Siegel waited secretly in the dark, only the corpse that couldn't die on the autopsy table kept emitting a faint **. He relied on the speed of his heart to count secretly, and after half an hour, he began to try to escape.

Using the muscles of his neck, shoulders, and waist, Siegel pulled the sharp obsidian dagger out of his shoulder blades, inch by inch. Fortunately, this dagger cuts through muscles and bones like scissors cut paper, and it doesn't require much effort. Siegel endured the pain of the wound, sweat flowing into his eyes and blurring his vision, the sound of his body breaking echoed in his ears, not thinking about the tingling sensation of blood running down his hips and thighs.

The obsidian dagger was left to the bone, and now only the muscles held it. The seal that forbids elemental casting is still working, but Siegel already has a way to deal with it. He took a deep breath and turned his head hard to look behind him. He was hung from an iron shelf, a few inches behind him by a cold stone wall.

If the Obsidian Dagger falls directly to the ground, it may make enough noise to wake Reese and cause the escape attempt to fail completely, so he must slow down the fall, preferably without any sound. Siegel could only see the handle of the dagger out of the corner of his eye, and he estimated the possible angle and stance of the weapon as it fell.

He then transforms himself into a skeletal form.

This wasn't an elemental spell, and Siegel had done it more than once in the realm of forbidden demons. The obsidian dagger suddenly lost its support and fell from the sky. Siegel swayed back and forth, slamming his pelvis into the dagger, pressing it against the wall behind him.

There was only a very slight "pop" sound, which should not disturb Reese's sleep.

As the flesh on his body disappeared, the shackles that bound Siegel were much looser. He brought his fingers together, minimizing the volume of his wrist as much as possible, and pulled it out of the shackles. He pulled out a hand. He grabbed the obsidian dagger behind his pelvis.

Then he cut off the shackles and freed his hands and feet.

The hilt of the obsidian dagger still glistens, and the runic lines on it depict intricate patterns. What was this activated with, and why didn't his obsidian dagger have this function? The question just crossed his mind and he put it aside for the time being.

The skeleton walked on the ground and made a sound, so Siegel changed back. The elemental forces began to draw close to him again. Everything is like a finger in the arm.

His original plan was to destroy the place, let the flames of anger burn everything, and bury the temple of the god of murder in ashes. But he got word from Reese that the assassin who had been injured in the Elven Forest attack had been sent to the training ground and nursing home, and that Janet might be among them, so he wanted to know where that place was.

From the magic design of the Clay Warrior, Reese understands Knox's mind control spells. Even though he may not be as good at using these spells as Siegel, he will definitely have the corresponding defensive skills. It is too risky to control him directly, and it is difficult to get real information. Siegel thought for a moment. Abandoning the plan to go directly to Reese's bedroom to take him under control, he instead prepares in this laboratory.

There are herbs and reagents here, and the casting materials are even more readily available. Siegel first cast the Mage Chamber Spell to completely isolate the room from prying eyes from the outside in. As the familiar elemental power flowed through his body, Siegel's blood boiled with excitement, and his soul sang happily. He couldn't help but shed tears, and he couldn't help himself with excitement.

His state of mind also affects his control of magic. The spell worked very smoothly under his grasp. Nearly every syllable, cast stance, and elemental fluctuation work seamlessly with each other. Although it only lasted for a short time, he experienced a feeling of complete control.

Siegel's chosen path as an archmage is Elemental Transformation and Control. That is, starting with Knox's plasma conversion technology, so that the four basic elements can be converted into each other, unifying them in a single cycle. Many Plastic Energy Archmages have followed this path, and fireballs turning into acid balls or even ice balls are their forte.

The people of the Mage Federation also thought that Siegel had taken this path, but only he understood the difference. Elemental casting has penetrated into the minds of mages, and the four elements are like a standard. Although it greatly simplifies the difficulty of learning spells, it also imprisons the development of spells, resulting in advanced spells without ready-made templates, and each mage needs to re-comprehend and construct their own structure.

Siegel believed that this was the result of being bound by the system of the four elemental powers, so he wanted to construct a simple magical power on top of the elements - which required a complete grasp of the circulation and transformation of the four elements. Right in the stronghold of the god of murder. In Reese's lab, Siegel finally took the step. With these few minutes of experience and realization, he is confident that he will soon fully grasp this feeling.

And then things will fall into place.

Between life and death, it will give people realization, and the same is true between gain and loss. Siegel experienced shock, anger, sorrow, joy, and then returned to rational and calm thinking.

He cast spells at various locations in the lab, making it his home arena before he had time to check out the stuff.

The reels of the Gummy Warrior are probably Reese's highest achievement and should not be missed. With the elemental cluster, Siegel naturally won't choose a less cost-effective gum warrior. And using the template to constantly copy the puppet, there is a sense of evil - he just wants to learn the essence of it. Reese is very skilled at transferring knowledge and creating similar bodies, but no matter how you look at it, you can't see that this scroll is complete, and there is still a large piece missing. Siegel flipped through all the scrolls, recreating the whole process in his mind's eye. "No, there's something wrong with this spell!"

However, there wasn't enough time for him to meditate, so he had to use transcription to make a similar imitation, and then put the real thing in the key space. The problem found this time can be well explained to Reese, and it will definitely be able to get his attention.

Keeping what he could see in his head, Siegel went to the dissecting table to see the guy who kept scaping. His body was mutilated, and all organs except the lungs were removed and replaced with gelatin. It's like a half-finished product of a gelatinous warrior, poor experimental material.

He only had one eye left, and his eyeballs were very white. I can't see things clearly. But he intuitively realized that it wasn't Reese standing next to him, so he tried to speak. But his tongue was gone, his throat was open, and he couldn't say a word at all. Only from the shape of his mouth, he could vaguely distinguish three words: "Kill me." ”

Siegel didn't have the priest's ability to cast a body regeneration spell, so death was the only relief for the man. Siegel pointed his finger at his bare brain, destroying his consciousness with a swift bolt of lightning. He finally died. No more pain. The mage thought about it and cast a spell on the corpse's throat, constantly emitting exactly the same subtle ** to avoid being discovered by Reese.

The entire lab was littered with human organs, some still active under the spell, some of which must have been taken from living bodies. Reese didn't know how many lives he had mutilated for his spells, and both men and women and ages were just experiments on him. He must not die well, and Siegel made up his mind.

The battle that takes place here should be swift and quiet. All the spell traps laid out in the lab serve this purpose. It's much better to fight here than to go to the mage's lounge, where everyone knows that the mage will have the most complex defenses in place to sleep.

It was almost time, and Siegel was back on the shelf. He wrapped the shackles around him, pretended to be still hanging, and waited patiently with his head bowed - like a hunter waiting for his prey to enter a trap.

As the minutes ticked by, the sound of robes rubbing against the stone floor finally sounded outside the door. Mage Reece pushed the door in, and before he could take a closer look at his surroundings, Siegel's voice rang out.

"Old Reese. I've been waiting for you for a long time. Now I'm going to hear my advice on that spell of yours, shall you?"

"There's no hurry, what we have is time. My spell is complete. All that's left is improvement. Reese snapped his fingers and caused the candles in the room to burn. He felt that there was something strange about the elemental fluctuations around him, as if there was some kind of interference. It could also be that you are in a bad state because you have just woken up, and this is not the first time it has happened.

"Your spell is complete?" Siegel let out a loud scoff, looking at Reese with no more respect in his gaze, only infinite disdain. "Gummy Warrior's spells, you can't cast them on your own. Only with the help of a pastor. Especially in the part where the gelatinous monster is formed, the spells you set up only play a supporting role, and are not the main reason for the creation of the gelatinous warrior at all. ”

Siegel spat at the ground and shook his head: "With a spell that you can't complete or cast yourself, you want to compare to Liele, Caspar, and Siegel." It's a shame. Do you have what it takes to split a gelatinous monster and bring it to life with your own spells?"

The expression on Reese's face became very exciting, and red, white, and white kept shifting. His hands trembled, and he was clearly out of control. "You...... How do you see that? How is this possible?"

"No wonder you want to be a rat in a hole here at the God of Murder, it turns out that without the help of the priest of the gods, you are a waste!" Siegel glared at him, and a cold snort came out of his nose, "You are a complete failure, paralyzing and deceiving yourself with illusory success. The only thing I don't understand is when the god of murder got involved with the Slime Monster. ”

"Because the God of Murder managed to kill the Slime Monster's race god and replace him. Reece seemed to have lost all his strength and slumped into his chair, where he had entered the center of the trap and was in danger of being doomed. "Do you know what happens to a murderous god who takes the status of a race god?

"What will happen?" Siegel tightened the web of the spell step by step, allowing Ress to say more.

He gathered all the clay monsters and attacked the dwarves, pulling them into battle. But this is not a battlefield battle, but a skirmish. The dwarves did everything they could to get rid of the Slime Monsters, and it turned into a genocidal war. During this period, various plans and schemes contributed to the god of murder, and the self-preservation behavior of the cement monster contributed divine power to the race god. As long as this matter is stalemate, he will be able to continue to gain divine support and maintain a strong strength for a period of time. But where the god of murder got his first powers is a mystery. ”

From the writer's race, it was also an extermination killing. Siegel knew the answer, but he didn't have to tell Reese. He rubbed his fingers together and lit the spell fuse. (To be continued.) )

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