Meiman's mutant necromancer

Chapter 234 Goodbye Rasma

With the familiar blue sky and green grass, Kane returned to the space where Teacher Rathma was. The difference is that this time the space is more vibrant.

A big tree grew beside the stone house, the surrounding grass was full of flowers, and a creeper covered the whole stone house, which looked very peaceful, while Rasma stood at the door of the house with a smile and looked at Kai. Yep.

"I'm here, teacher. I'm sorry I haven't been able to see you." Kane came to Rasma, looking into those clear eyes like a wanderer who hasn't returned home for a long time.

"It's okay, it's okay, just come here." Rathma patted Kane's shoulder like a father, then immediately blinked and asked, "Are you satisfied with the gift I gave you last time?"

"Satisfaction is satisfaction, but teacher, can't you give it to me in another way." Kane still remembers the incident where Rasma hit himself on the head with the skeleton suit.

"Haha, I'm getting older, and my brain is not working well. By the way, is there any problem when I come back?"

"I brought you some presents." Kane directly handed over the Saint Van Gonzal contract. He actually wanted to transfer more spiritual power to Teacher Rathma to help him out of trouble. The power of the spirit didn’t make much money during the Battle of New York, and after the Battle of New York, there was another wave of blood loss. The most abominable thing is that the souls of those damn Chitauri clones were so damaged that they were depleted after being transformed into power of the spirit. It's a pity to throw it away, so I simply saved it, and finally happened to meet San Van Gonzale, and gave it to Black Heart as a contract exchange.

Rathma took the parchment scroll, his eyes lit up, "These souls are a bit strange."

The fire of the soul was ignited in his hand, wrapped the entire scroll and felt it carefully: "A thousand wraiths, and they murdered each other, oh, they were cursed by the devil."

"Where did you get this thing?" After a while, Rathma finally withdrew the flame in his hand and asked curiously.

Kane told the ins and outs of the whole incident, and he didn't hide from Rathma that he let go of Black Heart. "Then, teacher, do you think this thing will help you escape from here?"

"Hehe." Rathma smiled, and threw the scroll back to Kane, "It's very helpful, after all, it's a thousand souls, but I think you need it more than I do."

"Why?" Kane was puzzled this time.

"We are not devils. Except for those man-made incomplete souls, any soul is the same in front of us, and the wraith has another use in our hands."

"Oh, that's it?"

"Do you still remember the gift I gave you?" Rathma patiently explained, "The soul full of strong emotions before death will retain some memories of life, of course, resentment is also one of these emotions, such souls can integrate Among the bones, make it a powerful summon or equipment to assist you in battle."

"Like this skeleton suit of yours?" Kane asked in surprise, unexpectedly, the soul still has such an operation.

"Yes, these creatures killed by humans were full of resentment or resentment before they died. I collected their souls and fused them into their bones. In this way, the originally fragile bones are as strong as if they were enchanted. , and it can also transmit spell energy conveniently and quickly, which is more suitable for us spellcasters."

Kane's mind was divided, and Mr. Rathma's words immediately reminded him of the experiment that had been progressing slowly recently.

"Teacher, what if these souls are integrated into other substances? Such as metal."

"Of course, we have puppetry, which is a spell that integrates powerful souls into other substances. Why, haven't you used it?" Rathma asked in surprise, summoning puppet warriors is not too much Advanced spells, with Kane's current strength, should have been able to use them long ago.

"...Well, my puppetry has always been a problem." When it comes to puppetry, Kane doesn't know whether to cry or laugh. Starting from Morena, his puppetry has not been successfully released once. Although Morena and Korik were much stronger than ordinary puppets, as independent individuals, they couldn't follow him to fight like ordinary puppets.

After listening to Kane's description, Rasma laughed. He pointed to the coat of arms on Kane's chest and said, "Try it again. I don't think there will be any accidents with your puppet summoning technique this time."

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In the town of Salem, in the Witch Museum, everything returned to calm. The cold feeling and the woman's wailing all disappeared, only the skull that was once placed on the table, the pentagram on the forehead exuded a blood-red light, and Jin Bing, holding the skull carefully, walked to the middle of the pentagram formation.

The tall Jin didn't know when he put on his black robe again. When he walked into the magic circle holding the skull and began to chant spells, he looked like a cult leader.

Just after Jin Bin chanted a few words of the incantation, a gust of wind blew by, and an old man with a cane appeared in the magic circle. It was Mephisto.

He opened his eyes, saw the skull in Jin Bin's hand at a glance, and was about to snatch it away, but Jin Bin showed agility that didn't match his figure, and when he stopped, Mephisto grabbed the empty space .

"Remember our transaction, I always collect the money first." Jin said, staring into Mephisto's eyes, he is such a person, even in the face of a powerful devil, he is unwilling to bow his knees.

A red light flashed under Mephisto's skin, which indicated that he was a little annoyed, but he still restrained himself. As a devil who relies more on his mind than his body, he doesn't like to do things to the extreme. A collaborator also spends a lot of effort.

"Okay, then, I'll pay first." Mephisto smiled and looked around the hall, "Is it just these people?"

"Yes, some things can only be shared with trusted subordinates."

"As you wish." Mephisto slammed his cane heavily on the ground with a smile, and an energetic mist gushed out from under his feet, and quickly filled the entire hall.

Afterwards, the black mist rushed towards the position where Jin Bing and his men were, and crazily drilled into their bodies through their eyes, ears, mouth and nose. After the black mist disappeared, they held hands in unison. Clenching their fists, a powerful force they had never felt filled their bodies, and this force made them feel that they could do everything.

Jin Bing's appearance did not change much, but judging from the black mist he absorbed the most, he must have received the most strengthening. He was not as ecstatic as his subordinates, but just handed the skull to Murphys Trust, "Let's check the goods."

"No, I believe in your credibility." Mephisto couldn't wait to put the skull in his arms, then stepped forward, put his mouth close to Jin and whispered in his ear, "That guy is in Europe now, as long as you find And if he kills him, he will become perfect."

(End of this chapter)