The moment Red shot him, he pulled out the bottle.

But the anger inside was not activated.

No, it should be said that it was activated, but it was scared back.

Yes, scared back.

If the anger in the bottle is a lion.

Then his own anger is a Tyrannosaurus rex.

The King of Beasts is not worth mentioning in front of it.

The retreating anger did not go away, but went round and round back into the bottle.

As a result, the little "Barry's anger" left was directly covered, as if he was shivering by a big guy squeezed into the corner, and he could hardly feel the original mixture.

Heine's spirit was a little tired, but much better than the first time he used it.

And he could feel that the contents of the bottle were pure.

He let out a soft breath and stepped forward to examine Red's body.

Sure enough, he was still alive.

But the soul is dead.

In extreme anger, he gave the order to "strangle" Yuan Ling.

This is completely different from stripping in the gladiatorial circle.

Nobita and Sabellia, for example, were stripped of their souls while they were alive, and their bodies immediately died, causing them to be dead.

But Red's soul was shattered by the Yuan Spirit soldiers, and his body was still alive.

However, the two also have something in common, that is, they both require the participation of the Yuan Spirit soldiers.

So, where do the soldiers come from?

Heine tried to summon the spirits that were free in the air.

They do respond, but they're all cute.

Doesn't suddenly turn into a soldier.

"In other words, is that state that has improved my Yuan Spirit affinity, so that I can use spiritism beyond the level, and even raise ordinary Yuan Ling to the level of a soldier?"

He suddenly remembered the skill of "ringing the bell".

In War3, the main Terran city can turn peasants into militias by ringing bells......

There are also some similarities between the two.

"Maybe this is the spiritism represented by the gladiatorial circle, the same as building bridges and fishing."

He was a little enlightened.

Whether it is stripped or strangled, it is not the true meaning of the gladiatorial circle.

The true meaning is to shake people!

However, this also made him breathe a sigh of relief, in addition to the Lost Soul Water, the Yuan Spirit Soldiers can also produce this kind of "living dead".

Heine looked at the cage next to him.

There's a mage in it.

Pale blue robes with gray hair and an outrageously high hairline.

He had a haggard face, looked forty or fifty years old, and still had marks of whipping on his body.

But after seeing Linumu and Ta, and knowing Old Man Wei, he no longer dared to judge his age by his appearance.

What if this is a twenty-year-old researcher?

From that scene not so long ago, he had been staring at Heine.

If it weren't for the fact that his eyes were still moving, Heine would have thought he was petrified.

In front of him, Heine didn't want Duoduo to possess Red.

"Who are you? Why here? He asked.

The man woke up from hysteria and looked at Heine excitedly:

"You...... What level of affinity is your Yuan Spirit? ”

Heine wondered, "Who is you?" ”

"Carl Ilan. You're Heine, aren't you? I know you, we all know you! But they would never have imagined that you would have such a terrible talent! ”

“？？？”

Heine was shocked.

You guys? They?

Wait a minute......

He suddenly realized...... Seon Poetry Society?

"Who are you?" He asked coldly.

"Seon Poetry Society! I'm a member of the Poetry Society, and it looks like someone has bypassed the surveillance to tell you! ”

Carl was even more excited, and he patted the cage with joy on his face:

"Who told you, elf? Nice people? Or is it some mage like me? ”

Heine did not answer.

He remembered that Shiara had said that the people of the Poetry Society did not need to verify, he could judge for himself.

For example, the difference between her and other powerhouses above level 5 is:

Her strength has no special emotions and does not resist herself.

This kind of resistance and rejection has nothing to do with one's emotions, it is natural and passive.

This has been proven in Linumu.

When he came back to see the Wood Elf this time, the resistance in him was still there.

So Carl Elan ......

He doesn't look like a powerhouse above level five, does he?

How do you judge this?

Karl: "I know what you're thinking, I don't have repulsion in me, do I?" That's for sure, because I'm only a third-level mage, and I haven't reached the time to generate repulsion, so the poetry club doesn't want me, but my research is absolutely valuable, otherwise they wouldn't let me know about the existence of the poetry society, and I ......"

Damn, you're not a member of the Poetry Society pretending to be a big-tailed wolf!

So Heine frowned and asked:

"So what is the Poetry Society?"

Like a chicken choked by the neck, Carl's voice stopped abruptly.

He covered his face with his hands, his face terrified.

"It's over, it's over, it's over, you don't know the Poetry Society, but I poked my name out, and I'm going to be gone...... Wait, you're definitely lying to me, aren't you?

"Very good, this is very reasonable, your caution should be deserved, after all, the slightest carelessness will get into trouble, I want to know how to make you believe me......"

He suddenly showed a strange smile:

"You used spiritism to control Naga, didn't you?"

Heine was shocked.

I go, how does he still know this?

But thanks to his long-term practice of the "Don't Laugh Challenge" with players, his ability to control his facial muscles is at a master's level.

So his face sank like water, and he did not move.

Looking at the expressionless Heine, the hope in Karl's eyes disappeared.

He began to scratch his hair frantically and his dandruff flew around.

"Ahhh......hhhhh

He suddenly rolled up his sleeves, revealing two thin arms.

"Come on, give me a blood curse! Then you should believe me, right? ”

This time, Heine was stunned.

Because of Githil, the blood curses in the mountains of McKara are varied.

But beyond the mountains, the blood curse has only one meaning:

Enslavement.

As a basic spell, it is essentially a punishment to regulate behavior, and there is no mental constraint.

But even so, its conditions are extremely harsh.

Either there is a huge disparity in strength, and the difference is so much that there are three or four levels.

Either one party is willing.

Therefore, the blood servants are stupid and stupid, and only if their intelligence is damaged can they not resist.

Even a person like Simon who is scared all day long is unwilling to exchange a blood curse for a steady, which shows how unreasonable this thing is.

"Are you serious?" Heine asked.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up!" Carl muttered: "I believe in Yuan Ling, not you, hurry up!" ”

Good fellow, why are you in a hurry than me......

The first time he used the Blood Curse, Heine was quite a novelty.

With a flash of blood, there was a bright red mark on Karl's arm that resembled the Soul Rebuke's curse.

"Now you're down-to-earth, let me out!"

Carl clattered against the iron railing.

Heine couldn't laugh or cry, how could he be more energetic than him.

He asked the sheep to open the cage, and instead of hiding it, he directly put Duoduo into Red's body, so that she could read the memory as soon as possible.

Karl stared intently at the scene, and the words came to his mouth:

"The perfect evil spirit, without dead air, is the purest form of soul matter...... That's how you control Naga? ”

"How did you guess?"

Carl scratched his hair: "I didn't think much of it at all, but after I was locked up, I learned about what happened here from Frey, and I didn't wait for the House of Truth to send someone to know that the source of the information was blocked." ”

Heine was stunned: "How long did you come here?" ”

Karl: "I came a few days after Naga replied, about a month, twenty days ago?" I arrived in Eagle Wing City by airship, and then walked into Rock Town, blaming me for being cheap, and seeing that the detector index was abnormal, I followed the traces of the annihilation of the Yuan Spirit, only to find that it had already been occupied by someone after I came in, and then I was locked up. ”

"Probe?"

"Well, this."

Karl reached out and grabbed the thing with a mage's hand.

Like a Gameboy, all silver, with a line of numbers displayed on it as he touched the button.

Bold 99.

"Don't get me wrong, 99 is my test limit, but it's definitely not the limit here."

Carl Lian said: "This is a small Yuan Ling laboratory, which is definitely not comparable to the kind of spirit factory, and I dare to guarantee that the magic circle is hidden in a corner, but my detector is not accurate enough."

"By the way, how did you find it, you haven't replied to me yet, what level of Yuan Ling affinity are you, how many Yuan Ling Arrays have you found? What about spiritism? ”

The problem shot out like a cannon, and those who didn't know thought Heine had been hit by a blood curse.

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Heine motioned for him to calm down.

"Let's go another way, I ask, you answer, let me figure out the situation first."

"Okay."

Karl replied simply.

"What are you doing here? What are those black things? What do these devices do? and ......"

Heine picked up the silver wand that Red had been using on him.

"What is this?"

It looks like a large laser pointer, which doesn't fit in with the magical style of the McKara Mountains.

Carl thought for a moment.

"I'll have to start you at the beginning.

"The essence of spells is the skill of using energy, and the fixation and encapsulation of spells on objects becomes magic elements.

"But this whole set of work processes and ideas is not the first of its kind to the mage, it originally came from the Yuan Ling Laboratory.

"'Yuan' means tiny, so Yuan Ling is tiny spirit.

"The word 'element' was first used for primordial spirit devices, but now the wizarding world doesn't recognize it.

"Here, with these devices, we can solidify spiritism on objects, making them primordial instruments,

"The thing in your hand is the Yuan Ling equipment that I have spent many days producing, as for the black thing you said...... I really don't know. ”

Karl scratched his head vigorously:

"What do you see that is black?"

(End of chapter)