Hurry up, throw the next one into this pot, and give the soul to God as you like!"

The dark alchemist Xiupandieu urged his little demons to hurry up and work, and wiped the fishy liquid in his hands with a silk handkerchief, his movements were as delicate and gentle as a woman, and his well-maintained fair skin could make all the noble ladies ashamed of themselves, and the smooth and slender nails of the trimmed could be seen in the style of some high-class artists, and his pale cheeks and melancholy temperament were more aristocratic than those of the aristocracy. 【Latest Chapter Reading.】A robe as luxurious as an emperor dragged to the cold stone slab on the ground.

He looked at the iron pot hanging halfway up his waist with a look of disgust, these filthy lizardmen seemed to have been wallowing in the mud of decaying plants and corpses since they were born, until they died, the thing had mixed with the scales on their bodies to form a gelatinous body that could not be separated, and although the blazing blue alchemy fire had boiled everything in the pot to the point of separation, the gurgling bubbles were all sour and rotten.

The cloudy pulp that fluttered in it could make anyone vomit out everything they had eaten in their stomach a few days ago.

A clever little demon handed over a clean silk handkerchief, and it was clear from his master's expression and his throbbing fingers that he was about to want something.

What else could it be?

"Ah, that's it. At a glance, I saw the little devil walking over, and there was surprise in my eyes.

The little devil was secretly rejoicing in his cleverness, but he felt his body rise involuntarily, and then he found himself sinking into a familiar pot.

There were only a few small bubbles in the pot, and a faint mist wafted out.

Supandieu glanced at the brand-new silk handkerchief in his hand, hid his face and sighed, "What a good servant. He shook his head, as if in infinite regret and pain.

Wiping the corners of his eyes without any tear stains, he hadn't yet fully brewed this feeling, and there was a violent spar fluctuation from the teleportation circle.

After the white light that seemed to illuminate the entire dark room faded, the wilted figure of the necromancer appeared in the magic circle. His face was whiter than that of Shopandieu, and the green flames in his eyes had dimmed considerably.

"Isn't this Binoncerin? If I remember correctly, this is your last teleportation crystal. Next time, remember to pay a lot of money. He touched the soft edelweiss scarf at the neckline and sighed, "This thing is not easy to find." ”

"The hedron can be found again, I only have one life. He shook his empty half-sleeve and urged, "Shopandieu, help me find a hand again." ”

"A hand?" exclaimed Shopandieu, "what are you talking about?

Bunoncerin was silent for a moment, and held out two fingers. Said: "Two pieces of Wind Eagle Magic Crystal, hurry up." ”

"I'm a pretty honest person with my friends. Hupandieu grabbed the other man's sleeve and lifted it to take a look. "This wound, as well as the traces of the Holy Light Burn, you must have fought with the Paladin," his nails scratched on the scorch marks on it, and he said, "Hmm, at least it's a paladin around the seventh order, Bunon Serin, you are lucky." If this sword falls on your neck, I'm not sure I'll be able to change your head. ”

Binnonserin said angrily: "Then change your body." ”

"Hey, I didn't notice you still have this sense of humor. "Fang's severed hand. "But the price is so high that I can't squeeze you out even if I throw you into my pot." ”

"Alright, help me find a hand again," the muscles in Binoncerin's face twitched, and sweat oozed from his forehead.

Supandieu turned and walked towards a row of hooked sacks, as anyone who had made a few deals with him would know. It was filled with bones and organ parts of races and monsters, and the dark alchemist's business involved almost all of the dark planes except for the sale of souls.

He tapped a few tagged cloth bags, then turned around and chuckled, "What kind of hands do you need?"

"I think you're the best. Shen said: "You have a lot of nonsense. ”

"Huh. Thanks for the compliments, I've always been proud of them," he said, hiding his hand in his sleeve, as if he was afraid of being snatched away, and added another sentence. "Of course, if you can afford it, you know, I always say......"

Exists only because of the exchange. "I've heard you say it more than a dozen times, can you hurry up, I need a normal human arm. ”

"Bear with me," Bunnonserin nodded with satisfaction as he lifted his elbow, "just the right size." He took out a green ointment and applied it to the latter's severed arm, muttering a few dry incantations in his mouth, and a few faint wisps of black mist fluttered out of thin air from the joints of the severed hand, winding around it like spider silk.

Then he took out a roll of white bandages and tied the joints of his hand bones firmly, and said, "Go back and wait until your whole arm is corrupted by the dark spell before coming to me, remember, it must be corroded thoroughly." ”

"How many days?" said Pitnonserin felt a stiffness in his arm, and the pain had disappeared. He knew that while Shopandieu always gave people a sense of insecurity, his dark alchemy was one of the best even in the Council of the Dead.

Supandieu took a silk handkerchief from a trembling little devil, wiped the ointment in his hand, pursed his mouth, and said, "Seven days." ”

"Seven days?" said suspiciously, "I remember that you never did this kind of repair and splicing for more than five days before." ”

Shupandieu rolled his eyes and said, "I didn't move the alchemy laboratory from the council residence to Sedaon to repair your body parts, there are a lot of tools and medicines that I didn't bring with me. ”

"I know," said Bunoncerin, stomping his foot in hatred, "I am only one step away from getting the blood of the saints, but I did not expect that this time someone from the Monks would get the news beforehand." What he remembered in his mind was Luo Lan's figure hiding in the shadows, although they did not fight directly, but he deeply felt that the danger given to him by this person was great.

Supandieu sneered: "I have already advised you, don't act rashly. ”

"In any case, since it is the request of the patriarchs, I am determined to obtain the blood of the saints. "Of course, he would never be so careless again.

"The blood of the saints, let's take it!" The light of the magic teleportation array lit up again, and with a hoarse and low voice, a person wrapped in a black cloak walked out, and if you looked closely, you could see that wisps of purple gas rose from his body like smoke, and when he moved forward, he gave the illusion that he had no sense of weight like a ghost, and before he got closer, the cold and dark aura spread to the depths of the soul, and the dense dark element that made people fear filled the entire alchemy chamber at once.

The green flames in Binoncerin's eyes danced, and his expression became extremely vigilant, and he said in a deep voice, "High Priest, Rank 9 Dark Priest Pons?"

The Dark Priest chuckled gloomily and acquiesced to his identity.

The light of the teleportation circle pulsed one after another.

Supandieux opened his eyes wide, and it was not only this person, but four tall and short figures appeared around him at once, and an extremely dangerous aura suddenly emanated from them.

"Interesting," Shupandieu was slightly surprised, and then said with a playful smile, "Those old fellows actually went out with you, could it be that some master of the Monks Guild came from Sedaon, is it Noron Sado of the Knights' Alliance or Kao of the Mage Guild?"

"Neither," the four men behind the Dark Priest did not move, nor did they make a sound, he slowly stood in front of the two of them, and said with compassion, "Originally, this matter was very simple, but because of that traitor, the senators were afraid that our plan had been known to the Monks and the lackeys of the Holy See, so they sent us out to ensure the success of the 'Blood of the Saints'." ”

An extremely coquettish female voice reminiscent of sensuality and excitement rang out, "I heard that there are some lackeys guarding the 'blood of saints' who are very troublesome, and we need to take care of them ourselves." ”

Supandieu looked over, but in the unclear light, he could only see her fire-breathing figure.

"Lovely young lady," said Supanddieu, with a look on his own bewitching face, "you mean 'Protect the Knight?'"