A large number of blackened harpies hovered over the ship, and some of them even stopped directly on the ship's mast and rattled strangely.

"Hey!!"

A strong man threw a javelin and stabbed it hard at a harpy, who slashed backwards in a parabola and smashed it into the water from the air.

The clanging sound grew more intense, and the harpies seemed to be enraged, and they threw the rocks straight away, flapping their wings and swooping down, attacking the crew below with their sharp claws.

For a moment, the black feathers were accompanied by the sound of flapping wings, mixed with the roar of the sailors, and the banshee and the sailors formed a mess, and the scene was mixed.

The yellow claws scratched deep marks on the black iron arm shield. The metal weapon slashed at the feather-covered flesh*, causing splatters of feathers and blood.

Anglie was still standing still, quietly watching the battle on the ship, while Temora on the side had already begun to move.

Temora threw her head back and spread her hands wide as if to embrace the sky. His mouth quickly sang strange sentences and syllables.

Soon, as the chanting accelerated, a trace of pale blue water vapor slowly appeared on Temora's body, like a burning flame.

The vapor glowed blue and steamed, illuminating the deck around him a pale blue.

In the sky, some harpy banshees who were hovering and preparing to attack suddenly fell down one by one like dumplings. With a bang, some fell into the sea, some on the deck.

These falling harpies were shriveled up, and they were also steaming with bursts of pale blue vapor. Their originally plump bodies quickly became shriveled and old as the water vapor transpired.

With a snap, a harpy landed not far from Angle. He watched as the banshee's muscles and skin quickly lost moisture in a matter of seconds, from young to unusually old, and finally turned into a completely dehydrated corpse.

The sailors, who were still fighting fiercely, were frightened, and they moved inconspicuously towards the other side of the ship, wanting to move away, for fear that they too would be fated by the banshees, and looked at Temora with awe.

The apprentices at the hatch of the ship also had awe on their faces, obviously frightened by this strange phenomenon. Villelet stood in the middle of it, a complicated expression of envy on her face.

The harpy banshees in the sky were directly killed by this one, and the remaining dozens of banshees let out a quacking scream of horror. One banshee took the lead and began to fly in the direction from which it came, while the rest also showed that they wanted to escape, flapping their wings violently, and a large number of gray and black feathers kept falling down.

"Lord Angliel, if you don't do anything, they'll all run away. Temora said loudly, a smile on her face.

Angel smiled back, reaching out and slowly pulling out the cross sword from his robe.

He glanced at the harpy in the sky above, took a step forward, and slashed out a sword.

Swish!!

The body of the cross sword disappeared in an instant, leaving only the hilt in his hand.

A thin metal needle as fine as a raindrop instantly covered the sky.

The harpies in the sky suddenly fell down in large swaths. Only one or two screamed miserably, frantically staggering away in the distance.

Most of the banshees fell directly into the sea, and a dozen of them fell on the deck with a thudding sound.

The crew was quiet for a moment. After a while, they suddenly erupted in violent cheers.

Oh!!!

"Praise to Lord Angleux!!Praise to Lord Temora!!"

"Long live the black robe!!"

"Prospect! Prospect!!"

They shouted loudly and loudly, calling the names of the wizards and the ships at one moment.

Angliel smiled and looked at Temora to the side, who shrugged his shoulders and made a helpless expression.

"This is the power beyond mortals. Looking at the corpse of the banshee that had fallen on the deck and was still slightly moving, a trace of emotion flashed through Angele's heart.

In the brown-gray cabin, a pile of harpy corpses was quietly piled up in the corner, black, and blood flowed all over the ground. Makes the smell of the room a little unpleasant.

Anglie stood in the center of the room, a long gray and white table in front of him, and the corpse of a harpy on top of it.

The corpse was fleshy and fleshy, and its whole body was intact, except for the temple of the head, which was pierced by a slender metal iron needle. The thin needles are slightly black, and only a little red blood oozes from the skin that has been pierced.

The banshee corpse lay quietly on its back on the table, its wings spread out to either side, almost hanging down under the table.

Torches on the bulkhead of the ship not far away darkened the room.

Angliel frowned, and with a flick of his hand, a small bright flame suddenly ignited in the air on the side of his right cheek. A soft glow of bright yellow suddenly illuminated all the shadows on the corpse.

The flames floated in the air, standing still.

Angel nodded in satisfaction, reached out his hand, and gently flipped the banshee's head.

The skin on the face is hard to the outside and seems to have a thick stratum corneum. The face was the same as that of a human woman, and she reached out and flipped her mouth, and a row of white sawtooth teeth suddenly appeared.

There was still black ** flesh between the teeth, and a faint stench suddenly emitted.

Anglie frowned and closed the corpse's mouth, lightly tapping the iron needle on his temple. The iron needle suddenly pulled out of its own accord and fell on the wooden board with a snap.

Angre reached out and pressed it on the banshee, and began to examine it.

There is a pinch of white fluff on the neck, which is very soft.

Under the armpits of the wings, there is a red mole on one side, the size of a fingernail, which is very conspicuous.

Angel reached out and pinched the banshee's **, and there was still milk squeezed out. He quickly took out a test tube and took some samples.

Then there was the abdomen, which actually bulged slightly, as if a round ball was in it.

Angel pondered for a moment, and a silver scalpel suddenly condensed in his right hand.

With a hiss, the knife gently slashed the banshee's abdomen from top to bottom. A bloody red abdomen is exposed.

He put his hands in and began to cut carefully, slowly removing the organs one by one.

After a while, some of the bits and pieces of internal organs were taken out.

"There is no respiratory system?" Anglie was stunned.

"The liver, spleen, heart, stomach, intestines, etc., but there are no lungs?" he muttered to himself.

After a pause, Anglie continued to remove the entrails from the banshee's abdomen.

Soon, a ball of flesh and blood was taken out by him, and a long umbilical cord was attached to it.

The scalpel expertly slices through the ball, revealing a small object inside.

A red harpy that had not yet grown, only the size of a fist, curled up all over her body, slightly purple, and looked like she was no longer good.

Anglie nodded slightly, put the meat ball aside, withdrew his hands, and rolled the banshee's eyes again, all of which were brown and yellow beast pupils, and the pupils were vertical and a little loose.

"The overall physiology is pretty much understood. Then the next step is to extract the bloodline. He walked to another corner of the room, where various metal utensils for experiments were placed, and a large spherical glass bottle, connected by a long black metal tube.

Angel clapped his hands, and a bright yellow flame suddenly ignited under the glass ball container, and began to warm up.

He picked up a metal beaker and walked over to the banshee's corpse, the scalpel gently cut the major artery in his neck, and a stream of bright red blood suddenly gushed out of the incision and flowed into the metal beaker.

The bloodletting lasted more than two minutes before it was barely cleared.

Anglie changed several large cups in a row before he finished it completely.

Next, the blood is boiled to evaporate the moisture. Anglie had previously added blood-active potions to all the corpses that had been brought in, a small potion used to keep the blood from clotting for a period of time.

Two hours later, Angel drained all the banshee corpses with blood.

And the glass ball container used for boiling, a large container the size of a human head, was already filled with a large jar of plasma.

The dark red, and even some blackened plasma, was constantly boiling, and bubbles of various sizes bubbled out. Spots of blood splattered on the edge of the container, turning the entire transparent glass container a dark red.

The steaming water ran down the metal pipes, and the changing metal pipes were divided into countless small needles, extending through the cracks in the door of the room, emitting a white steam with the smell of blood out of the cabin.

Anglie stood aside, while from time to time he melted the metal lid on the top of the teeer container and poured in some black-green potion.

More than an hour passed.

It was only a small half of the blood in the container that he slowly extinguished the flames below.

A strange character was written on the surface of the spherical glass container. With the movement of his fingertips, a dark red fluorescent trail slowly emerged.

Soon, on the surface of the spherical container, the characters began to faintly glow with a dark red halo.

"Corionante, hymn to blood. Anglie softly recited the short lines of the incantation.

Hiss...

Inside the container, all the plasma, whether it was still bubbling or splashing into the glass wall, quickly converged towards the center and coalesced into a ball the size of a walnut.

After a few seconds, the entire container became unusually clean, with only a dark red blood cell the size of a walnut floating silently in the air.

Angliel lifted the metal pipe cover, and the dark red ball flew into his hand.

"That's the best witchcraft can be separated and purified. Anglie muttered, looking at the ball in his hand.

This is no longer plasma, but hard blood cells.

"Establish tasks to analyze the specific composition of impurities. He meditated.

In an instant, countless light blue points of light flashed in his eyes, dense and brilliant.

Ten minutes later.

"Mission analysis complete. Ingredient list feedback begins. ”

(To be continued)