The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

“Missing again? How come?”

Though it's hard to be surprised by the face of the bones left behind, the witch Edwin still can't believe the news he just heard.

It is now midnight, the day after Lord Davide's army began to assemble, and it is incredible, indeed, that missing persons are constantly present in the camps.

If the missing are just ordinary low-order dead spirits, maybe they walk and they naturally disperse. It's no big deal. If the missing are medium- and high-order dead spirits, maybe there are strong hunters hunting in the dark, which is understandable, but the missing ones are...

“Yes, the camp of Lord Cabernet in the southwestern city is empty, the tents are there, the appliances are there, even the personal appliances of everyone, but they are empty. ”

The messenger was a ghost, his expression blurred, and his flashing shadow shell revealed his uncertain heart.

“How is that possible! This is the thirty-seventh time that the group has disappeared, even though high-ranking spirits are constantly visiting, they are still missing. By the way, does Lord Carpenter know? ”

It has to be said that it is a wonderful irony that the dead encounter ghost stories, which silently disappear from colleagues, making them incomprehensible.

If there is a sudden attack, how can it be so unresponsive, there is no trace of battle on the scene, other races, there could be widespread mental attack, but the whole family of dead spirits immune to psychic magic, how can it be so silent.

“Lord Carpenter... Lord Carpenter was in the barracks, and he disappeared! ”

The demon stood up fiercely, the flame of the soul in the orbit could not hold, just suddenly disappeared the low-order dead spirit is nothing, but at least the legendary spirit monarch can no longer be so unknown, the power of Carbon is definitely not under himself, if he can suddenly disappear, how can he call himself safe?

Can you kill the Lord of the Dead in a second? Can it leave no trace? And a few of the big guys are scanning the camp over and over. Even after a long time without feeling the threat of death, the witch Edwin still feels the vest getting cold, seemingly hiding something spying on himself in the dark.

“Actually, I have a little clue, but I'm not sure yet...”

The shadow's fluctuations grew stronger, as if it contained secrets that prevented it from restraining its excitement.

“What the hell did you find! Say it!”

And the impatient emotion made the witch face the ghost proactively, grasping the other person's vain body, hurrying to ask.

“Well, that's...”

Unfinished, the witch found that the shadow seemed to begin to dissipate, the dark wind filled the room with smoke, the silent cry was a scream of the soul, something seemed to have been triggered, and the ghost began to die automatically.

“Say it! I command you, say it! ”

The impatient witch Edwin hurriedly approached the ghost, and his arm filled with a lot of negative energy, telling him to hold on to his dissipating body, and then he found out something was wrong.

The negative energy sent out, such as the sea of stone sinking, reached out to the arm and found it impossible to retrieve, but the shadow completely turned into black fog, and the fog re-turned into distorted faces, some of which were so familiar.

The sound of a dull soul echoes in the room without the temperature of any emotion.

“Join us...”

“… why you! Carbon!”

The most striking face was the recently disappeared Great Soul. It didn't feel good. Edwin immediately intended to initiate a protective spell, but there was no response. When the fog completely dissipated, the witch's camp was empty. As long as the windows opened and the night breeze blew, the log on the desk was repeatedly turned over, as if the owner was still here.

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“Did you hear that? It's horrible how many dead spirits disappear at night. The disappeared person actually has a witch. It is said that not only his people are gone, but even the life box is empty. It is horrible that the witch can make the life box disappear. ”

“What are you afraid of? You're not a dead spirit. ”

Obviously there was no interest in Betty's shout, Dwarf “Big Sister" Mary was trapped in the camp, she had been out of alcohol for two days, her face was full of tiredness and sluggishness, according to what she said it was the habit of the Dwarves, it would be fine in two days, but I know it was just alcohol poisoning caused by a simple excessive alcoholism, it would be fine in two days... or she was right, it was just a habitual alcoholism of a national nature.

“… the trade channels that I have just created, those dead spirits are really in stock, especially those who are intelligent, and with some outdated periodicals and books, you can exchange lots of magic and gold for treasures. The corpse witch promised to introduce me to a big boss witch, but the boss disappeared and canceled, ah ah, that bastard still owes me two silver coins, he's going to trade me for the enchanted curse skull! ”

“… not to mention that the cursed skull handled by the Enchant is a precious material of the magic of the Dead. You are a true priest with this and a blasphemous. That thing has a minimum price of tens of thousands of gold coins and you intend to collect them? That's too bad for a traitor. ”

What can I say? Are you a priest of the Goddess of Fortune? You can even earn the money of a dead man!

“By the way, I can sell God-blessed amulets! Now people are scared... they are scared, they can definitely sell! ”

“Just don't take it off and be discovered. By the way, have you noticed that a lot of dead spirits have become dull lately, they seem to be confused...“

Well, while we can make money, while we can propagate the doctrine, maybe dig a few more followers from the dead, that business outside the door is enough to impress the wealth goddess's fans, let alone talk, and my research is on track.

In the center of the room, there is a decaying stone tombstone, but the surrounding area is still full of legal formations, and the dead cat writes and maintains paintings around it.

“Incredible. So small, is that the core of the graveyard demon? ”

Cemetery Demon, one of my harvests in the cloud tower, is also a super-dead creation made according to ancient laws.

He is a strange monster, often the incarnation of a cemetery, which, once awakened, is at least a super-dead war machine above the sacred ranks, and whose specific power and capability depend on the size and history of the cemetery constituted.

If it is an ordinary graveyard... ordinary graveyards cannot be made, it is usually only possible to produce negative energy enough areas after more than 100 years of corrosion, and if it is a graveyard demon that appears on the battlefield 100 years after the blood war, it is a giant war machine more than 100 meters high. If it is a graveyard demon constructed on the battlefield of this level of divine warfare, including the remains of demigods and quasi-gods, it is true that God also has a headache. In fact, a layer of demon lord in the infinite abyss of demons is such a graveyard demon, but it is heard that it is naturally produced.

Ordinary Death Mages see it as the creation of Death Magic, but do not investigate it at all. This is the common disease of most Mages. They are accustomed to the magic of all kinds of mysterious creatures. Never ask why. This is the compatibility created by the overdeveloped magical civilization, but due to the luxurious colours in front of them, many hidden landscapes have been missed.

The most incredible thing about Cemetery Demon is that it was constructed of very high negative energy, that is, despite its negative energy and bones, ninety-nine percent of the material is still earthy.

Well, according to the most basic elemental theory, it seems that he should be an earthly elemental organism, but in fact, no matter what the classification, he sees it as a purely dead organism.

This undoubtedly contradicts the current mainstream theory of death-room research.

Unlike the way I study essentially and fundamentally, the vast majority of Dead Souls are based on the material they can see and touch. They tend to make stronger Dead Souls creatures with better Dead Souls material. Even according to my personal theory, this is not wrong. A strong soul must have a strong body in order to achieve the strongest strength. Gentlemen... A positive soul must bear a healthy body, otherwise most of it will go wrong, but this is definitely not the whole creation of Dead Souls!

The bones of legendary powerful people can often produce legendary dead spirits, but that does not mean that all legendary dead spirits must be made from the bones of legendary strong people, which in most magicians' eyes is unquestionable.

If we follow the classic model of the creation of the dead, there is no way to explain why ninety-nine percent of the graveyard demons built of dirt are so powerful, so powerful that they have the blasphemous halo in mind, their own fighting power is amazing, but they can also become the resupply sites and training centers of the dead, let alone the sources of those supernatural abilities.

Perhaps they would say that the bones worked, but the bones buried in the soil were undoubtedly a random combination of natural formation.

If any combination of materials can make up a magical creation, it can create the top spirit with a lot of supernatural abilities. What else do you need to do with a magic array of dead spirits and a magician of dead spirits? This in itself is a mockery of the classic theory of dead spirits' creation.

But I can explain it very clearly with my demonology of the dead, which is also the root cause of my interest in graveyard demons.

“Only a strong enough soul can drive such a powerful dead creature, and through research it has been determined that the soul does not possess much intelligence… No, it should be said that without any memory and knowledge, it is like a newborn baby, his soul is so blank that there is a soul above the legendary class just born, which is simply unexplainable. ”

This naturally reminds me of the river that turns my soul back, and after several experiments I have come to the conclusion that it is most likely to be close to the truth.

This soul is not an individual in the cemetery, but a collection of countless individual wrecks. The whole cemetery is his flesh, and the accompanying soul is born in this flesh.

Perhaps the final conclusion is somewhat disloyal, but I personally feel that there is some truth:

Under the prolonged erosion of negative energy, the normal transformation from life to death is reversed, the bone of the deceased becomes the catalyst for transformation, but the sludge full of the bone completes the transformation from death to life, all the remnants synthesized (swallowing each other's birth) into a collective consciousness, he is a newborn, so he is blank and takes time and knowledge to catalyze his maturation.

Well, now that you know how graveyard demons are made, what's the point? More than a hundred years of graveyards are not everywhere, which creates a lot of unknown in the collective consciousness, even if mass production is not possible.

But just follow the gourd drawing lady, follow the drawings and process to make the finished product, just a third-class technician, a true researcher, can improve the original design according to the principle, if the material is insufficient, you can look for alternatives and even make products far beyond the original.

“… the formation of graveyard demons requires two basic conditions, first, the amassing of many negative energies into a relatively independent individual, and secondly, many relatively independent souls. And in a sense, the army of the dead, gathered together, meets this basic condition: they are a whole (legions), but there are countless independent pieces of soul (the dead themselves). ”

Of course, this is not enough. There are many mysteries of the creation of graveyard demons. The mere gathering of dead spirits cannot achieve the premise of cluster consciousness, so I moved some hands and feet.

“Is this tombstone the soul of the newborn graveyard demon? ”

“No, no, he's just a soul fragment of Little Three, and I split it it up as part of my research. If it is a complete Little Three and it doesn't do much good, he already has his own flesh, but if it is an incomplete fragment in front of him and desires it to be complete, he will accomplish my goal, and he will be the seed of this soul giant! ”

There is a connection between the dead. The dead emperor controls the dead emperor. The dead emperor controls the high-order dead spirit with a soul contract. The high-order dead spirit controls a large number of low-order dead spirits. This is a conceptually established network of souls. He is also the backbone of the dead army.

If you think of a dead army as an individual, every member is his cell, but these cells have an independent consciousness. What happens when one day, the consciousness of the cluster is awakened and you order your cells to obey their own command and destroy the consciousness of the individual cells?

Now “Little Three” is that cluster consciousness, all I have to do is simply tell him that the whole army of the dead is his flesh, this network of dead souls is his meridians and blood vessels, he should wake up!

“He is awake, he needs flesh, he needs the power of death to be gathered together, he needs all the cells to be arranged according to his will, he is a premature infant who is not born enough, he wants to be… born! ”

I don't know exactly what kind of strange changes this has gone through, like nobody knows how babies get their own consciousness and soul, how many amazing processes are in it, all I have to do is satisfy the conditions for this phenomenon to happen, and then it happens naturally, but...

“... to be honest, I don't know what this will do, but don't you think it's funny just because you don't know? Experiments destined to succeed are uninteresting, but the unknown is the most appealing. And if I succeed, my death-construction will yield new results! ”

And now my experiment results, this camp, the army of the dead, lives, cleans up the impurities in his body, perfects his soul and flesh. He orders his blood vessels, trunk, limbs and organs to obey his orders and build his most perfect body.

The dead spirits came together blindly and merged with each other to devour each other. They could not resist, nor would they resist, just as the flesh could not refuse the command of the soul. Only those who proved themselves strong to the world with the emblem of the soul could sustain their independence for a short time. Instead, they let the cluster consciousness come forward proactively and turn them into nutrients in advance. Since they were still part of this army, they were naturally devoured without resistance.

A nascent soul is on its way to being born, and as the pilot of the experiment, I can't finish my daily experimental record, countless inspirations flash in my mind, as if I were about to see the birth of another good work, and this time, since it was a reunion of regiments that brought war, I intend to call him Mars.

Perhaps only by constructing a sacred order of mind like the world from me can the despair of being conceptually defined as part of the great army be avoided, a standard that is not necessarily insured in the light of the fact that there is already a sacred monarch of the dead.

Of course, it's easy to reject Mars' summons, just tell yourself that you're not part of the Undead Army, but an outsider, and then Mars is naturally incapable of defining you as part of his flesh.

But unfortunately, as long as I don't say it, no soul can think of it.

This is really unreasonable, but with a geographic medieval view, if anyone predicts that steel can float in the water, they will definitely be treated as lunatics, many seemingly unreasonable phenomena, just because the research is not deep enough, but the results of the experiment can be deduced backwards. If this experiment is really successful, I fear, I will step by step reverse the intermediate process, which is destined to yield a lot.

“Well... have you thought about how it ends? This thing makes me feel furry, you're not afraid to control him. ”

“Don't worry, I've thought about it. ”

“Perfect control readiness? How did you do that? When did you do it? ”

“… it should be said that since there is no idea how to control it, there is no intention of controlling it at all. Will parents plan the future of their newborn child? Let him grow freely and happily. Well, from this appetite, he's going to be a healthy good boy. ”

[He will definitely be healthy, the others will definitely be very unhealthy! Don't talk like an overly energetic, proud, stupid parent of a bear child. You can't even think about it. Even the sacred steps are consumed as nutrients during pregnancy. What kind of monster would you end up with? High order dead spirits are clearly much better as flesh than negative energy dirt. How strong will the dead spirits be in the end? Bi-directional spiritual and physical boosts will result in geometric boosts! There's no cap on that shit. Have you thought about it? I told you you'd destroy the world sooner or later! System Tip: Five Point Justice Points is automatically deducted. You don't have to thank me. By the way, what do you think of my next growl?

Heroise nodded lightly, and she got used to it.

“... My lord, you will destroy the world sooner or later, really. ”