Shamet's head flew high and rolled several times after smashing to the ground. The face was facing the captain, and it still maintained Shamet's expression of disbelief before his death.

"Ignorance. ”

The captain looked into Shamet's blank eyes and sneered expressionlessly.

He was calm and excited now, and he could feel the freeze-frame hourglass impatient. But I don't know why, my heart is very calm, like stepping on a bug without any fluctuations.

He clenched his fists.

A bowl-sized hole appeared in the captain's chest, from which the freeze-frame hourglass slowly floated out.

"Approve of me......"

The captain muttered to himself.

The hourglass has become smaller and can be held in one. The purple wooden frame is carved with small grooves, each with three golden fine lines intertwined. The hourglass's connecting pipe is made of black metal, and two tiny green clusters of light are spinning wildly on the top half of the glass ball.

"Buzz!"

The hourglass seemed to chirp with pleasure. It swayed its body from side to side, like a dangling bell.

Countless crimson tentacles that wriggled wildly reached out of the hourglass and poked out for Shamet's corpse.

"Poor Shamet ......"

The captain narrowed his eyes, shook his head and sighed.

The tentacles came into contact with Shamet's corpse and became even more frenzied. In the blink of an eye, the severed neck of the corpse was filled with dense tentacles, like a person who had been thirsty for three days was drinking wildly.

The corpse was shriveling at a rate visible to the naked eye, its skin turning grayish-white and clinging to the bones, and the warlock robes, which had been more formidable, had fallen loosely.

The captain watched this scene with extreme excitement, his body was hot, his mouth was dry, and he even had a physiological reaction.

"Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!T

The hourglass shook violently, and two strange green lights flickered on the drop-shaped glass ball, and the tentacles disconnected from the hourglass connection as if they were afraid of the green light, and all of them burrowed into Shamet's corpse.

The severed neck of the corpse was under the skin, and the tentacles were wriggling, like staggered tree roots growing under the skin, making people's necks cold.

"Wow!!"

The hourglass looked furious, shaking more and more violently, and emitting a high-pitched chirp. But the tentacles didn't care about the hourglass's reaction, and kept squirming under the skin of the corpse's severed neck.

More than a dozen tentacles reached out from the corpse and poked in the direction of the skull. Although it was a wriggling forward, it was extremely fast, and in less than a few seconds, more than a dozen tentacles were all stretched into the skull.

This strange scene made the captain unclear what the situation was, but he vaguely felt that something was wrong. His excitement had faded, and now all that remained was the uneasiness in his heart.

He glanced back, then quickly turned back. It seemed to be foggy now, and there was still a fog behind him, and he felt that the current situation was somewhat out of the control of the giants and the hourglass.

Before I knew it, my forehead was covered with fine sweat.

The skull had been pulled up to the neck by tentacles, and the head of a normal human was very different from the gray, withered body.

The tentacles in the severed neck and skull of the corpse were as frantic as boiling water bubbled as they were about to make contact.

This particularly strange scene made the captain's scalp tingle.

He finally felt the fear.

Look at the tentacles like this, it looks like they want to repair the corpse and resurrect Shamet!

When Shamet comes to life, he doesn't know what will happen, he doesn't know what kind of weird creature he is, he has never heard of a tentacle monster like this, let alone a dried corpse resurrected by tentacles.

The captain gripped his sword and looked around.

The smell of blood filled the air, attracting a lot of monsters to watch, but they were all weak and troublesome little monsters, not a threat. The giant tree surrounded by the dense fog was not unusual, and the one on the right still had a white mark from the previous battle. The giant didn't follow, and such a huge body could be seen by himself at a glance.

The giant is not here, the hourglass is not in his body, the consumption of his own battle has been restored, and when the tentacles and hourglass complete this strange resurrection, I don't know if it will happen, and I am likely to be more than lucky.

Run!

The captain roared in his heart.

Aiming in an unfamiliar direction that was not the way to go or the way to come, he rushed out.

This aimless walk made it more likely that he would escape from the monster's mouth. Regardless of whether he will die in the mouth of other monsters, escape from the danger in front of him first.

The misty forest is not illuminated by sunlight, and this thick fog never seems to be broken, and the difference between day and night is only a slight change in the color of the fog.

In two breaths, he had already run more than ten meters. Glancing back, he was slightly relieved to find that the hourglass and tentacles had not paid attention to him.

He turned his head and noticed a large fist suddenly appear in front of his face.

Caught off guard, he tried to slow down in fear, but he didn't have time to slow down at high speed.

"Bang!"

The captain's head slammed straight into the fist, and with a dull explosion, the skull turned into a mist of blood, mixed with white liquid and hard lumps.

Another headless corpse, it was thrown out of the air for more than ten meters with inertia and then slammed to the ground, the armor rubbing against the ground made a tooth-aching sound.

Phil withdrew his fist.

His entire upper body was covered in blood, and his face was splattered with drops of blood.

The fist was only a slight bruise, and this strong physical quality surprised Phil himself.

Phil is very strange, the captain is not good to go after Shamet, on the one hand, he has a lot of experience in the glorious swordsman, and on the other hand, he is just a rookie warlock, and he doesn't need to think about it to know that this is a one-sided slaughter.

Things are also going pretty well.

He could feel that the hourglass activation ritual was going on normally, with the nightmare tentacles creating puppets to use as containers, and the puppets offering sacrifices to activate the hourglass.

Phil felt that the hourglass activation ritual was still necessary to take a look.

So he picked a relatively hidden path and walked there, and when he was about to arrive, he saw the captain running towards him.

Did the captain realize that he would be controlled by himself as his puppet in the future, so he planned to sneak away? Phil really couldn't think of any other reason.

Since this can only be killed, anyway, the host escaping is no different from dying, and the hourglass activation ritual can no longer be completed.

He was a little depressed, a good test specimen was gone, and he couldn't see the power of the hourglass after activation.

While the ceremony was still over, Phil walked over to the captain's corpse and stripped him of his armor and clothing.

It has been so long since the resurrection, and he has been naked. No human could remember doing that, and he was slightly ashamed.

The captain is nearly two meters tall and has a strong muscle body that has been trained all year round, but he is still a little short of Phil. The clothes were bulging by Phil, and the armor was only worn by Phil by bending some joints.

The black armor fits Phil's muscles tightly, and there are fine coats of arms on the left and right shoulders, which are a little incongruous at the joints, but the overall Infir's tall body looks very powerful.

Phil quietly walked into the place where the ceremony took place.

By this time, Shamet's head had been connected to her body, and the original cut had disappeared, replaced by irregular black stripes about a centimeter wide around her neck.

Above the black line is a blood-colored human head, and below the black line is gray, thin, skinny and bone.

"Really...... Strange funny. ”

Phil looked a little weird, he seemed to know why the captain was running away, which was too weird.

It turned out to be a puppet made by the Nightmare Tentacles, pieced together from dried corpses and tender human heads.

Phil's expression gradually became solemn, the ritual was about to be completed, and the host died, so what happened?

Shamet's body lay there silently, the tentacles had all disappeared, and only the hourglass was still shaking violently in midair.

Suddenly, the golden streaks in the hourglass groove shone blindly, making Phil squint slightly.

The light seemed to be looking for something, and swept back and forth around the hourglass, not feeling the host make the light seem impatient.

The light hesitated as it swept over Phil's body, but he was disappointed when he realized that Phil was not the host, and the light dimmed a lot.

There is no trace of the host at all.

A quarter of an hour later, the light gave up strafing, and it faded, leaving only specks of fluorescence in the hourglass grooves.

"Whew!!"

The hourglass let out a long grief.

It couldn't help it, and a wrist-thick purple ray shot out of the hourglass and hit Shamet's forehead.

A very complicated-looking purple circle appeared on Shamet's forehead, and dense incantations were engraved in the circle.

Seven black lines appeared from the circle on his forehead, slowly crawling all over Shamet's face.

The rays slowly faded away, and a faint cloud, also purple, enveloped Shamet's body. After doing this, the hourglass fell to the ground, and the eerie luster of the whole body was gone, and now it looked like an ordinary wooden hourglass.

Phil had been watching carefully, and now the hourglass didn't seem to be completely inactive as before, but more like a semi-sleep, its basic functions were activated.

Phil didn't wait long, no more than ten minutes, the clouds and mist on Shamet's body had already dissipated, but he didn't change anything, the black lines still remained on his face, the combination of a living human head and a dried corpse.

The only difference was that his eyes were rejuvenated.

Unlike before, these eyes no longer have the same sparkle as they once were, but are a mixture of madness, resentment, and rage.

Shamet stood up straight, ignoring Phil, bending down to grab the hourglass and extending several tentacles from his wrists, wrapping around the hourglass and melting it into the parched skin.

He put on his hood, hiding his entire face under it, grasped his staff, and walked with an unusually stiff stride towards the outskirts of the Misty Forest.

His voice lost its emotional fluctuations, as if it was following someone to chant.

"Your Name's Nightmare......"

"Your name is a nightmare. ”

"My Name Nightmare ......"

"My name is a nightmare. ”

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