The warlocks of the Star Federation are rare and noble.

One of them was Rutherford Moses, who was eighty years old and looked like an elegant middle-aged gentleman.

The spells studied are related to corpses, death, undead summoning, and so on.

Therefore, he followed the army to Dajing.

The war will produce enough corpses for him to do research.

And with the end of the war, Rutherford's research was left with less material.

The reason why I didn't leave was because it was easier to get a corpse on Dajing than in my homeland.

Moreover, Da Jing has a qi martial artist, and there are different corpses that fascinate Rutherford.

Of course, the corpse of the fighter, Rutherford will not let go.

The three corpses that were transported back were the material for his research.

As for finding the murderer, it's just a matter of hand.

The body went to Rutherford's underground research room.

In the flickering candlelight, Rutherford walked in slowly and lifted the black cloth that covered it.

"My head is broken." He bent down and examined it closely.

He didn't wear gloves on his hands, and just stuck straight into the wound, bringing out some coagulated blood and fragments.

Ignoring the filth on his hands, Rutherford raised his hands and began to chant strange incantations.

Match the changing gestures.

The basement, which was already cold, has become even colder.

Even the candlelight, which had originally exuded warmth, was covered with a layer of coldness, and the yellow light turned into a faint green light.

"Up."

With Rutherford's hands raised upward.

The three headless corpses sat up suddenly.

"Tell me, who is the murderer."

Rutherford commanded in a cold voice.

Naturally, this statement does not really make the headless corpse speak, but ......

A blood-colored aura emanated from the three corpses, condensing and surging in mid-air, as if to form some kind of image.

However, after a while, it did not take shape.

"Huh?" Rutherford's eyes narrowed, and he ordered again, "Say, who killed you?" ”

The blood-red mist escaping from the corpse was even more, tumbling, still failing to form a clear image, just simply constantly changing.

"What's going on?"

Rutherford stepped forward, his gesture changing twice in a rapid manner.

One of the headless corpses exploded into a blood mist, completely blending into the red mist in midair.

But even so, it still failed.

The red mist keeps rolling, but it can't form an image.

"What is this?"

Rutherford's face sank, and another corpse exploded.

And then...... Everything remains the same, except for the increased concentration of the red mist.

"Huh! It's kind of interesting! ”

Rutherford raised his hand and waved, and the last corpse exploded, and there was no longer red mist in midair, but a red liquid.

For five minutes, the red liquid was gushing for five minutes.

Rutherford's face changed from ugly to surprised, from surprised to thoughtful, and his brows furrowed together.

"Winter, winter, winter." There was a knock on the door outside.

"Come in."

Rutherford said.

The door to the basement was opened, and someone walked down the steps with a kerosene lamp: "Teacher." ”

The man who came was Rutherford's apprentice.

But not his real apprentice.

The real apprentice was infected and died in an experimental accident, and it was Jager who woke up the captain of the full-time eye.

"What's the matter?" Rutherford said absent-mindedly.

"Seeing that you haven't come out here, I'll come and have a look." Yager lowered his head, bowed respectfully, and said, "Is something wrong?" ”

"It's nothing, it's just that the people who killed them didn't take shape, which kind of interesting." Rutherford said.

"Why is that?"

"I don't know, there are many reasons, it may be that the other party is dead, or it may be that someone has used another force to block my 'manifest tracking'." Rutherford said.

Not only can he make the appearance of the killer appear, but he can also coagulate into blood beads and track them down.

In other words, it is actually the method of tracking.

It's incidental to show off.

If the person is dead, there is no way to track it.

"Teacher, I can help." Jager said.

"You?" Rutherford looked at him strangely, how could he, an apprentice who was barely getting started, help?

"In the land of Dajing, there are some magical items, I collected one some time ago, maybe it can be useful." Jager said.

Rutherford nodded noncommittally: "Then try it." ”

Jager stepped forward and pulled out a black box and placed it underneath the blood-colored liquid.

"Teacher, please take a step back." Yager said solemnly.

"Huh." Rutherford smiled disdainfully, but took a step back.

Jager crouched down and opened the black box.

As the box was opened, several black shadows burst out of it and pounced on Rutherford.

"It's bold."

Rutherford's face was slightly gloomy, but his posture was calm, and he stretched out his hand a little.

The blood liquid in mid-air suddenly exploded, forming blood-colored spears, instantly nailing those black shadows in mid-air.

The black aura dissipated, revealing the true faces of the five figures, all of whom were a group of Star Alliances, staring at Rutherford with hideous faces.

"Who have you taken refuge into?" Rutherford looked at the surprised Jager and asked, several names coming out of his mouth.

As a warlock who studies death and corpses, he doesn't have many friends, but he has a lot of enemies.

"Kill him!"

Jager's astonishment instantly turned hideous, and he drank heavily.

The black locket exploded, and four more black shadows pounced on Rutherford.

Rutherford didn't move, and a blood-colored curtain of light appeared on his body.

The black shadow collided on the light curtain, like a grasshopper shaking a tree, and what was dispersed was the black qi on the body, revealing its original face.

It's the same as the appearance of the Star Alliance.

"Too ignorant, this is your method of assassination?" Rutherford shook his head and reached out.

The bodies of the nine men suddenly twisted, and the blood in their bodies turned into Rutherford's weapons, killing them from the inside out.

The mangled corpse fell to the ground like a rag doll.

"Ignorant people."

Rutherford looked at Jager and hooked his fingers.

Jager flew uncontrollably and flew in front of Rutherford.

"Tell me, who bought you?" He asked.

"Phew!"

Jager spat viciously.

"Forget it, I'll ask your soul directly." Rutherford reached out and grabbed Jager's head, his eyes glowing with a strange white light.

His body twitched.

Jager twitched as well.

The two men looked like they were suffering from epilepsy.

It's weird and a little funny.

In a moment, Rutherford let go of his hand, and Jager's body, which had completely lost his voice, fell to the ground.

Rutherford had a look of shock on his face.

What did he see in Jager's soul?

The dream of the gods, the apostles of dreams, countless more grand worlds?

What the hell is this-

Before Rutherford could sort through the chaotic memories that had shocked him, suddenly, a translucent phantus appeared from him.

"Ahh

With a scream, Rutherford fell to his knees.

Immediately after, another translucent phantom emerged from him.

One by one, a full nine phantoms flew wildly through Rutherford's body, causing Rutherford great pain each time.

It was as if his soul had been torn off by them.

No, not as if, but as a fact!

Nine phantoms are gnawing at Rutherford's soul!

If you look closely, you will see that the nine phantoms have chains around their necks, and the ends of the chains are connected in the same direction.

It was Rutherford's body.

And these phantoms look the same as the nine people killed by Rutherford.

"What stupidity and arrogance, teacher."

In pain, Rutherford opened his mouth and spat out a word.

"Who the hell are you!" In the next breath, Rutherford's face changed, and he said something else.

"Didn't you see that? We, the apostles of dreams from the outside world......"

On Rutherford's face, another translucent face appeared, which was exactly what Jager looked like.

"Teacher, I'll take your body." Jager said with a smile.

"Ahh

A cry of pain erupted from Rutherford's mouth.

However, the special basement will not let the sound leak out at all.

After the scream, Rutherford slowly raised his head and stood up again.

It's still the same as it was, but inside it has changed, it's no longer Rutherford, it's Jager!

Jager moved: "This body is good, it can be used for a while." ”

He waved his hand.

All the phantoms wearing collars and chains appeared, kneeling in front of him.

"Master!"

The nine shouted in their mouths, their faces full of fervent and respectful expressions.

"Hmm."

Jager answered.

These people are his teammates and his slaves.

"A few of you, go and check the person who killed these fighters, it should be the Dream Apostle. There are also the five missing officials, most of whom are also dream apostles. Jager ordered.

He has now replaced Rutherford, and it is enough to use local forces to do something to the two teams of Brigade and Chongxiao.

"Yes."

A few phantoms are about to fly away.

"Wait." Jager suddenly called out to them, thought for a moment and said, "Find a few more suitable possessees." ”

"Yes, master!"

After making sure there were no more orders, a few phantoms left the basement completely.

"It's stupid to kill a fighter and expose yourself." Jager shook his head and walked out of the cold basement.

On this mission, he has already gained the upper hand.

——

In Jiangbei City, Xia Yanzhen, who was evaluated as "stupid" by Yager, sat in the lobby of a restaurant.

Around a group of officials and soldiers who drew swords and surrounded but did not attack.

On the street outside the restaurant, he was so anxious that he wanted to personally kill Xia Yanzhen and send Xia Yanzhen to the shopkeeper of the mansion and some of the onlookers.

It was already noon the second day after the death of the three Star Alliances.

After the unremitting efforts of many soldiers and officials, they successfully blocked the upright Xia Yanzhen.

Xia Yan really didn't wear a big hat.

Prisoner of Darkness, Sabre, hairstyle, and appearance.

His outstanding image is inevitably eye-catching, and after more than a day, he was finally locked.

Originally, the official just had the attitude of asking, but he didn't expect to really find the murderer.

Immediately nervous.

None of the people in the group dared to step forward and make a move.

These people are very fortunate in their brains, even the Star Alliance people dare to kill, don't they dare to kill their group of dogs?

Therefore, it was just a siege but not a siege, and at the same time sent people to call for reinforcements.

So the current picture appeared in the restaurant.

Xia Yanzhen ignored the soldiers and servants around him and continued to eat his lunch—but he had paid in advance, so he couldn't waste it.

It is surrounded by three layers of encirclement, inside and outside.

If it weren't for the blades, people who don't know would still think that the big man was being protected when he traveled.