Something's wrong with my undead

Quelkus said that wooden teardrops can hold and accommodate human emotions.

Huiyue also said that with some technologies similar to the void capsule, it can be made into a portable animal pen to accommodate battle pets.

So Heine was not sure for the moment whether the bottle in front of him contained an emotion like anger, or a powerful being disguised in a weird shape.

So he still didn't dare to touch the brown leather fragment rashly.

But he remembered the red liquid separated from Brother Flathead's soul.

He took out the bottle filled with anger, but the red liquid at the bottom was still peaceful.

"This is the 'blood power' similar to wind energy. There is no danger, I can guarantee it."

Heine said and looked at Dylan: "There may be a connection between the two. Do you have any ideas?"

As a genuine necromancer who has created blood puppets, Dylan specializes in blood in the study of flesh, bone, and soul.

After all, the Gitil family had raised hundreds of blood servants.

Dylan took the bottle and signaled Heine to open the mental barrier on the bottle.

A trace of blood was drawn out.

The strong smell of blood immediately filled the entire cave.

Heine was a little intolerable, but Dylan's expression remained normal.

"I have a question."

He said: "According to your statement, the so-called ancestor spirits of the Zanluo people are the souls of ordinary people plus the shared fighting consciousness. So in the sealed area of ​​​​the McCalla Mountains, as the souls were sent In the magic circle, where is the fighting consciousness? Is it still in this thing?"

That makes sense... Heine couldn't help but think.

"But why can't we feel it?" he asked.

Dylan: "If consciousness is bound to energy, it's probably because we haven't reached the level of absorbing this energy... Isn't there a fifth-level Zanluo prisoner? That guy with a snake-like appearance, named Carrick Right?

"His ancestor's spirit was cut off by you, his soul was ripped away, and the part that appeared red under the Eyes of the Dead returned to his body. Where are the others?"

"Unfortunately, there is nothing unusual about him." Heine shook his head: "Before my skeleton raided the Zanluo Plateau, I went to talk to him about this matter. He probably thought that Ursa would come sooner or later, and we would have to come sooner or later. Damn, you won’t cooperate at all.”

As soon as he finished saying this, there were two bangs outside.

Heine was surprised: "Artillery?"

These are two cannons removed from the Fire Bronze airship.

Because it was swept by the shock wave of the dung truck, its power was greatly reduced, so it was simply removed from the airship and placed here.

He hurriedly pulled four people out of the arena.

Mr. Sa: "What the hell? What's going on? I just learned to split the wind arrow with Saberia?"

Teacher Xia: "Who knows, aren't the brothers watching you too?"

As they were led out of the cave by Heine and brought to the source of the explosion, the four of them suddenly exclaimed.

Wei Dianyuan: "What the hell is this? A strange beast? Why is it so sexy?"

What appeared in front of everyone was a bloody giant snake lying in a pool of blood.

More like a leech than a snake.

It was about four meters long, and its bloated body was constantly squirming and deforming.

There were a few rags in the pool of blood, which turned out to be Carrick's clothes.

Without Heine's explanation, the four skeletons had already started to move.

Teacher Xia dived in, took a step forward and threw out the black flying shield wrapped in holy light. Wei Dian Yuan's shadow javelin had been constructed.

"You guys are still too young! My brother is a hunter!"

Mr. Sa used his bow and shot an arrow. The arrow was carried by the cyan air current and flew out before everyone could attack.

However, there was a cannon blast faster than him.

The blood snake's body was instantly blown into two pieces.

It used its last strength to twist a few times and then stopped moving.

Mr. Sa: “Fuck, my experience!!!”

Teacher Xia: "Ow, hunter!"

Wei Dian Yuan: "Wow, wow, wow, hunter!"

Catching Sheep: "You are indeed too young."

...

Todd jumped down from the platform where the gun mount was installed and looked at Instructor Sa as if he was taking credit.

Mr. Sa: "Brother Wei, can you teach me how to put a question mark?"

Wei Dianyuan: "Don't think about it, your intelligence is too low."

Mr. Sa: "Damn..."

Passing through the skeletons, Todd came to Heine.

He was about to report, but was interrupted by Dylan's exclamation.

"This is……"

Dylan's eyes suddenly widened. He took out his wand and tapped it in the air a few times, chanting a spell.

Heine also opened the Eye of the Dead, and suddenly saw an illusory figure being pulled over by Dylan.

Damn it?

"What kind of magic is this?" he couldn't help but asked in surprise.

Necromancers all know one axiom:

The process of the law of life and death cannot be interfered by mortals, and the souls of the dead must first go to the Shadow Realm.

The reason why Thanatos can be revered as Hades and regarded as a false god by other believers is because he really interfered with the laws of gods.

"The key to the problem is not me. As you can see, this is the soul that has escaped the law."

Dylan said expressionlessly: "Theoretically, this process cannot even be observed. Some powerful souls may be able to see it, but they are absolutely unable to intervene. There is indeed something wrong with the souls of the Zanluo people."

He tried to communicate with the group of figures, but all he got was random gibbering and unintelligible murmurs.

"How's it going?" Heine asked, "Any reaction?"

"No, it's as if it had been dipped in the Soul-Profane River. It has lost even the most basic human consciousness."

Dylan frowned.

The shadow in his hand struggled violently and showed signs of dissipating.

Heine suddenly felt something in his heart.

"Try this!"

He pulled out the pool of blood in the bottle, and the shadow immediately stuck to it and blended into it.

Then, the blood energy that was supposed to escape turned into a bloody figure hanging in the air, motionless.

Dylan tried to communicate with him, but the shadow shrank back into the bottle in fright.

"He is resisting me. This is a sign of intellectual improvement. Can you communicate with him?" he asked.

Heine also shook his head.

"It seems to be some kind of messy... messy aggregation of ideas that cannot accurately express itself."

That's what he said, but in fact he had a strong sense of déjà vu, but he couldn't explain it clearly in the current environment.

This is a compressed file.

The compressed file could be opened, and he had a glimpse of some of its contents.

But it's all gibberish.

He is not a person who can absorb the power of blood, so there is no corresponding "way to open it".

Just like opening an e-book in epub format with Notepad.

"It would be nice if we had a 'river' too."

Dylan said suddenly.

"In this way, the aggregated consciousness can be split apart and useful information can be found. Not only the souls from the Zanluo Plateau, but also the black pollutants from the magic network you mentioned can also be extracted for research."