In this laboratory specially built by Don Quixote for the temple, there are all kinds of equipment full of modern earth atmosphere, it is obvious that cloning lizardmen is the top secret of the Char Empire, if you still use the alchemy full of Faeron style before, you will not be learned by these two temples, in every sense, Don Quixote does not believe in them, this is also related to Don Quixote is Chinese, after all, in ancient and mysterious China, people there only believe in the actual benefits, not the ethereal gods.

Of course, there may be a rebuttal, saying that there are not many gods in China? But in fact, if you think about it carefully, you will find that the vast majority, almost 99% of the Chinese, will only chant a few words when needed, God bless, God Bodhisattva bless ah and the like, you can often hear, if the earth really has these gods, it is estimated that the Chinese must be the country that has been punished the most by God, at least, you put God, Rulai, and Sanqing together, which is enough for you to drink a pot.

"Come here, two," Don Quixote took the two beautiful and dangerous oracles to a huge test bench with one hand behind his back and a slight finger on the other, and then Don Quixote skillfully crafted the magical objects on the test bench that the saints and knights had never heard of or seen.

"Your Excellency Don Quixote," looking at such a skillful technique, the chief knight couldn't help but walk behind Don Quixote, and the fragrance on his body couldn't help but waft into his nose, "Could it be that you invented this thing?" Obviously, seeing the man so confident and without a hint of concealment, the chief knight was already convinced that Don Quixote was not lying.

"Not really," Don Quixote stood up, walked to the other side of the test bench, took an empty syringe, and placed it under one of the alchemical instruments, "This thing was inspired by that war of aggression, you should have heard of it, it was the war with the soul of the ancestors, an alchemical potion used by one of our hostile forces, that gave us inspiration, and then the alchemists of our empire joined forces to create this lizardman."

"Fort," Don Quixote gently placed one hand on the liaison on his ear, unleashing a low-level demonic beast.

With Don Quixote's order, the floor in the laboratory was opened with a creak, and a huge herbivorous monster was slowly raised, "Two, please check this beast, if you are sure that there is nothing wrong with it, then I will show you how to make a lizardman."

"Check it?" The holy woman walked slowly to the demonic beast, and the huge spiritual energy came out of her body, instantly penetrating the inside and outside of this demonic beast, without any abnormality, "Use this to create lizardmen?"

In the end, the saint was still a little surprised, obviously although she was a subordinate of Xiuyi, but in fact, like other Xiuyi's subordinates, she only knew anything related to her.

"Yes, then you two, if there are no other problems, I'm going to get started. ”――

"cough~cough~" In a very luxurious house, an old man who is over the age of old, lying on the bed and coughing, judging from his complexion, this person should be back to light, and there are his descendants beside him, but it doesn't look very sad, the reason is very simple, this is a nobleman, that is his son, after the old nobleman dies, everything in this family can belong to him, so this is also a matter of course, after all, human beings are in front of **, it is simply vulnerable.

However, the old man no longer had the heart to care about these at this time, and at this time he looked blankly ahead, as if he was recalling his life.

Around the old man, you can see a faint gray aura around him, and finally, the memory of this not very magnificent life flashed again in his head, he stopped breathing, and this breath also came to life from the original dead silence state, after circling around the old man's body a few times, he pulled out, and changed the shape of a door next to the bed, and the next moment, the door was really pushed open, and on the other side of the door, there was a strange world, and it was grayThere was not a trace of sound in the silence, and even the ground was gray and white, giving people an alternative sense of desolation, but the son of the nobleman in this room did not notice all this, even if he did not pretend to cry sadly, it was impossible to perceive.

Because, this is the ability of the god of death, and it is also one of the basic rules written into the world of Faeron, when the intelligent life is likely to end, he or she or its body will gather this kind of dead air, the more powerful the individual, the more numerous the individual, the stronger the dead gas will be, if this life is really dead, then this pervasive dead air will become a key, a key connecting the world of Faeron and the underworld of death, if this door is chosen by the god of death, after the door is opened, The body of the god of death will instinctively disperse a trace of power, condense into a clone, come to the world of Faerun, and harvest this soul.

For example, at this moment, a humanoid life wearing a pitch-black cloak and holding a scythe walked out from the other side of the door, why use humanoids? The reason is that although the death doppelganger in this human form wears a hat, but in fact, this cloak is its body, if someone lifts this cloak, they will find that there is only a black gas in the cloak, that is, the power of the god of death, obviously, there are thousands of doppelgangers of the god of death, each of which constructs a complete human being, and the true god will also die of exhaustion.

"Whoosh~" The scythe flashing with cold light slashed through the old man's body, and then a ball of soul floated out of the body, looking like a marshmallow, this marshmallow gradually expanded like a balloon, and finally a person who was exactly the same as the old man lying there floated there, from the slightly dull eyes, the old man did not seem to have recovered his senses, but the god of death did not give him that chance, directly hooked the sickle, and took him through the door, back to the underworld, but, at the moment when the god of death closed the door, it seemed to find something, and the action of closing the door slowed down, looked at it carefully, and nodded slightlyand then closed the door

In this boundless and endless underworld, there is nothing except a wide river with no end, not even the so-called white bones do not exist, and there is fog everywhere, the visibility is very low, and you can't see much distance at all, in the center of this labyrinth-like world, there is a huge castle, maybe it is more appropriate to describe it as a palace, but although the palace is large, it is still silent to death, and there is only one person living in it, that is, the master of the underworld, the god of death.

Obviously, the Grim Reaper is not good at communicating, or some simple reasons are probably here, such as a person, who has never set foot in society, is obsessed with studying spells, even if he seems to have lived for a thousand years, but in fact, this person's social ability, or for the resolution of human society, immunity is still zero, and this kind of thing is the same for the gods. With one hand on his head, his whole body was hidden under the pitch-black cloak, and he sat there motionless.

"Whew~" A black aura rushed into the palace of the Grim Reaper, reintegrating into Osiris's body, "Huh?" Osiris, who seemed to have fallen asleep, opened her eyes, because her doppelganger told her a strange thing after throwing the harvested soul into the River Styx, and after accepting the memory of the doppelganger, Osirels waved her hand, pulled out the huge scythe inserted next to her, and gently swiped it in front of her, and a slanted spatial crack appeared in front of her, and then a stream of black gas gushed out from her body, condensing a clone that could carry her divine soul in a real sense, After nodding to the main body, this clone crossed the gap and came to the world of Faeron again-

"This Lerondo/Apollo is on top, this can't be!" After Don Quixote sliced open the skin of the monster with a scalpel, revealing the lizardman who seemed to be wrapped in slime and smelling of strange fish, the two men were stunned, because they had carefully examined the monster before, and monitored the laboratory the whole time, and it was absolutely impossible to steal the beams and change the pillars.

"Your Excellency Don Quixote," the chief knight cautiously walked up to Don Quixote, obviously as a female surname, she was still a little resistant to this slimy and disgusting thing, so she instinctively hid behind Don Quixote and looked at the experimental table a few more times, "Can you explain the principle of this thing for Zai Xia to vomit?

The knight, who seemed to be a little unbearable, ran to the corner of the wall in a few steps, and spit out a mouthful of a round barrel, apparently the pampered knight chief did not seem to have seen such a disgusting thing.

"Here," Don Quixote naturally handed the powerful female knight a few soft, fragrant tissues and a bottle of water

"Sister, have you noticed that this man is so gentle, and there is no kind of possession of women in his eyes, as if he is a very good friend." The saint standing not far away didn't seem to react to this kind of scene, because when she was a child, she had seen more disgusting things than this, "Maybe we're not beautiful enough," the cold-faced woman also joked rarely.

"Are you feeling better?"

The knight nodded slightly, and at this time Don Quixote had already left the laboratory with the two women and came to the deck, where it was warm at noon, and the woman in gold armor looked much better under the wind.

"I'm really sorry," the chief knight looked embarrassed, but after seeing Don Quixote's still easy-going expression, he breathed a sigh of relief, "However, Your Excellency really didn't disappoint us, such a magical alchemy, it's really the first time I've seen it, saying that the chief knight looked at his hand, I never knew that human beings are made of such small things."

"The world is so big, I think except for the true god, no one dares to say that he is omniscient and omnipotent, not unwilling, manpower is difficult to reach, the knight master does not have to mind, then after this, it will be troublesome for the two, please inform the temple as soon as possible, the battlefield is changing rapidly, for this reason, we have lost the opportunity."

"This is natural." The saint also nodded slightly, "Looking forward to seeing you again," before leaving, this cold woman suddenly threw out this sentence, which really made Don Quixote a little confused

"It's finally quiet," Don Quixote, who was leaning back against the railing, lit a cigarette for himself and took a hard puff before sighing, "Damn the temple, give those princes a chance, this battle is a little hard to fight." ”

"Ha, boy, I'll just say that your soul is very peculiar, and that holy woman of the Temple of the Sun seems to be interested in you. ”

"Hehe," Don Quixote glanced blankly at the sky, just puffing on his own cigarette.

"I'll tell you, don't be a kid, you ask for more blessings"

Char Tohae's words stopped abruptly, as if someone had turned off the television, and Don Quixote was surprised before he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and when he looked up, a guy wrapped in a pitch-black cloak and holding a scythe in his hand appeared in front of him (to be continued). )