse seeing a cat and quickly retracting into the bottle.

Arthur snorted coldly.

"It's too weak and no match for me."

As expected of a warrior brother!

Seeing how confident he was, Heine felt relieved.

He then briefly explained the origin of this thing and the existence of "combat consciousness" among the Zanluo people.

"...I need you to help me 'interpret' this information, which may contain a lot of mixed emotions. I will activate the soul lantern, which will help calm the chaotic emotions, but the rest is up to you.

“Although it was killed once by Yuanling soldiers, I cannot guarantee that it will be safe.

"The worst-case scenario is that once I find that you are unable to maintain your sanity, I will have Yuanling soldiers separate your soul.

"This can save you, but from now on you can only live in the magic circle in another form."

After speaking, he looked at each other.

"You can say no."

"let's start."

Arthur didn't hesitate.

"it is good."

Heine activated the soul lantern, and then sent the blood shadow to Arthur.

The two masses of blood merged instantly, and he lost control of them.

However, the painful scene in his imagination did not appear, and the blood on Arthur's body was quickly withdrawn.

After less than a minute, Brother Warrior opened his eyes.

This is a familiar look.

It seemed that he was no longer interested in anything, and only fighting could excite him.

"How do you feel?" Heine asked.

Arthur: "I feel nothing. Many people are arguing around me. They seem to be teaching me how to fight. Those skills are indeed good, but they are obviously not their own."

"How did you know?"

"Because they are too weak, none of them can beat me."

Heine's heart moved and he looked at Dylan.

The latter asked: "What is their approximate level?"

"Most of them are new recruits. Occasionally, there are one or two who are pretty good. The strongest ones are only at the level of the thick-necked Zanluo man I fought against."

Brother Flathead...

Heine was thoughtful.

This basically confirms all the previous speculations.

There are indeed a large number of ordinary people in these consciousnesses, but the fighting skills of the strong spread to them like "pollution".

"Then what?" Heine asked.

"After I made those voices disappear, the shadow of the guy who just provoked me appeared.

"He said nothing, got into a fight with me and then disappeared."

Heine: "It's over?"

"It's over."

"So where's that guy?"

"It seems that he is not dead..."

Arthur scratched his head, as if he didn't know how to express it.

However, as he was thinking intently, a shadow appeared behind him.

That looks like the silver Carrick!

Arthur reacted very quickly, turning around and throwing a punch almost as soon as Carrick appeared.

This punch is powerful and heavy, with strong wind pressure!

But the shadow disappeared a second before he punched, and Arthur hit the air.

"The enemy is very strong! Be careful!"

Arthur's face was solemn.

Heine hurriedly comforted him: "Don't be nervous, that's not an enemy, you summoned him."

"Did I summon you?"

The warrior brother was confused, and even showed confusion in his eyes.

"Didn't I say that all the Zanluo people summon are their ancestors..."

"Fake, it's all fake!"

Heine didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hurriedly gave him some information.

"...That's not an ancestor at all, just an ordinary soul implanted with a fighting consciousness.

"In short, you can understand him as your follower, now let's test his strength.

"It doesn't work here, let's try outside."

The warrior brother nodded blankly, recalling the feeling of "summoning" just now.

Carrick's shadow appeared silently again.

After thinking about it, Heine decided to call it "War Spirit".

(End of this chapter)