Broad World

After defending against this attack, Henry stretched his muscles with a sneer, then swung the Book of Thousand Laws in his hand and smashed it down. Shouting while smashing: "Shit! I'll make you transform! I'll make you lose your mind! I'll make you ruin your plan! See if I don't kill you!"

"Bump! Bump..."

With a muffled sound, the Slayer quickly changed from an initial roar to a whine. You must know that although this book has undergone some special magical crafts, its weight is no less than a shield made of fine steel. Every time it hits the head, it will cause slight dizziness or even a concussion. He rolled his eyes and lay unconscious on the ground.

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 reappeared little by little.

Seeing that Aberdell was fine, Henry was slightly relieved, and hurried over to check on Feili's condition. But it is a pity that this ambitious eldest daughter is completely dead. It is estimated that her soul has already gone to the Kingdom of God, and it is difficult to revive her. After all, no matter what kind of resurrection means, the ultimate goal is to call the soul back, he does not think that Queen Rose will open the back door for him. "It's really leaking in the house and it rains all night. It seems that we can only save it. I hope to deceive Mistress Adu (Lace)."

After sighing helplessly, Henry began to play with the corpse and repaired the wound with necromantic magic. It didn't take long before he stuffed all the broken intestines and skin back and repaired it, making it look exactly the same as when he was alive. Obviously, he intends to make a temporary flesh golem, and intends to use this method to gain access to the scene of the summoning ceremony.

Of course, this is not easy, because a corpse is a corpse after all, even if the appearance and personality are simulated exactly the same. There are still some very fatal flaws. For example, it has no body temperature, no soul, and dull eyes. Most importantly, it cannot inherit the original strength of the body, which means that as long as most dark elves are more careful. Suspicion immediately arises.

Half an hour later, Aberdare, who was knocked unconscious, 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 going on? I feel like my head is about to explode, and there is no place in my body that doesn't hurt."

Hearing this sentence, Henry suddenly became angry: "You still have the face to ask what's going on? Look at the blood on the ground, it's all your masterpiece. Congratulations, my careful plan was messed up by you, now I can only save it as much as possible, and it will be up to the goddess of luck to decide whether it will succeed." "Uh...what have I done?" Aberdell scratched his head in embarrassment. Obviously, he had no memory of what had just happened. Not even a little impression.

"You turned into a killer again because of your anger, and you also cut Firi's stomach open, dragging the intestines into several sections. I feel that your soul is becoming more and more unstable now. If you can't get back the divine consequences as soon as possible, the consequences may It's going to be bad." Henry continued to play with the corpse while explaining.

To be honest, he is now more and more worried about Aberdell's situation, especially the state just now. It seems that the whole person is dominated by Baal's consciousness hidden in his blood. Pollution of the soul. At that time, even if God comes, there is nothing to do.

Knowing that he had transformed again, Aberdare showed a wry smile on his face: "Damn, I remembered. That woman seems to have used some kind of aphrodisiac (love) potion, and I became very angry immediately, and then I don't know anything."

Henry turned around and nodded very seriously: "That's right! 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 a naked big Massacre, I am afraid that there will be no place for you on the entire West Coast.”…

He is not alarmist. You must know that the reputation of the Sons of Baal is not very good. The people around Baldur's Gate call them disasters, the people of Amn call them the source of turmoil, and the people of Tethyr call them the messengers of death. In short. As long as you get involved with these guys, almost none of them will end well. All are to be murdered.

Can you imagine what the consequences would be if a certain Son of Baal appeared in public as a Slayer? It is estimated that all noble lords, temples and underground organizations on the entire west coast will act soon. Eliminate threats at all costs.

"I know...I know..." Aberdell muttered to himself with blank eyes. He seemed to have realized the seriousness of the situation, and he was in distress.

In the following time, Henry ignored Aberdare and devoted all his energy to the production of the flesh golem. He had to ensure that there would be no mistakes during the whole process, otherwise Feili's corpse would undergo various unsightly mutations, such as rotting and smelly, deformed limbs, distorted facial expressions, and so on.

Perhaps for ordinary flesh golems, these are not any defects, because they are used for fighting, not for viewing. The appearance of many flesh golems is heinous, with broken corpses, sutures everywhere, and foul-smelling body fluids. All in all, they are like monsters put together from a pile of corpses, and finally resurrected using magic rituals.

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

Obviously, Henry can't tolerate such things, because he wants to use Fiery's body to create a perfect flesh golem, otherwise he can't fool the dark elf guards and Mistress Adu (Lace) at all. In front of them, any slightest blemish may be discovered, so they must strive for perfection, which is to shape the appearance according to the standard of the Pleasure Golem.

Pleasure Golem, just like the name itself, is something created by spellcasters to solve their own physiological needs. Its function is similar to that of an inflatable (gas) doll, and its shape is also diverse. It is divided into male and female. It can be used for both men and women... Except for those guys with heavy tastes, the appearance will definitely be very beautifully designed. The Jedi can meet all needs, and the most important thing is that there is no need to invest in emotions at all, and it is favored by many mages.

You must know that many mages have lived an isolated life in the mage's tower since they were very young, and they almost don't understand the world at all. It is precisely because of this that there are so many mages with weird personalities. They have difficulty even talking to normal people, let alone chasing after the opposite sex.

But as we all know, people have desires, 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 hint spells.

Neutral and good-aligned mages couldn't do this, though, and thus the Pleasure Golem was born. No one knows which great master (mage) master this is a 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 home mages, even if they stay at home In the mage tower, you can be independent, there is no danger, absolutely safe, just lie down and enjoy it.

In a flash, more than two hours passed.

Aberdell, who had come out of the psychological shadow, finally couldn't bear the loneliness, and asked curiously: "Hey! Dude, you have been playing with the corpse for a long time, are you still planning to bring her back to life?"

"In a way, yes."

Henry continued to modify the corpse's eyes without raising his head, which was the most important part. As a saying goes, the eyes are the windows to the soul, and they are also the most exposed places. He had to make it look normal here, not dull.

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

"It's not a hope, but a certainty! We must succeed, otherwise you will say goodbye to your divinity. Come here and help her." Henry said with both hands free, and grabbed a large handful of diamond powder from his pocket The mixture with the ashes immediately entered the casting state. While chanting jerky spells, he sprinkled the two types of dust into the air. They seemed to be drawn by some kind of dark force, and evenly landed on Feili's naked body, emitting a faint red light at the same time.

Not long after, Aberdell was surprised to find that the corpse he was supporting suddenly began to tremble, his chest rose and fell slightly, and he could feel his heart beating weakly, as if the whole person was alive again. With an unbelievable expression on his face, he lightly touched the glowing skin with his hand, and was instantly bounced away by an unknown force.

"Don't touch it!" Henry warned with a fierce stare.

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

"Okay, now lay her flat, the next step is the last and most critical step, awakening the soul." Henry knelt down, put his forehead and the corpse together and chanted in a low voice: "I give you wisdom , give you the ability to think, give you an independent personality, wake up, Feili, my servant."

As soon as the voice fell, the body suddenly began to shake violently, followed by an extremely ear-piercing 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. Aberdell covered his ears even more with a pained expression, and the whole process lasted for a full second or two. Fortunately, the dark elves' buildings have good sound insulation, otherwise there would definitely be a big mess.

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

"How is it? The memory I instilled in you is not missing, right?" Henry asked, carefully looking at the whole body of the golem.

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