Chapter 157

In the battle just now, it should have been affected by the effect of the corpse poet.

But they didn't respond.

Art takes a look at the two pools and goes first to the side of the bone pool.

Blue blood extraction.

[blue blood extraction LV1: create a spell creature, extract blue blood, and solidify it in other items. ——"It's ironic that the fate of blue blood needs to be solved by the magic of prophecy." 】

"the best choice for the extracted blue blood is gemstone for solidification storage, and it is a gem held by someone for a long time." That's what Edgeworth said.

Art took out the empty shells of the remaining sapphire and placed them next to the bone pool.

In the spirit sea, the 30 glyph spell, which is constructed by stacking three repeated inscriptions, lights up.

This spell sequence looks like a tube, or a tentacle.

Although this spell sequence looks very complicated, it is actually not very difficult. It just needs to be stacked repeatedly.

The psionic powers began to stack and fill, and a twisted, soft lavender tentacle, full of gullies, appeared in front of art, and then, without any hesitation, jumped at att.

At, who had expected it, caught it directly, and its mouth was opening and closing like a lamprey.

Expressionless, art throws it to the bone pool.

This strange creature, in a flash, dived into the pool of skeletons, towards the slightly bluish skeletons.

That's how art looks at it.

The principle of this spell should be to imitate some kind of creature.

This creature, attracted by blue blood, attacks witches.

However, they are not very strong and can be easily eliminated, and their habit is that -

when the creative creature like a tentacle reappears, its body color has turned dark blue.

After a confused shake, it pounced on the jewel beside the pool of skeletons.

The gem, which had lost its color, turned blue in an instant.

On top of the gem, the shadow of that strange tentacle creature is constantly flashing, and the spiritual energy that builds its form has been exhausted.

In the end, the shadow disappeared, leaving only the blue color of the gem slowly becoming calm.

Picking up the jewel, the familiar, consumable prefix appeared in art's eyes.

[gain skill point 1]

without much thought, Yat absorbed the skill points.

It's better to call it the blue blood worm than the blue blood extraction.

After creating a blue blood bug again and watching it burrow into the bone pool, Yat turned to the other two pools.

At this time, the entrance of the basement, promi's figure also appeared there.

"Master! I - "

" Prometheus -- "at's voice," check the state of these people. "

"... oh..."

promi's body became feeble. He responded with a loud cry, and then slowly drifted to the filthy pool of people.

And Yat turned to the nearby pool.

The black iron cane was held in the palm of ATT's hand.

[crude enchanting stick LV7: black iron cane with rough enchantment.

Passive · solid Lv2: the weapon is hard to be destroyed.

LV1: sharpness increased.

"It's not bad for the first enchantment." 】

to solidify a spell sequence, he can't do it yet. He can only do basic enchantment on the object itself.

The black iron cane is more and more convenient to use.

If you can use it as a blunt weapon or as a sharp weapon, you can try to transform it into an extended blade next time. Add a blade technique of creation system.

In this way, the blade on the black iron cane reflected a ray of light and penetrated into the skull of the demon.

The demon's body trembled slightly and died without a trace of sound.

There is no experience value.

Art shakes his head. These creatures are not level six.

He picked the one that looked the strongest.

Turning his head, he looked at the crow servants: "these are for you."

The crows quickly flew over and covered the pool completely.

But there was no scream.

"By the way, you can only kill but not eat." Yat ordered that he suspected that some potion or magic had been used to cause these demons to fall asleep, and could not wake up with such a loud voice.

At this time, Prometheus had finished his examination: "master! I see! "

When art's eyes turned to him, he gave a dull look, and then said in a voice, "these people have been fed a lot of sleeping potions for a long time, and their mental fluctuation is almost gone. Master, do you need to revive them?""Can it be done?"

"Can't do it!" Said Prometheus, without any change in his face, and it made Yat's eyebrows rise.

"Cough, master, you may not know. Let me explain it to you." Inheriting shack's memory, promi was completely at his fingertips for these things. "They have nothing but to retain some instinctive reactions. I, no, shack has stripped the human soul of this symptom. They have lost the ability of recognition and cognition, and the physical end of the spiritual bridge has basically broken..."

it looks at Yat: "the master is like this If you use that soul stripping magic, you can easily peel the soul out... "

listening to promi's description, a word appeared in art's mind:" vegetative man. "

"Vegetable man? No, no, no, master, their spiritual bridge is much more fragile than plants. Although the soul of plants is weak, it is closely connected with the body. It is more difficult to peel off the soul of plants than the human soul. The soul of plants is indeed suitable to be a large puppet guard. Although it is small, it can control a higher share of the body, but the reaction is relatively slow...

and I'm not good at this field.

Art was silent for a moment and chose to skip the field he was not good at.

"You just tell me how to solve it."

"Let the high priest release the higher healing for 15 consecutive days." Prometheus thought, "or a few more days, it should be OK. The connection between the spiritual bridge and the body is not so easy to repair, and their bodies... Although they look good, they are basically hopeless."

For fifteen days, the high priest shook his head.

"Of course." Prometheus continued, "you can also peel off the souls directly and transform them into dead spirits with negative energy. After a hundred or eighty days, you can recover some will. Of course, the premise is that at least the middle necromancer performs the necromancer transformation. The low Necromancer's negative energy quality is too low, and it is easy to become a complaining spirit, and there will be soul defects."

Turn to the dead.

Neither method is good, and art will not spend so much time and resources to save these irrelevant people.

Nothing can be done.

Art's eyes glanced around him: "promi, go and see if there are hidden mechanisms and rooms around you. Tell me later."

"Yes."

"By the way, one more thing, copy all the magic array and the like here."

"... yes."

Prometheus replied, and then with a bitter look on his face, he watched his master leave the basement.

"I knew... I knew... Servants don't have human rights."

...

on the other side, Baron Sousa.

Guard at the door of the guard ha heat, looking at the snowflakes falling in the sky: "it's dark, how come the chief bodyguard has not come back?"

"Did the chief bodyguard go to the Orioles?" The guard turned his head and looked at the castle gate behind him.

A voice suddenly rang out: "what's the matter?"

"Nothing. The chief bodyguard hasn't come back yet. He said he would bring wine back, but he hasn't come back yet. I suspect he is looking for Liuying."

The guard then replied, but when he turned his head, he couldn't help being flustered: "steward Froude!"

"My name is flo, not Froude." The housekeeper said calmly, "is the warden going to the tavern?"

"No, No The cold sweat behind the guard became colder and colder under the influence of the cold air. "The chief bodyguard went to... Went to..."

he gradually lowered his head: "went to the tavern."

"Is it?" The Butler nodded, then turned and returned to the castle.

At this time, Baron Susa, looking at the report in front of him, had a headache: "is there still so much missing? How on earth did they prepare supplies for the winter

Clearly, he had informed them a year ago to get things ready.

Why do these fools lack so much after a year.

"Baron, you are so kind." The housekeeper opened the door and came in. "Your kindness is taken for granted by those stupid people, and you think you should help them when they are in trouble, just like the master."

Master?

Do you mean father?

Baron Sousa gave a wry smile, and he thought back, as if it were.

"What should I do?" Baron Sousa looked dazed. "What should I do? Do you want to save them? "

"No, Baron." The old housekeeper's face was still so kind. He put the tea in his hand at Baron Sousa's table. "Baron, would you like to drink something first?""OK." Baron Sousa drank the tea with some dullness. Then he saw the old housekeeper put a document in front of him.

"Baron, this is the list of recent castles. Please sign your name..." Butler Flo's voice rang.

"Good, good..."

Baron Sousa wrote down his name in a daze.

And there was a smile on housekeeper Flo's face.

His eyes swept over the papers on the table:

[I will be Flo's most faithful servant, offering my soul and everything. ]

"then, Baron, please issue the next order - slaughter the townspeople."

"OK....

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