After defending against this attack, Henry sneered and moved his muscles, slammed the Book of Thousand Laws in his hand and smashed it down. While smashing it back, he shouted: "Shit! I'll make you transform! I'm going to make you lose your mind! I'll let you ruin the plan! See if I don't kill you! ”

"Bump! Bumper ......"

With a muffled sound, the killer quickly turned from an initial roar to a wail. You must know that although the book has undergone some special magical processes, it is no less than a shield made of stainless steel, and every time it is smashed on the head, it will cause a slight dizziness or even a concussion, and after a few minutes, he will lie on the ground unconscious with his eyes rolled over.

As the consciousness of the God of Killing began to fade, the Son of Baal finally began to return to normal, and the black and red scales, barbs, claws, tails, and other strange things were slowly disappearing, and the human form was re-revealing little by little.

Seeing that Aberdale was fine, Henry breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly ran over to check on Firi's condition. However, it is a pity that this ambitious eldest daughter has completely died, and it is estimated that the soul has gone to the kingdom of God, and it is difficult to resurrect it. After all, no matter what kind of resurrection means, the ultimate goal is to summon the soul back, and he doesn't think that Queen Rose will open a back door for him.

"It's really a house leak that happened to rain overnight, it seems that I can only save it, hoping to deceive the mother of Adu (Lace)."

After a helpless sigh, Henry began to fiddle with the corpse and repair the wounds with necromancy, and it didn't take long to stuff the broken intestines and skin back to repair them, and it looked exactly as when he was alive. Obviously, he intended to make a temporary physical golem in order to gain access to the summoning ceremony.

Of course. It's not easy. Because corpses are corpses after all. Even if the appearance and personality are exactly the same, there will still be some very fatal flaws. For example, it has no body temperature, no soul, no eyes, and most importantly, it cannot inherit the original power of the body, which means that most dark elves will immediately become suspicious if they are careful.

Half an hour later, Aberdell, who had been knocked unconscious, slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he did when he woke up was to stand up and look around nervously, then asked aloud, "What's going on?" I felt like my head was going to explode, and there was no place in my body that didn't hurt. ”

Hear this. Henry suddenly became angry: "You still have the face to ask what's going on?" Look at all this blood on the ground, it's all your handiwork. Congratulations, you've messed up my meticulous plan, and now I can only try to save it, and I'll leave it to Lady Luck to decide whether it will succeed or not. ”

"Uh...... What did I do? Aberdell scratched his head in embarrassment. Obviously, he had no memory of what had just happened, not even the slightest impression.

"You turned into a killer again out of rage, and you slit open Phiri's stomach and pulled her intestines into knots. I feel that your soul is becoming more and more unstable right now, and the consequences may be terrible if you don't do your best to get back your divinity. Henry explained. While continuing to fiddle with the corpse.

To be honest, he was now increasingly worried about Aberdale's condition. Especially in the state just now, it seems that the whole person is dominated by the Baal consciousness hidden in the bloodline, and if it continues to develop like this, it may not take long for it to begin to pollute the soul, and even if the gods come, there is nothing to be done at that time.

Knowing that he had transformed again, Aberdale had a wry smile on his face: "Damn, I remembered, that woman seemed to have used some kind of aphrodisiac potion, and then I became extremely angry, and then I didn't know anything." ”

Henry turned around and nodded very strictly: "That's right! I hope you can control yourself, especially negative emotions such as anger and hatred, otherwise once you come to the surface city...... It would be a naked massacre, and I'm afraid there won't be a place for you on the entire West Coast. ”

He's not alarmist. You must know that the reputation of the sons of Baal is not very good, the people around Baldur's Gate call them the scourge, the Ammen call them the source of unrest, and the Tasserians call them the messengers of death. In short, as long as you have anything to do with these guys, almost none of them will end well, and all of them will die of murder.

One can imagine what would happen if a certain son of Baal appeared in public as a murderer? It is estimated that all the noble lords, temples, and underground organizations on the entire West Coast will soon act to eradicate the threat at any cost.

"I know...... I know ......," Aberdell muttered to himself, his eyes glazed out. He seemed to be aware of the severity of the situation, and his whole body was in distress.

For the rest of the day, Henry didn't pay any attention to Aberdale and devoted all his energy to making the Flesh Golem. He had to make sure that nothing went wrong during the whole process, otherwise Firi's corpse would have all kinds of unsightly anomalies, such as rotting and stinking, deformed limbs, distorted facial expressions, and so on.

Perhaps for ordinary flesh golems, these are not flaws, as they are meant to be used for battle, not for spectatorship. Many of the flesh golems are horrific in appearance, with broken corpses, stitches everywhere, and stinking bodily fluids, all in all, like a pile of corpses that have been put together as monsters that have been resurrected using magical rituals.

Of course, this resurrection is not to summon the soul of the deceased, but simply to create a virtual soul through a guò spell to drive the physical golem.

Obviously, Henry couldn't tolerate such a thing, because he had to make a perfect flesh golem from Firi's corpse, otherwise he wouldn't be able to fool the Dark Elf Guard and the Addu (Lace) Mistress. In front of them, the slightest flaw can be discovered, so they must strive for perfection, and they are completely shaping the appearance according to the standards of the Pleasant Golem.

The Golem of Pleasure, like the name itself, is something made by spellcasters to solve their own physiological needs, and its function is probably similar to that of an inflatable (gas) doll, and it has a variety of shapes, divided into male, female, and unisex uses...... Except for those hardcore guys, the appearance will definitely be very beautiful, the Jedi can meet all needs, and the most important thing is that there is no need to invest in emotions at all, and it is favored by many mages.

You must know that many mages have lived in isolation in the mage tower since they were very young, and they hardly understand the world at all. It is precisely because of this that there are so many mages with strange personalities. It is difficult for them to even talk to normal people, let alone chase the opposite sex.

But as we all know, people have desires, and weird mages naturally have physical needs. Fortunately, the guys in the evil camp can directly choose to get what they want through guò despicable means, such as magic potions, or enchantment or suggestion spells.

However, the mages of the neutral and good factions could not do this, and the Golem of Pleasure was born. No one knows which great (mage) master this is a great invention (it is estimated that the inventor is not willing, or has no face to leave his name), it solves the physiological needs of many otaku mages, even if you don't leave the house, you can be independent in the mage tower, there is no danger, absolutely safe, just lie down and enjoy it.

More than two hours have passed.

Aberdell, who had come out of the psychological shadows, finally couldn't bear the loneliness, and came up and asked curiously: "Hey! Man, you've been fiddling with corpses there for a long time, are you still going to bring her back to life? ”

"In a certain way, yes."

Henry continued to groom the corpse's eyes without raising his head, which was the most important part. As the saying goes, the eyes are the windows to the soul, and they are also the most exposed places. He had to make it look like a normal person, not dull.

"Well, I hope your plan will succeed." Aberdell shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"Not hope, but sure! We have to succeed, or you're going to have to say goodbye to your divinity. Come here, hold her. With that, Henry freed his hands, grabbed a large handful of diamond powder and ashes from his waist bag, and immediately entered the spellcasting state. He chanted a jerky incantation as he sprinkled two types of dust into the air. They seemed to be pulled by some kind of underworld force, and they landed evenly on Firi's naked corpse, emitting a faint red light.

It didn't take long for Aberdale to find that the corpse he was holding suddenly began to tremble, his chest rose and fell slightly, and he could feel his heart beating weakly, and the whole person seemed to be alive again. With an expression of disbelief on his face, he lightly touched the glowing skin with his hand, and was instantly bounced away by an unknown force.

"Don't mess around!" Henry glared at him in warning.

Aberdell, who knew that he was wrong, smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I'm just a little curious. ”

"Alright, now put her flat, and then comes the last and most critical step, awakening the soul." So saying, Henry crouched down, pressed his forehead to the corpse and whispered, "I give you wisdom, I give you the ability to think, I give you an independent personality, wake up, Firi, my servant." ”

As soon as the words fell, the corpse suddenly began to shake violently, followed by an extremely piercing scream: "Ah!!!!!!!!!!!! ”

In an instant, all the glass products in the entire Female Warrior Association were shattered, and even the decorations hanging on the walls were scattered to the ground. Aberdale covered his ears with a painful expression, and the whole process lasted for a full one to two seconds. Thankfully, the Dark Elves' buildings are soundproofed, otherwise they would have caused a lot of trouble.

After screaming, the flesh golem slowly rose from the ground, curiously surveying the surrounding scenery. When she saw Henry, she hurriedly lowered her head and bowed deeply: "Master, thank you for giving me life, wisdom and name. ”

"Well, the memories I instilled in you aren't missing, are they?" Henry asked, taking a closer look at the naked golem.

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