I, who was supposed to slay dragons, accidentally started cultivating immortals

Chapter 345 Honoria's Memories

Imperial capital, Nibelungen.

"Alchemy... doll?" Hearing what Lu Mingfei and Liu Xiu said, Old Tang's eyes widened.

There is actually a dragon that has created an alchemy body that allows living beings to store their lives?

He had asked Norton before if he could make Little Silver a body similar to that of an ordinary person, and Norton's answer was yes, but it would take time.

As the greatest alchemist in the Dragon Clan besides the Black King and the White King - the King of Bronze and Fire, it is not difficult to research such a body, but it will take time.

Unfortunately, Norton had never thought of making a simulated human body before, so research in this area was actually blank.

After all, what's the use of a simulated human body for a dragon king tyrant?The cost is high, and it is fragile, and when humans were enslaved by dragons, they were everywhere.

Those snake-shaped terracotta warriors in the Bronze City have taken into account cost, combat power, production efficiency and recyclability at the same time. Isn't the price/performance ratio dozens of times stronger than the simulated human body?
So Norton never thought of conducting research in this area. If he had to start from scratch, especially if he couldn't do experiments in the real world, even the King of Bronze and Fire would need at least 30 years to design such an exquisite alchemy creation. Although this time is not long for Long, it is very long for Old Tang as a human being.

And to be honest, Norton is actually... not very good at the design part and the fine production part. These tasks are usually done by Constantine. Although he is not good at it, he is indeed much worse than his brother in this respect—— Of course, Norton would never tell Old Tang about this, as it would damage his majesty as a monarch.

Even the King of Bronze and Fire needs at least 30 years to design and produce such a simulated body. It is conceivable how much effort the dark monarchs have spent in these thousands of years to get the current Honoria.

And how many inhuman tortures Honoria suffered during this period.

"..."

Honoria timidly hid behind Fenrir, watching the people outside who were still chatting happily looking at her in unison.

The faces of the two good-looking big brothers were gloomy. The big brother holding the jug looked at her with pity and longing. The big sister who had been looking at her with terrible eyes was not so scary now.

Woo... She is so beautiful without such a scary look in her eyes!

Honoria hid behind Fenrir and peeked at Xia Mi with what she thought was an extremely concealed movement, while envious of her being so beautiful.

In the distance, Versetti, who was bloody and paralyzed on the ground, quietly opened his eyes, feeling that his body had completely lost his intuition. Apart from being able to breathe, open his eyes and speak, it was as if he had turned into a stone, and There is no sign of recovery at all.

Is it to interrogate me by leaving me alive and able to speak?

Versetti immediately realized what Liu Xiu was thinking.

While no one was paying attention to him, he opened his mouth slightly, exhausted all his remaining strength, and spit out a complex and ancient short dragon syllable in a way that was almost howling.

"To shut up!"

The first to react was Liu Xiu, who had left some tricks on Versaetti. Almost as soon as the syllable sounded, he restricted his ability to speak just like he restrained Versaiti's limbs, but the syllable had already been blurted out.

The second person to react was Lu Mingfei. An invisible barrier exploded from his body and spread outward, covering everyone.

However, this dragon text is not used for attacking, it will not cause any elemental changes, and it will not cause any mental shock to the person who hears it. It has only one effect - to release Honoria's memory seal.

And disrupt all the measures they have left on Honoria's soul.

"what--"

Almost at the same time as hearing Long Wen, Honoria fell to the ground with her head in her arms.

"Honoria!"

Fenrir turned his head carefully and quickly, and brought his head closer to Honoria who was lying on the ground, curled up and screaming.

"It hurts...my head...it hurts..."

Bloodshots protruded from Honoria's eyes, and invisible spiritual power spread from her body, distorted, chaotic and deformed, and several people who were enveloped felt intense discomfort.

As monks, Lu Mingfei and Liu Xiu immediately realized what had happened after they came into contact with the distorted spiritual power emanating from Honoria.

A large number of soul fragments that were not inferior to her were forcibly sewn into her soul!

Not a golden elixir or a sun god, even a monk's soul has a lifespan limit, but it's already very long compared to an ordinary person's cry.

After being exposed to the spiritual power emitted by Honoria, Lu Mingfei roughly estimated that her soul must have existed for more than 1000 years.

Even if his guess is correct, the soul of Honoria with the body of an alchemy doll in front of him should be Honoria herself, the princess of the Roman Empire 500 years ago!

In other words, she may indeed be the real Honoria, the Honoria that Fenrir snatched from the Roman Empire back then!

If it's a dragon or a monk, it's easy to understand, but for a mere mortal, why can the soul exist for such a long time and be immortal?

The answer is to continuously sew pieces of other souls into her soul, and forcefully prolong the lifespan of her soul in this distorted way. The pain of the soul that never subsides, every time it is stitched up, there will be another wound on the soul, and the pain will deepen once, and it will last until the soul is gone.

Of course, this kind of pain can be temporarily suppressed, but the price is that the soul is going to decay at a faster speed, and in order to avoid corruption, it is necessary to suture at a higher frequency, and then perform higher intensity pain relief, unlimited A vicious cycle, until finally all analgesic methods fail, and the deformed and twisted soul can no longer be sutured, so it is lost in extreme pain.

The heavenly book records some examples of monks using similar means to forcefully leave dear mortals whom they value, but instead bring them endless pain, in order to warn monks that they must not force the lives of mortals who have expired.

Of course, Long didn't know the methods of monks in another world, but the reasoning was the same, so before Liu Xiu, the youthful version of Yuanshen Realm, could figure out what was going on, Lu Mingfei had already made a rough guess.

Anger erupted in his chest like a volcano. At this moment, Lu Mingfei was even more angry than seeing Yao Shuang's father and daughter who were murdered by evildoers. Their lives were taken away, and Honoria not only had to be taken away, but also suffered a lot. Millennia of inhuman torture!

The deformed soul is huge and fragile, exuding distorted spiritual power in the extreme pain. Even monarchs like Old Tang, Xia Mi and Fenrir were affected and felt a little uncomfortable. If there are ordinary people here, they may immediately You will be brain-dead in this out-of-control mental power.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Lu Mingfei walked over, squatted in front of Honoria, who hugged his head and wailed, patted Fenrir's huge head, and comforted him with his child's worried and anxious eyes: "Don't worry, come on!" She won't be in pain anymore."

While speaking, he stretched out his palm and floated above Honoria's head, and his spiritual consciousness slowly penetrated in, restraining the scars all over her deformed soul for her, and suppressing those souls that were forcibly sewn into her body as smoothly as possible. .

The pain from the depths of the soul gradually subsided, and the spiritual power emitted by Honoria also gradually calmed down.

These gradually peaceful mental powers no longer make people feel uncomfortable, but contain some kind of information in them.

Lu Mingfei tried to feel this kind of information, and seemed to be pulled closer to a dream in a trance.

He is like a transparent shadow, standing in the corner of an ancient Roman-style palace, looking at a few nobles wearing gorgeous robes in the style of the ancient Roman court, holding such things as candlesticks, stones, wooden sticks and even exquisitely patterned aristocrats. With things like vases, they surrounded a short boy curled up on the ground with his head in his arms and beat him continuously.

"Don't hit me...don't hit me...don't hit me..."

The young man seemed a little silly, he would only curl up in the face of the beating, and kept repeating the sentence "Don't hit me", neither fighting back, nor dodging, or even saying anything else.

Lu Mingfei frowned, instinctively displeased with the scene in front of him, but after all, it was just an illusion in Honoria's heart, even if he tried to stop it, it would be meaningless.

He turned his head slightly, and moved his gaze to the gate of the palace, where a young girl appeared at some point.

The door opened and the sunlight came in. The beating boy looked up. From his point of view, the girl was standing at the door against the light. Her hair and skirt were flaming red, and her face was blurred in the sunlight. Really, I can only see her brows are like swords, sharp and sharp.

She carried a thorny thorny twig and strode towards the crowd, like a Valkyrie coming out of the light, swung the thorny twig like a sword and lashed at the noble boy who beat the hardest. Tearing the fine clothes, leaving bloodstains on his body.

Amid the wailing, the thorn in her hand waved again, and another wailing sounded.

The plain wrist was raised and lowered, and there was a sound of wailing, and the thorn in her hand swung faster and faster, piercing the air and making a whimpering sound.

Until the thorns whipped every nobleman who besieged the little boy, the girl took a step sideways, raised the thorns again, pointed at the door opened by the trembling noble boys with the thorns, raised her eyebrows, Majestic.

"roll!"

The noble boys dropped their belongings and fled in embarrassment.

The girl threw the thorn aside casually, her palms flushed from the shock.

She helped up the short, wooden boy on the ground, picked off the leaves from his hair from the beating, and asked him, "How is it? Attila, are you seriously injured?"

The boy was very short, and the top of his head only reached the tip of her nose when he stood in front of the girl.

He shook his head: "I'm fine."

(End of this chapter)