"A mortal is still a mortal after all, no matter how vigilant it is, it's just futile."

From the shadow of the room, a Celine in an imperial robe walked out naturally, but the strange thing was that there was nowhere to go where he walked out.

The head of the pilgrim looked around and felt that the temperature in the room was lower than the general outside temperature. At the same time, there were many cube-shaped metal pillars standing in the room.

These metal pillars are not just support pillars. Many handles exist on their sides, just like drawer handles. "If my induction is not wrong, it is here..."

"This is the morgue, so that the precious man who has been hard to find for thousands of years is dead."

The head of the pilgrim quickly recognized the function of the room he was in. This is the morgue. In order to prevent the corpse from decay, the room temperature is generally lower than the outside. If the handles are pulled out forcefully, the drawer-like metal lattice and the interior The body will be extracted. After a person is dead, it is like an object.

Following the induction, the leader quickly walked to a drawer handle, and then stopped.

He grasped the handle and opened it forcefully, and a corpse naturally appeared in front of him along with the metal grid. If Huogu was here, he would definitely be able to recognize it. This corpse was left behind after he died. The remains of the Celin.

"Tsk tusk tusk, it's a violent thing, enough to hold the body of a spiritual master, it's actually broken like this."

The leader's hand stroked the hideous penetration of the corpse, and his face was full of pity. This was not a false mockery, it was an expression of true feelings, and he really felt pity. There are not no physical Serines that can hold the Spirit Venerable in history, but they are so rare that they can be counted with three fingers.

There are no geniuses who can have such a talent. The first in the history of the Celine was the person who discovered the spiritual realm and the founder of the pilgrim. At that time, there were no pilgrims and no blasphemer.

The second is the brother of the leader, the emperor who ended the religious era together with other heroes.

The third is the owner of the corpse in front of the head.

But mortals are mortals after all. No matter how talented they are, they will die of old age. They will die of illness and be killed. They are extremely fragile. The genius who discovered the spiritual realm suffered from plague and died. The emperor abandoned the spiritual realm and died naturally. Now the owner of this corpse It was penetrated by external forces and was forcibly killed.

Talent just shows that the starting point is relatively high, and it can't explain anything.

"It should work with a patch."

Whispering like this, the leader bit his own finger, drew a geometric pattern with blood on his other palm, and covered the grimly cracked corpse with the patterned palm.

"Πρ?πεινααποτελ?σετεδημιουργε?τοευχ?ριστοδ?ρο, ζωηρ??στιγμια?ο?μυρι?δα?"

A magical scene happened. As the leader uttered the obscure language, an invisible force appeared, and the specific manifestation of this force was the spontaneous healing of the corpse's crack.

Not long after, the corpse has recovered to its original condition, and the wound has not even left a scar. This vision is enough to make the medical staff of the empire startled the jaw, but the corpse has been dead for many days, completely dead. There is no cell in the whole body that is still active, but such a corpse is actually healed like a natural recovery. This can be said to subvert the three views.

Only magic can be used to describe everything that happens.

"Okay, it's the same as the new one."

Afterwards, the leader began to outline some patterns with his own blood on the patchy male corpse in front of him, until the first impression of the corpse was not'that is a corpse' but ' That's a totem', the leader stopped his weird behavior.

If someone who knows a little bit of spiritual realm art is around, he will definitely recognize how arrogant the meaning of this kind of technique is. It actually pulls the spiritual master out of the spiritual realm forcibly and is imprisoned in this one. Within the physical body, until the physical body was dismembered into 986,654,321 pieces, was not allowed to untie the technique.

This is completely using the spirits as slaves. Although the spirits are not the strongest existence in the spiritual realm, they are not arbitrarily driven items. On the contrary, if they get angry, the consequences will be quite serious.

In the entire pilgrim organization, top contractors like the head dare to do this.

"These flesh and blood cannot be wasted."

The head's gaze turned to the other corpse cabinets, and he beckoned. Inside the dim corpse cabinet, under all the corpses, a cloud of black mud suddenly appeared spontaneously, and the corpses would inevitably gradually sink into the black mud.

When all the corpses disappeared from the corpse cabinet, the black quagmire began to shrink and disappear.

"It's time to do business."

After breaking away from these things, the leader looked back on Gu Huo's corpse, opening his mouth just as he was about to chant something.

Suddenly, he stopped again.

"...No, the plan needs some manpower."

Thinking of this, the leader waved his hand, and Gu Huo’s corpse, like the corpses just now, slowly sank into the black mud that appeared below ~lightnovelpub.net~After dealing with these, the pilgrim leader turned towards the shadow of the corner. The area walked, and then it was very weird, but of course it was submerged in the shadows, not abrupt at all, everything was so harmonious and natural, as if it should be.

When the leader walked out of the shadows, it was another room, a completely metal room. In the center of the room, suspended a Celine who was imprisoned with limbs and shackles on his neck. His face was haggard.

"Head, you are here."

Before the leader, the Celine greeted him first, and the leader responded.

"It's really embarrassing, Dugon."

"Yes, as a royal family, it is indeed very humiliating to meet in such a prisoner posture.

Duokun glanced at the restraints that imprisoned him, moved his body, seeming to be struggling, but soon he gave up again because his fragile body could not defeat the cage that imprisoned him.

After sighing, Dugon's eyes fell on the head again.

"Since you are here, it means that the Science Society has already achieved results, doesn't it?"

"Yes, but our great plan still lacks some manpower."

The leader nodded, and as he agreed, Duagon's restraints were released. It was obvious that the leader had no extra actions at all, which surprised Duagon very much.

However, if you can disassemble the machine, you will find that a quarter of the inside of the machine has disappeared without a trace, because the machine is damaged and naturally it can't be used.

When he fell from mid-air, Dugon couldn't touch his defense, so he was a little bit painful and grinned.

Due to the lack of exercise for a long time, some muscle atrophy appeared. After several trials, he barely stood up with a slight tremor. He respectfully saluted the summit.

"Happy to help."