Broad World

After defending against this attack, Henry sneered and moved his muscles and bones, then slammed the book of a thousand laws in his hand suddenly. While smashing it, he shouted: "Shit! I will make you transformed! I will make you lose your mind! I will make you ruin the plan! See if I will not kill you!"

"Bump! Bump..."

With a muffled noise, the killer quickly changed from the initial roar to wailing. We must know that although this book has undergone some special magic techniques, it weighs no less than a shield made of stainless steel. Every time it hits the head, it will cause slight dizziness or even a concussion. After a few minutes, he will He rolled his eyes and lay on the ground and passed out into a coma.

As the consciousness of the God of Slaughter began to fade, the Son of Baal finally began to return to normal. The black and red scales, barbs, claws, tails and other weird things were slowly disappearing, and the human form was gradually reappearing.

Seeing that Aberdare was all right, Henry was slightly relieved and hurried over to check Ferry's condition. But it is a pity that this ambitious eldest daughter has completely died. It is estimated that the soul has already gone to the kingdom of God, and it is difficult to resurrect it. After all, no matter what kind of resurrection method, the ultimate goal is to summon the soul back, he didn't think that the Queen Rose would open the back door for himself.

"It's really a leak in the night rain. It seems that it can only be saved. I hope I can deceive Mother Adu (Lace)."

After a helpless sigh, Henry began to fiddle with the corpse and repaired the wound with necromantic magic. It didn't take long for him to put the broken intestines and skin back in to repair it, and it looked exactly the same as when he was alive. Obviously, he intends to make a temporary physical golem, intending to use this method to gain access to the scene of the summoning ceremony.

Of course, this is not easy, because the corpse is a corpse after all, even if the appearance and personality are exactly the same. There will still be some very fatal flaws. For example, there is no body temperature, no soul, and no gods in the eyes. The most important thing is that it cannot inherit the original power of the body, which means that as long as most dark elves are careful. Suspicion immediately arises.

Half an hour later, Aberdall, who was fainted, slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he did when he woke up was to stand up and look around nervously. Then he asked loudly: "What's the matter? I feel like my head is about to explode, and there is no place in my body that doesn't hurt."

Hearing these words, Henry suddenly lost his breath: "You still have the face to ask what's going on? Look at the blood on the ground, it's all your masterpieces. Congratulations, my careful plan was messed up by you. Now I can only save it as much as possible, and it is up to the goddess of luck to decide whether it can succeed.

"Uh...what did I do?" Aberdare scratched his head embarrassedly. Obviously, he had no memory of what happened just now. He didn't even have an impression at all.

"You turned into a killer again because of your anger, and you also opened Ferry's belly and pulled your intestines into several knots. I feel that your soul is becoming more and more unstable now. If you can't get back the divine nature as soon as possible, the consequences may be It will be terrible." Henry explained as he continued to fiddle with the corpse.

To be honest, he is now more and more worried about Aberdare’s situation, especially the state just now. It seems that the whole person is dominated by the Baal consciousness hidden in the bloodline. If it continues like this, it may not take long before it starts. Pollute the soul. At that time, even if God comes, there is nothing to do.

Knowing that he was transformed again, Aberdare showed a bitter smile on his face: "Damn, I remember. That woman seemed to use some kind of aphrodisiac potion, and she became very angry right after me, and then she I don't know anything anymore."

Henry turned around and nodded very solemnly: "Yes! I hope you can control yourself, especially negative emotions such as anger and hatred, otherwise once you come to the surface city... it will be naked. The massacre, I am afraid there will be no place for you on the entire West Coast."

He is not alarmist. Knowing that the reputation of the sons of Baal was not so good, the people around Baldur's Gate called them disasters, the Amme people called them the source of the turmoil, and the Tassels called them death messengers. In short. As long as you have a relationship with these guys, almost none of them will end well. All will die of murder.

It is conceivable that if a certain son of Barr appeared in public as a killer, what would be the consequences? It is estimated that all the noble lords, temples, and underground organizations on the entire West Coast will soon take action. Eliminate the threat at all costs.

"I know... I know..." Aberdare muttered to himself with blank eyes. He seems to have realized the seriousness of the situation, and the whole person is in distress.

In the following time, Henry ignored Aberdare and devoted all his energy to the production of the flesh golem. He must ensure that no mistakes can be made in the entire process, otherwise Ferry's corpse will have various unsightly abnormalities, such as rot and smelly, deformed limbs, and distorted facial expressions.

Perhaps for ordinary flesh golems, these are not flaws, because they are used for fighting, not for viewing. The appearance of many flesh golems is outrageous, broken corpses, sutures everywhere, and foul-smelling body fluids. In short, they resemble a pile of corpses pieced together monsters, and finally use magic rituals to resurrect.

Of course, this kind of resurrection does not call back the soul of the dead, but only creates a virtual soul through spells to drive the physical golem.

Obviously, Henry could not tolerate such a thing, because he wanted to use Ferry's corpse to create a perfect physical golem, otherwise he would not be able to fool the dark elf guard and the mother Adu (Lace) at all. In front of them, any small flaws may be found, so they must strive for perfection, which is completely shaping the shape according to the standards of the happy golem.

The Delight Golem, like the name itself, is something created by spellcasters to solve their own physiological needs. The function is similar to that of an inflated doll. There are also various shapes, divided into males and females. Unisex and unisex...Except for those with heavy tastes, otherwise the appearance will be very beautiful, the Jedi can meet all needs, and the most important thing is that it does not need to be emotional, and it is favored by many mages.

We must know that many wizards lived in isolation from the world in the wizard tower since they were very young, and they almost didn't understand the world. It is precisely because of this that there are so many wizards with weird characters. They even have difficulty talking with normal people, let alone chasing the opposite sex.

But as we all know, people will have (desire) hope, and weird mages will naturally have physical needs. The guys in the evil camp are okay. They can directly choose to get what they want through despicable means, such as magic potions, or charm or suggestive spells.

But the wizards of the neutral and kind camp could not do this, so the Delight Golem was born. No one knows which great (magic) master's great invention (it is estimated that the inventor is unwilling, or has no face to leave his name), it solves the physiological needs of many house mages, even without leaving the house. In the mage tower on your own, there is no danger, absolutely safe, just lie down and enjoy it.

In a flash, more than two hours passed.

Aberdall, who walked out of the psychological shadow, finally couldn't bear his loneliness, and leaned forward and asked curiously: "Hey! Man, you have been playing with the corpse for a long time, are you still planning to let her come alive?"

"In a way, yes."

Henry continued to decorate the eyes of the corpse without raising his head. This was the most important part. As a saying goes, the eyes are the windows of the soul, and they are also the most exposed places. He must make this place look like a normal person, not dull.

"Well, I hope your plan will succeed." Aberdare shrugged indifferently.

"Not hope, but certain! We must succeed, otherwise you will say goodbye to your divinity. Come and help her." As Henry freed his hands, he grabbed a large handful of diamond powder from his pocket. The mixture with ashes immediately entered the casting state. He chanted jerky spells while sprinkling two kinds of dust in the air. They are like being drawn by some kind of power in the dark, and evenly fall on the naked body of Ferry, and at the same time emit a faint red light.

Before long, Aberdare was surprised to find that the corpse he was supporting suddenly began to tremble, his chest was slightly up and down, and he could feel the faint beating of his heart, as if he had come back to life again. With an unbelievable expression on his face, he gently touched the glowing skin with his hand, and was instantly bounced away by an unknown force.

"Don't touch it!" Henry glared fiercely and warned.

Aberdall, who knew he was wrong, smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, I'm just a little curious."

"Okay, now put her flat, the next step is the last step, and the most critical step, to awaken the soul." Henry squatted down and put his forehead and corpse together and sang in a low voice: "I give you wisdom. ~www.ltnovel.com~ Give you the ability to think, give you an independent personality, wake up, Ferry, my servant."

As soon as the voice fell, the corpse suddenly began to tremble violently, followed by an extremely harsh scream: "Ah!!!!!!"

In an instant, all the glass products in the entire Women Warriors Association were shattered, and even the decorations hanging on the walls were scattered on the ground. Aberdare even covered his ears with an expression of pain, and the whole process lasted for one to two seconds. Fortunately, the dark elves have a good sound insulation effect, otherwise they will surely cause trouble.

After screaming, the flesh golem slowly got up from the ground and looked at the surrounding scenery curiously. When she saw Henry, she hurriedly lowered her head and bowed deeply: "Master, thank you for giving me life, wisdom and name."

"Well, the memory I instilled in you is not missing, right?" Henry asked, while carefully examining the golem all over his body.

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Bow to thank the three book friends of Fire Pig, Yun Wu and Deep Sea Mud Beast for their monthly tickets. To be continued