Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 110: Headless God Corpse
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The palpitating power exuded from the ancient sarcophagus, and Ron's feeling of anxiety became stronger and stronger.
He took a deep breath and tried to suppress the frantic beating heart, "Since it's here, let's see what is in the sarcophagus!"
Ron slowly approached the ancient sarcophagus, pressed his hands flat on the lid of the sarcophagus, and with a violent force, the heavy lid of the sarcophagus was slowly lifted, revealing a gap.
"Call—"
A stale air oozes out, causing Ron to cough several times.
"From--"
Ron yelled and pulled the lid of the entire sarcophagus away.
"Boom..." With a sound, the lid of the coffin fell to the ground, and the sky filled the sky with smoke, making Ron cough very well.
The smoke cleared, Ron barely opened his eyes, and finally saw the contents of the sarcophagus through the light of Ye Mingzhu.
But what was in front of him surprised him, and the disturbing feeling of palpitation was finally found, which came from inside the sarcophagus.
What's in the sarcophagus, a corpse, this is normal, but this corpse has no head.
The corpse was naked to the upper body, showing strong muscles. The lower body was only wearing a pair of long trousers. Its limbs, hands and feet were intact, except for a head. What made Ron most confused and puzzled Seeing that the dust on this sarcophagus shows that it is a bit old, but the headless corpse in the coffin still looks like it has just died. Its muscles are not only still there, but also the same as before. The bronze muscles are bright yellow. Gloss.
"Strange! It seems that this sarcophagus should be at least many years old, why this corpse hasn't decayed yet?" Ron was surprised. Normally, a corpse is placed in the coffin and will change within a few years. It's a pile of bones.
"Isn't he dead yet?" Ron's mind suddenly came up with a thought that shocked him. He reached out and touched it boldly, his tentacles were cold, it was indeed a long time since he died.
Ron secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It's incredible that a person can live without a head. But thinking about it, a headless corpse hasn't decayed after so many years. Even more incredible?
The headless corpse was lying quietly in the sarcophagus, looking strange and terrifying indescribably.
"So familiar feeling! What exactly is this feeling? How can it make me feel... fear..." Necromancer is a profession that deals with corpses. Ordinary people may be afraid of seeing corpses, but Necromancers do not Yes, but this corpse was different. He made Ron, the necromancer, truly feel the fear, and that fear came from the bottom of my heart.
Suddenly, Ron slapped his head, "By the way, I remember, the power of death, that kind of fear is like the palpitating power of using the power of death..."
He cast his eyes on the headless corpse, "Why? This corpse also has supernatural power?"
Ron's eyes opened wide, "Could it be..."
The answer is ready, God! In addition to gods, who else can possess divine power?
Ron's breathing has become extremely rapid. He looked at the headless corpse in the sarcophagus in disbelief. Is this corpse in front of him actually God?
"Unfortunately, it would be great if Grandpa Huo Meilin was here... He is so knowledgeable, he must know a lot of things, and he may even know the origin of this corpse..." Ron thought in his heart, he couldn't help but miss Grandpa Huo Meilin came, earlier, Huo Meilin was dormant in the crystal coffin in the soul ring, and had not come out for many days.
The beating heart calmed down a bit. Ron looked at the corpse in front of him carefully, but the broken head seemed to have been cut off by some magic weapon. The incision was flat, and the red blood inside was vaguely visible.
"What a powerful sword, but I don't know who did it. It's really not easy for this guy to cut off the head of a **** with one sword." Ron thought silently.
Sighing for a moment at the unfortunate fate of the people in the sarcophagus, Ron stood up and looked around. The whole tomb was empty. There was nothing but this sarcophagus.
Ron couldn't help being a little disappointed. It took so long to come here, and he was destined to return empty-handed, because according to those third-rate knight novels, there are always treasures in the basements.
"It seems that there is still a big distance between the novel and reality..." He smiled self-deprecatingly, and stood up to leave.
I just walked a few steps, suddenly my heart moved.
Wait, Ron turned his head abruptly and stared at the headless corpse on the ground, his eyes shining, isn't this corpse of the **** the greatest treasure?
His heart suddenly flashed through the "corpse refining formation" that Grandpa Huomelin taught him. If the corpse of this **** was sacrificed into a manipulable corpse, what would it be?
Although Ron’s current strength can only refine zombies and retain 50% of the deceased’s strength during his lifetime, 50% of the corpse of a **** is already terrifying. What kind of point can it reach after being refined into a zombie? Ron was looking forward to it.
But what puzzles Ron even more is that this corpse has no head anymore, can it be successfully refined into a zombie? Ron was very skeptical.
He gritted his teeth, "No matter what, I have to try it." With Ron's character, he won't give up if he doesn't try.
Just do it, Ron sat down, took out the refining materials from the space bag, and placed them on the ground one by one. With his thoughts, the power of the soul continued to overflow, and the bones were inserted according to the law. On the ground, put in a strange formation.
The corpse refining formation!
After more than half an hour of struggle, the complex and mysterious corpse refining formation was finally declared complete.
Immediately afterwards, Ron ran to the sarcophagus, dragged the headless corpse out, placed it in the eyes of the corpse refining formation, and waited quietly.
"Hey, why is there no response? Could it be that the magic circle made a mistake?" After waiting for more than half an hour, without any response, Ron couldn't help scratching his head.
Suddenly, Ron patted his head, "Oh, yes, I remember, Grandpa Khomelin said that the refining of corpses must be at night, after twelve o'clock..."
In the gloomy basement, there is no clear distinction between day and night. Ron doesn't know what time it is. If the corpse refining array does not work, there is no doubt that it is daytime.
No way, Ron had to sit down and start a long wait.
Time passed by minute by minute, and finally, the night fell, and the magic circle shone brightly.
"Come!" Ron's heart was in ecstasy. He carefully suppressed the excitement in his heart, stood up, and reached out to hold both eyes.
A powerful soul force poured in madly, and the corpse refining formation finally began to operate.
At this time, Ron felt that his soul power was madly absorbed, and was emptied all at once, shocking him.
"Why? This corpse has absorbed so much soul power from me?"
"Not good! In this way, I will soon be sucked into a man..." The absorption of the corpse refining formation continued, and Ron was shocked, trying to take his hand out, but saw that his hand was held firmly. Attached to it, I can’t move even if I want to.
Ron’s forehead was full of cold sweat, and he felt a slight threat of death. The power required for this corpse to be made into a zombie is extremely large, and his soul power can’t support it. Next, this corpse should absorb His flesh and blood was gone, until he was emptied, his heart sank, with only one thought, "This is over!"
Just as Ron was helpless, he only felt the soul ring on his right hand move, and a soul power quickly added to his spiritual consciousness. This was only a short period of time. In Ron's feeling, it was like Ten thousand years have passed.
"It's dangerous, I escaped!" Ron breathed a sigh of relief. Before he recovered, he only felt that his soul power was like a cocoon, and was emptied again.
"Come again?" Ron's heart mentioned his throat again, but fortunately, the soul ring gushed out a soul power again and quickly added it.
At this time, Ron seemed to be tormented in heaven and hell. After a while, his soul power was taken away, and then he was replenished again, until later, Ron simply input the soul power of the soul ring into the corpse-refining magic circle.
"Huh...huh..." Ron's physical strength has reached its limit at this time, and big beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead, dripping onto the ground, and small puddles appeared, but , Ron was surprised to find that the suction power in the corpse refining array was getting weaker and weaker, and the magic array emitted a very dazzling light.
"It's about to succeed!" Ron was ecstatic, and he rushed in with all his soul power.
The absorption stopped, and the magic circle no longer needed Ron's soul power to start its own operation, and the fingers of the headless corpse lying in the eyes of the circle moved slightly.
At this time, a beam of light rose into the sky, shining on the ceiling of the tomb, and then bounced back, illuminating the entire tomb brightly, making people unable to open their eyes.
"It succeeded!" Ron almost jumped up and cheered, but his knees softened and he fell to the ground. His energy was almost exhausted, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
The light dissipated, revealing the refined headless corpse. I don't know when the headless corpse has stood up, as if waiting for Ron's order.
Ron glanced intently. The headless corpse was no different from before. The only change was that the previous palpitating power had disappeared.
"The refining of a corpse into a zombie can only retain 50% of its strength during his lifetime. It seems that the refining of this zombie has been successful!" Ron thought happily, without wiping off the sweat from his forehead. Know how powerful it can be!"
He is looking forward to the strength of this headless corpse.
Ron approached with a smile, and said to the headless corpse, "From now on, you are my servant. You must obey my orders unconditionally..." Then, he took his soul The brand was injected into the body of the headless **** corpse.
"Wait, it's not right!" At this moment, Ron felt the soul imprint he entered was repelled, his fingers flicked away, and a trace of misfortune flashed across his mind.
At this time, the headless corpse suddenly moved. It actually raised its fist and blasted Ron with a punch. The fist made a strong sound of breaking through the air, wiping a little spark in the air...