After the spirit sub-transfer goes wrong

Under the dim light, the magic formula that had just been created broke away from Solomon's body, and rolled onto the big soft bed in the bedroom with a grunt.

There is no dazzling light, because the user's manipulation of magic power has reached the extreme, and there are no visions from the sky, because there are witches waiting to disturb the sky.

The light red color smudged on the bed, adding a lingering smell of blood in the bedroom for no reason. On the round and transparent surface of the magic formula, there were still drops of blood that dripped down when the magic circuit was stripped off.

Isis stretched out her hand to support the pale-faced Solomon, who was looking at the familiar who could be said to be the culmination of the magic king's life's abilities without emotion, as if stripping a part of the magic circuit would have no effect on him.

Only at this time can she clearly feel what the so-called heartless king really is.

Solomon stared at the thing that was stuck in the bed and rolled slightly from time to time, and there seemed to be stars shining in his eyes.

"The magic formula is perfect."

"But you need to rest."

The queen of Israel poured a cup of bubbling, slushy potion into the weakened king's mouth.

That round object that looks like a transparent jelly is the prototype of the future "Solomon 72 Demon God", a beast of mercy that burns away human reason.Referring to the structures of angels, dragons, and elves, the limit that human intelligence can reach, and using rare and precious items in the world as materials, the "nameless familiar" was born at this moment.

The magic circuit remaining in the body twitched and screamed, and a huge vitality overflowed from the forcibly divided section. The sharp pain like an awl traveled up the nerves, trying to stir the brain of the body owner into a ball of paste.

Solomon drank the potion in one breath, and then squeezed the only remaining circuit with his expression as usual. The glow of healing magic lit up from the rolled up flesh and blood, and he was back to his original state in the next second.

Isis took a light breath, and Solomon's habit of using the knife on her body even if she didn't feel the pain, she still felt pain when she watched it.

"Healing magic will only restore the surface. It will have no effect on the damage to your circuit at all. Instead, it will worsen your injury. If you want me to say, you should leave all the government affairs to your father, and let me heal your injuries first. Get out. Seriously, you are the only guy in the world who can make me clean up the mess because everyone is messing around like this."

God knows if half of the loops will go out, and the rest of the loops will heal themselves, and they will be spliced ​​together in a mess, making it look like it was hit by the origin bomb.

"Thank you, Isis."

The black-skinned and white-haired king was so weak that he couldn't even move a finger. He smiled and let Isis play with him. He still stared at the magic beast that was originally designed to deal with monsters, but under a sudden inspiration, it became the highest magic masterpiece in his life. Or the familiar of "Another Solomon".

A familiar that maintains and corrects human reason, this should be the true function of this familiar.

……

The blood-stained royal robe was thrown out, and the carpet was cleaned under the magic effect.Solomon lay on the bed on his back, watching the little ball that had just been born rolled around on the bed, wandered around on the quilt for a while, and then cracked into 72 transparent jelly balls of the same size. Exploring in one side of the world.

The familiar, which should be an inanimate body, unexpectedly showed curiosity like a human child at this moment.

The overflowing magic power and vitality condensed under the constraints of the bedroom circle.

Just when Isis finished other chores and was holding the box to put the fist-sized transparent jelly into it, the small balls scattered everywhere suddenly woke up, and the big balls that were aggregated jumped three feet high, like a Like the little cub protecting the food, he sucked up the remaining vitality in the air, and even approached Solomon to continue devouring Xiaoyuan.

Before he could explain, he quickly picked up a bedtime story and beat him hard.

slap-

Staring at the familiar who was patted into a corner and spread into pancakes, and then scattered into a pile of small balls, Solomon unexpectedly remembered a certain sport called "ping-pong" in later generations.

Isis raised the "racket" in her hand high and clicked her tongue twice.

"He has been vicious since he was a child."

No wonder it will backlash in the future.

"It's just that the degree of tacit understanding is not high enough." Solomon turned his head to look at the nameless familiar, whose long gray and soft hair covered the soft pillow, "Even blood relatives who are connected by flesh and blood will have a day of killing each other. A powerful familiar It’s normal not to want to be restrained.”

"Hey, this is the familiar that you made by stripping half of your own magic circuit. If you can't subdue it, it may swallow you up and become the 'King Solomon' yourself."

"No, at least I didn't observe any world line with my clairvoyance. It devoured me, so it is harmless to me, at least to me in life."

The queen, who was about to reprimand her, suddenly got stuck, and her shoulders slumped in resignation.

"I really lost to you... By the way, where is Romani, are you still sleeping?"

Solomon nodded slightly.

"Well, he said that he was afraid of pain and had little control over magic. He was afraid of disturbing me, so he sank directly."

As he was talking, he suddenly saw from the corner of his eye that the nascent familiars that had been patted by Isis on the ground and scattered into 72 small balls quietly gathered together again. The round surface was compressed to the limit, and there was a crisp sound. After that, he pointed at his queen and quickly bounced over.

……

A fist-sized transparent ball was bound by magic, suspended in mid-air, trying to break free from time to time, but turned into useless tremors under the control of the ancestor of magic.

"I think, before you use it, you should first teach it what it means to 'respect the old and love the young'."

Isis stared at the ball with a half-smile, watching it stop when it found that struggling was useless, and its naked malice toward her also turned into a covert.Needless to say, this little brat was just hurt by a beating. If given the chance, he would definitely pounce on her like a wolf and tear her to pieces.

Worse than Mordred's hapless boy.

"I have already instilled common sense in it, but how much it absorbs depends on itself. But I don't agree with you stuffing it into a box, without contact with the outside world, this familiar will never will start to grow."

"Tsk, I'd be happy that this guy who is full of malice towards me will never grow up." Isis looked at the transparent ball floating in the sky with nothing to do, and had begun to turn itself into a festive lantern, "Name It is the shortest spell, even the monsters in the outside world have their own names, after all, it is the crystallization of your lifelong magic, you can’t just call it ‘causing the devil to make the devil’, how about a name?”

It's better not to be Gaetia, the name Rehoboam is so good, it's perfect and appropriate.Even though he has grown quite old since he took the throne, he still acted recklessly, causing a whole country to split up. Isn't this just like Gaetia, a brat?

Gaitia stayed with Solomon for decades, but he didn't learn anything about the good things. He built a temple of time after his death, and then squatted at home for 3000 years. He didn't say that he wanted to experience life in the human world. Said to burn humanity?

……

Isis was lying beside him, her eyes were shining, and the little ball that had evolved into a festive lantern was drawn in a circle in the bedroom and locked up by her.

"Getia...it's called Getia, he is the pinnacle of my skills, and he deserves this name."

"..."

"…………"

"as long as you are happy."

The Queen of Israel replied sullenly, watching the familiar by the bed jumped up excitedly because she got her real name, and exploded into 72 small colored balls in mid-air.

At that moment, it was as if some kind of pre-determined destiny descended, silently blending into that ignorant familiar.The characteristics of being an intellectual body have become stronger and stronger, but they are still far from reaching sufficient maturity.human level.

An invisible connection was established, one end of the rope was held in Solomon's hand, and the other end was tied to the lifeless demon god.

What surprised Isis even more was that when she saw that transparent jelly ball began to clumsily imitate everything she saw like a cub, and foreseeing that it would ignite pan-human history in the future, she Did not give birth to any anxious state of mind.

Most of what fills my heart at the moment is pity for a certain king of Israel who started self-mutilation as soon as his brain twitched, and the irritability of cleaning up the mess in the future. The feeling that he used to be worried for a long time when he met a dog has long been thrown into the trash. of old antiques.

Hmm, this change in mood is probably due to the earth-shaking changes in strength from before, right?

Even if it is a problem that is almost unsolvable to ordinary people, such as the burning of human principles, if she wants to solve it with her current strength, all that is left is the labor of changing Akasha's records.

Thinking lazily like this, I saw that Getia, who gradually began to take shape, gradually grew larger, and his appearance became more and more like Solomon who was resting.The human-shaped familiar is lying on the ground, the wheat-colored limbs are covered with vaguely visible traces of circuits, the long gray hair is disheveled, and the inherent fierce eyes are not so much human as some kind of prehistoric beast .

The familiar, which had just taken human form, got up from the ground, instinctively wanting to approach the creator, and its crooked movements quickly became coordinated under constant adjustments.Almost in the blink of an eye, Getia completed the transformation from a sphere to a "person".

The turbulent magic power surged out, and the flimsy barrier that was placed casually under the torrent of support was declared broken in less than a second. The newborn cubs couldn't wait to spread their legs on the newly cleaned bed, and their sharp teeth stretched out automatically. —Solomon's bare arm.

boom--

The book full of disciplinary magic power imprinted a critical blow on the forehead, and after a short pause, what Gaitia saw was only the white ceiling of the Palace of the Pharaoh's Daughter.The way that should have reached the creator smoothly and sucked and enjoyed his flesh and blood was ruthlessly blocked.

A burning flame ignited from one 72nd part of the body, and the familiar who had been attacked several times and could not break free from the bondage turned red and bared his teeth at the guard in front of the bed.

This time, its target was that annoying but powerful woman.

……

Sent ruthlessly by his son to deal with government affairs, David, who was summoned urgently, listened to God’s words with a serious face, but his eyes could not stop wandering to that foolish boy who was rolling all over the floor.

Intangible and substanceless flames ignited from his body, burning every magic formula that made up that silly familiar.The faces resembling Solomon were tangled together in pain, the gray hair curled up in the flames, and the magic circuits engraved on the arms and legs melted into drops of golden liquid, flowing wantonly on the scorched skin...

Just standing here, you can faintly hear 72 different voices wailing in unison.

Oops, just listening to it, the ears suffered the torture equivalent to being in hell.

King David sighed unscrupulously, but had no sympathy for the powerful familiar created by that son.

The blood of the true god, even if it is diluted by the blood of mortals, can it be easily tolerated by the creation of Solomon's magic?Since you have the courage to offend the gods, you have to bear the corresponding consequences.

Despite the slander, the former king of Israel still maintained a pious expression, and cast his concern on Isis's finger.

On God's supposedly perfect index finger, a wound bitten by sharp canines suddenly appeared, and golden blood dripped down, burning small holes in the blanket spread on the ground.

"My lord, is it all right?"

After all, it is divine blood, if it spreads out, even those regional gods will go crazy because of it, right?Maybe in order to increase strength, the guys from Sumer can do things like killing Tiamat.

"What is this little injury?" Isis shook her fingers nonchalantly, and the wound and dirt disappeared instantly, "I think back when the world fell into the abyss (muffling), even the (muffling) He has been injured, was bitten by it? By the way, I am going to dispense medicine for Solomon, this guy will be handed over to you for a while, be careful not to let it run out."

"Lord...can I go to the ark if the stone doesn't work?"

"……cannot."

Ok.

David turned his head with a bitter expression on his face, looked at the magic formula that rolled on the ground and screamed, and still glared at him with red-hot eyes, and couldn't help covering his abdomen.

Stomach pain, he really wants to take stomach medicine.

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感谢在2020-01-2817：25：50～2020-01-2919：11：42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: Dad Qin, Dad Qin, my marriage, Mr. S one;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 31 bottles of Mu Qingyan; 7 bottles of Lilith; 5 bottles of light rain; 1 bottle of Solomon/Dr. Roman;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!