Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 68: Refining zombies

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"No matter what, this matter must be taken seriously, not taken lightly!" Pope Ernst said, putting his hands on the table, staring at the other nine giants and saying, "I think someone has to go there in person. , To find out the facts, and capture the heresy back, and this person must have the strength of a sanctuary powerhouse!"

Speaking, the Pope's eyes swept across Oliver, the Archon of Light, meaning that this is your duty and you should take it.

Olif nodded, just about to agree.

"Let's go!" At this moment, a person came in horizontally, and saw the Lord of the Temple of Pious, Light Commander Wharton stood up, his eyes flashed with a glimmer, and he walked towards Ernst A salute, "Your Majesty, leave this to me, I want to avenge the dead Holy Crusaders!"

Ernst thought for a while, nodded in agreement, "It's okay if you take a trip, if you can, bring him back alive!"

"Yes, Your Majesty the Pope!" Wharton knew that a living necromancer was more useful than a dead necromancer.

"Where is that guy now?" Wharton asked, turning his head.

"Asinaris is a major border town, I am afraid he has left the Holy Roman Empire now!" Oliver said.

"I think his destination should be the Roland Empire, now I want to come, I am afraid that only the Roland Empire can shelter him!" Oliver thought for a while and continued.

"That's for sure!" The pope nodded and said solemnly, "Never let him enter the Roland Empire. If that happens, we will be in trouble. The old guys in the Roland Empire are not easy to deal with!"

Wharton nodded expressionlessly, "Calculate the itinerary! He probably hasn't entered the Roland Empire yet. At the border of the Holy Roman Empire and the Roland Empire, there are still several countries separated."

Between big countries and big countries, there is generally a buffer zone formed by several small countries, otherwise it is very prone to war.

"If my guess is right! He should have come to Babalin..." said Boulder, the Lord of the Temple of Honor, who has not spoken, "I suggest that the Holy Roman Empire send out the Royal Griffin Knights Go to Babalin to search!"

"Yes, that Necromancer destroyed their Asinaris, they should do something too!" Wharton said with a smile.

The Holy See's behavior has always been domineering, and this time is no exception, but they seem to have forgotten one thing. Babalin, which borders the Holy Roman Empire, is an independent sovereign country...

……

After leaving the Holy Roman Empire, Ron rode a skeletal warrior into a country called Babalin.

Leaving the Holy Roman Empire is indeed different. Ron feels that his breathing is much more free. He can safely ride on the back of the skeleton warrior. Even the exposed pedestrians and mercenaries are only slightly surprised. No one cares about him, but no one interrogates him along the way, and no one even gives him an interesting look.

Babalin has a long border with the Holy Roman Empire. Many of them are in uninhabited areas. Sometimes no one is seen for hundreds of kilometers. Ron eats and sleeps all the way, hunting to maintain food and clothing. Fortunately, he I have stayed in the dark forest and have strong survivability in the wild, otherwise it will be difficult to sustain it.

At night, in an unknown forest, Ron sat cross-legged on the ground, and a fire rose next to him. The flames on the fire were beating and making a "crackling" sound. There was a pile of chicken bones under his feet, showing It was not long after eating.

At this time, there was a corpse in front of Ron. It was Aryan. His face was pale, his eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and he remained the same as before.

The time in the space bag is static, and the corpse won’t be broken for a long time, so it becomes one of the essential items for mercenaries. When they hunt a strange animal, they put the corpse in the space bag and directly Sold to the Chamber of Commerce, the Chamber of Commerce will make these corpses into various materials, and then sell them to mercenaries.

The whole body of a strange animal is a treasure. Generally speaking, a complete corpse can be sold more expensively. Unfortunately, Ron didn't understand this at the beginning, and he only took the sperm core.

"Grandpa Khomelin, what use do you want the corpse of Father Aryan?" Ron asked puzzled.

"Haha!" Huo Meilin touched his beard and asked with a smile, "Ron, do you want to suddenly improve your strength?"

"Improve strength?" Ron was surprised and delighted, what does he rely on to survive in this world? It's not money, not power, but strength. If you have strength, you will be respected by others. If you have strength, you can have everything you want.

Ron was not taken to his head by Aryan’s tempting thoughts. He thought for a while before he said, “Grandpa Huo Meilin, don’t you say that cultivation must be done step by step? Anyone who barely improves his own strength through external forces is an evil way. , And there are gains and losses, like the soul burning this undead magic, while gaining power, you also pay a dear price..."

Huo Meilin smiled, "Step by step is correct, but what I said about improving strength is not a crooked way. In the natural disaster church of Omros 100,000 years ago, there was a very powerful profession..."

Looking at Ron's incomprehensible expression, Huo Meilin smiled and blurted out, "The corpse—"

"Witch?"

"Yes! Corpse witch!" Khomelin seemed to think of the past. He looked into the distance and said faintly, "The corpse witch is also a branch of undead magic. They practice the technique of controlling the corpse. To be honest, I It is indeed annoying to see those guys who study corpses all day long, but I have to admit that they are extremely powerful!"

"The technique of controlling the corpse, to put it plainly, is to control the corpse to fight. According to the different level of the corpse, it can be divided into three levels: zombie, zombie and spirit corpse. Among them, zombies have 50% of the strength of the dead before their lives, and they move slowly. It has 80% of the strength of the deceased during his lifetime, which is more violent and difficult to control. The corpse has 100% of the strength of the deceased during his lifetime, which is almost the same as ordinary people..."

"Ron, think about it, this guy is a teacher-level, seventh-level light priest. If he is made into a zombie, he has 50% of his life strength, and his strength is at least equivalent to that of a senior priest. Then, you Just have a companion with the strength of a senior priest, doesn't this greatly enhance your strength?"

The profession of pastor can be divided into several levels: apprentice pastor, pastor, bright pastor, great bright pastor, and holy word pastor. Huo Meilin is right.

"Really, can this improve my strength?" Ron said in surprise, "Grandpa Huo Meilin, teach me now!"

……

In front of Ron, a large space was sorted out. Within the space, various complicated patterns criss-crossed, making it extremely complicated. If people who don't understand see it, they will be dazzled.

"Zone Refining Array!"

With Ron’s current strength, he can only refine zombies. He can't refine corpses at the level like zombies and spirit corpses. Among them, refining zombies requires the strength of a sergeant, and refining zombies requires the strength of a teacher. , And refining the corpse requires the strength of a master level, and for the saint corpse, it needs the strength of a sanctuary powerhouse.

The formation of corpse refining is much more complicated than the forging formation that Ron has learned. Even under the guidance of Huo Meilin, he still made the mistake three times, and it took a few times to get the magic formation right.

In the magic circle, sharp bone spurs stand in a peculiar formation. Aryan’s body lies in the middle, with various bones criss-crossing, looking from a distance, it looks like an exquisite artwork. general.

Huo Meilin said, "The refining of corpses must be done at night. It is absolutely not possible during the day, and the time of refining is very particular. Usually it starts at 12 o'clock in the morning. At that time, it is the middle of the day. When the Yin Qi is heaviest..."

"If the refining fails, the corpse will be destroyed. You can only complete the refining once a night, but there is no limit to the number of corpses..."

In other words, a lot of corpses can be refined. Ron listened carefully and said, "Grandpa Khomelin, that doesn’t mean that if you have the opportunity, you can make more corpses of the strong. Zombie army."

Huo Meilin smiled and said, "How can the body of a strong man be so easy to obtain? Moreover, if the body is destroyed, it will never be restored. You think it is your skeleton warrior..."

Homerin continued, "If the corpse is not severely injured, it can still be repaired. For example, your "death coil" can heal the corpse. If the vital victim is hit, the zombie will be useless..." /

He paused, glanced at Ron, and his tone became serious, "I solemnly tell you that the heart of the zombie is in the heart. If the heart is destroyed, the zombie will stop acting. This sentence is a secret, you Never spread it out..."

"Yes..." Ron replied with a wink in his heart.

At this time, the corpse refining formation radiated a faint light, which made Ron extremely surprised.

Huo Meilin said, "The Corpse Refining Array has been activated."

Lightning entangled the bone spurs on the ground, constantly wandering around Aryan's body, making a "cracking" sound.

The corpse refining array glowed, and began to absorb the yin qi from the sky and the ground.

"Now, pour soul power into the eyes of the array..." Huo Meilin urged.

Ron didn't dare to neglect, he pressed the eye with one hand, and at the same time his heart moved, a steady flow of soul power was continuously injected into the eye.

At this time, Ron has broken through to become a senior necromancer, and his soul power is much stronger than at the beginning. If the previous soul power was a small stream, then it is now a small pond.

Ron felt that his soul power was absorbed desperately by Aryan's corpse, and after a while, most of it had been absorbed.

Aryan is a teacher-level strength, and the mere soul power is not enough for him to absorb. Ron gritted his teeth and injected all the remaining soul power.

At this time, the corpse refining array began to light up, and Aryan's body seemed to be supported by a magical force, slowly floating.

Ron was sweating profusely, at this time his soul power had almost been sent to the corpse refining formation.

I don't know how long it took, the light of the Corpse Refining Array gradually dimmed, but Ron almost collapsed.

Huo Meilin's soul body has been standing next to Ron, his eyes have been fixed on the changes in the corpse refining formation. Suddenly, his eyebrows are raised, and a hint of joy flashes in his eyes, "It's..."

At this moment, Aryan suddenly stood up straight, giving Ron a good start.

"He... is he moving?" Ron said tremblingly, pointing to Aryan's body.

"Nonsense, how can you fight if you don't move?" Huo Meilin scolded, "Get up, this is the first time I have seen someone frightened by the corpse I refined!"

Ron got up and smiled embarrassedly.

"Return his weapon to him, so you have one more helper!"

Ron returned the seized scepter to him, and Aryan took it, but his eyes were dull and dull, like a walking dead.

Ron scratched his head and asked, "How to control this...?"

Homelin said, "You don't need to control the zombies, you just need to give orders!"

"Go one step!" Ron tried to give orders to Aryan's body. Sure enough, Aryan's body stretched out and took a step.

"Hehe, that's the case!" Ron clapped his hands and laughed. He also pointed at Aryan and did a lot of actions. Aryan was like a puppet.

At this time, the sky is already bright...