Chapter 16 15. Psychic power? What I’m fighting for is psychic energy!
Barbarus, Southern Marshes, Diderot Mountains. The alien lord Dursley was standing next to the experimental table and thinking. His conversion experiment had just suddenly failed
. On the experimental table, the bottom corpse pieces that seemed to have been cut randomly were quietly placed together in a certain order, and thick black linen threads roughly sewn the corpse pieces together. Some yellow-black pus was slowly flowing along the wound. Yes, the little lord Dursley is making a high-level puppet. Generally speaking, no matter low-level or high-level, the puppets are made of the corpses of the strong lower-level people. The only difference may be the psychic energy applied to them. The difference in witchcraft. The witchcraft of creating a high-level golem consumes a lot of spiritual energy. According to Dursley's level, creating a high-level golem will make him weak for a period of time. But if it is Barbarus's real master, the High Lord Nacre, that guy can raise his hand to create a dozen high-level puppets in an instant. Although Dursley can also raise his hand to create a dozen low-level puppets, the low-level puppets and high-level puppets The gulf between puppets is difficult to bridge. These mass-produced low-level puppets can only fight. Unlike those high-level puppets, they can organize their own tactics and use simple psychic powers to command low-level puppets. Moreover, the force value of a high-level puppet is several times that of a low-level puppet. But before that, the little lord Dursley has been adhering to the principle of flying bricks with great force, quantity rather than quality. As long as I have enough low-level puppets, I can kill a single high-level puppet on the opposite side. ——Yes, these lords in the south all prefer simple puppets, and some will also tame other monsters, but only those lords with sufficient territory will have other options besides puppets. For example, Dursley used the human wave tactic to kill several small lords nearby, and then he raised a lot of dirty hounds. But now... nothing works anymore. Dursley gritted his teeth and thought that since the arrival of the Death Guard from the north and the arrival of the monster with a scythe wandering around at night, harvesting from the bottom has become more and more difficult. At first, they just thought that capturing the village at night would be more complicated. In fact, it was like this at first. The Death Guards led by Typhon actively organized night protection work in various villages. .But they all ignored the guy who was just like them, wandering in the poisonous mist. what happened? ! That guy is obviously a low-level person, and unlike Calastiphon, who is a mixed-race and therefore has psychic powers, he is just a tall and strong bottom person! How did he kill those little lords? None of the lords knew that the person involved was already dead. The guy, holding a scythe, appeared silently in the poisonous fog, and then cut off the heads of the alien lords who came down the mountain to hunt. Dursley was a little lucky that he never went down the mountain to hunt, but his slave-catching team suffered heavy losses. Nearly a hundred puppets died in several hunts down the mountain. ——No, it won't. If it comes down the mountain, it will kill that damn bastard. That lowly bottom! ! ! Having said that, the alien lord Dursley has been staying quietly in his territory since then. News of alien lords being killed one after another in their territories continued to spread. It is impossible to say not to panic. But the way to the bottom of the mountain to hunt the bottom is blocked. No matter how many slave-catching teams there are, they will all end up being killed when they go down the mountain. Without the raw materials to make puppets, Dursley could not continue his mass tactics. So Lord Dursley had no choice but to bite the bullet and try to create advanced puppets. But just now his first attempt failed. It felt like my connection with the supreme heaven was suddenly interrupted. Dursley was standing beside the experimental table, deep in thought. Other experimental instruments were running in other parts of the room, the steam engine was roaring, and the mechanical arms were running and creaking. A figure slowly emerged from the shadows at the door. The face under the gas mask was blurred, making it difficult to distinguish its true face. The shadow was about three meters away from Dursley, and Lord Dursley was still standing next to the experimental table, with his back to the door without any awareness of himself. Lord Dursley knew that if there was an attack, his puppets and dirty hounds would have started to stir. However, it miscalculated - in the blink of an eye, as if someone had suddenly strangled its throat, the vision of its eyes suddenly went dark, as if the connection between the soul and the body was suddenly severed! The figure at the door suddenly rose up! ! ! He raised his knife and struck it straight in the face! ! ! Dursley subconsciously raised his hand to block, and at the same time used his most commonly used explosive witchcraft with the other hand! "Ah!!!!" The hand that tried to use witchcraft exploded instantly, and the sickle changed its angle, bypassed the block, and hooked directly into his internal organs! The curved blade of the scythe cleverly avoided the obstruction, and the tip of the blade was like cutting through tofu, breaking through Dursley's huge and bloated body. The tip of the knife probed again and went deep inside. A bunch of blood-red organs hung on it like plump grapes, and fell out together with the chopping of the sickle! "You!" Dursley stared at the uninvited guest. In the last second of its life, it saw the dead soul. Compared with other low-level people, the tall and burly body is covered with dark leather protective clothing. Above the gas mask and under the hood, there is a pair of soulless, deep black eyes that seem to absorb everything. ! ! ! This is a cursed soul! The pair of black eyes looked at it without any emotion, then raised the knife and struck again. The knife rises and falls. Today is a good day. Hades thought happily, the assassination was successful and he met an idiot. It seemed that the alien lord was dead. Hades was worried and gave it a few more blows. After that, he looked at the things on the experimental table with some disgust. The corpses were placed in a mess on it, and corpse oil dripped all over the floor. grass. Hades did not pay attention to the corpses first. Now that the lord is dead, the puppets should also feel the spiritual changes, and they should flee. Hades quickly ran up the route he had just explored, and he quickly ran to the top of the tower. Several golems were running collapsed on top of the castle, and Hades quickly granted them mercy. Then he looked towards the edge and saw several cannons standing there. Different from the imagined medieval artillery, the weapons here are all electronically modified - "the appearance is the same as the medieval artillery", "the use is the same as the medieval artillery", and the shells fired are the same as the medieval artillery, which is very powerful. Some", "but it's just not a medieval cannon". Hades ran over and looked out through the observation port. The first puppets to flee were obviously approaching the place where he laid the mine.
Hades adjusted the muzzles of his guns and aimed them at the shed where Dursley kept dirty hounds. Affected by the commotion, several hounds had broken their chains and ran out.
Do not worry about it.
Hades lit the turret, then quickly ran away, five meters away.
Had he stood there, Hades would have bet that the cannon would either stall or explode.
Several cannons were lit one after another, and Hades followed suit. After blowing up the hound house, he started blowing up the puppet group.
——The landmines buried in the distance also began to explode.
The scattered puppets have completely lost their desire to escape. These corpses animated by witchcraft only have the desire to kill and torture.
Amidst countless roaring and shining explosions, Hades leaned down and jumped off the fortress, wielding his sword to harvest.
Once upon a time, he had watched Mortarion harvest the puppets so ruthlessly.
And now, it's time for him to bloom the flower of killing!
The soul of the second soul is on fire!
(End of chapter)