Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 16 15. Psychic power?What I fight is psionic power!

Barbarus, Southern Marshes, Diderot Mountains.
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Alien lord Dursley was standing beside the experiment table thinking, his conversion experiment had just suddenly failed.

On the experimental table, the lower body parts that seemed to be randomly cut were quietly placed together in a certain order, and the thick black twine roughly sewed these body parts together.Some yellow-black pus was slowly flowing along the wound.

Yes, the little lord Dursley is making a high-level puppet. Generally speaking, no matter low-level or high-level, puppets are assembled from the corpses of strong low-level people. The only difference may be the psionic power applied to it Witchcraft is different.

The witchcraft to create a high-level puppet consumes a lot of psionic energy. According to Dursley's level, creating a high-level puppet will make him weak for a period of time.

But if it is the real master of Barbarus, the High Lord Nacre, that guy can instantly create more than a dozen high-level puppets by raising his hand.
Although Dursley could also raise his hand to create a dozen low-level puppets, the gap between low-level puppets and high-level puppets is difficult to bridge.

These mass-produced low-level puppets can only fight, unlike those high-level puppets who can organize their own tactics and use simple spiritual powers to command low-level puppets.

Moreover, the force value of a high-level puppet is several times that of a low-level puppet.

But before that, the little lord Dursley has always been adhering to the principle of flying bricks with great strength and not sacrificing quality. As long as I have enough low-level puppets, I can pile up a single high-level puppet on the opposite side.

——Yes, these lords in the south all prefer simple puppets, and some will domesticate other monsters, but only those lords with sufficient territory will have other choices besides puppets.

For example, Dursley, he used the crowd tactics to kill several small lords nearby, and then raised many dirty hounds.

But now... nothing works.

Gritting his teeth, Dursley thought, since the arrival of the Death Guard in the north, and the arrival of that monster with a scythe that wandered around at night, the harvesting of the bottom has become more and more difficult.

At first they just thought that capturing the village at night would be more complicated.

In fact, it was like this at first, the death guards led by Typhon actively organized night protection work in various villages.
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But they all ignored the guy who was like them, wandering in the poisonous fog.

what happened? !That guy is obviously a low-level guy, and he doesn't have psychic powers because he is a mixed blood like Karastifon. He is a tall and strong low-level guy!How did he kill those little lords?
Unknown to the lords, the person involved was already dead.

Holding a sickle, that guy appeared in the poisonous mist without a sound, and then cut off the heads of the alien lords who went down the mountain to hunt.

Dursley was a little thankful that he never went down to hunt, but his slave hunting party suffered heavy losses. Nearly a hundred puppets died in several downhill hunts.

—No, it won't, if it goes down the mountain, it will kill the goddamn bastard.

That lowly bottom! ! !
Having said that, the Alien Lord Dursley has been quietly staying in the territory since then.

News of the alien lords being killed in the territory continued to spread.

It's impossible to say no to panic.

But the way to go down the mountain to hunt the bottom was blocked, no matter how many slave hunting teams went down the mountain, they would all end up being beheaded.

Without the raw materials for making puppets, Dursley couldn't continue his tactics.

So Lord Dursley had no choice but to bite the bullet and try to create advanced puppets.

But just now his first attempt failed.

It feels like I was suddenly interrupted from the connection with the Supreme Heaven.

Dursley was standing beside the experimental bench, thinking, while other experimental instruments were operating in other places in the room, the roar of the steam engine, and the creaking sound of the mechanical arm.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows at the door, the face under the gas mask was blurred, making it difficult to discern its true face.

The shadow was about three meters away from Dursley, and Lord Dursley was still standing by the laboratory table, with his back to the door without knowing it.

Lord Dursley knew that if there had been an attack, his puppets and dirty hounds would have started agitating.

However, it miscalculated——

——In an instant, it was as if someone had suddenly strangled his throat, and his eyes suddenly went dark, as if the connection between the soul and the body was suddenly broken!
The figure at the door suddenly rose up! ! !Lift the knife and go straight to its face! ! !

Dursley subconsciously raised his hand to block, and at the same time used his most commonly used detonation witchcraft with the other hand!
"what!!!!"

The hand that tried to use witchcraft burst instantly, and the sickle changed its angle, bypassing the block, and hooked its internal organs!
The curved blade of the scythe avoids blocking skillfully, and the tip of the blade slices through Dursley's huge and bloated body like cutting through tofu.

Probe the tip of the knife again, and go deep inside. A bunch of blood-red viscera hang on it like plump grapes, and fall out together with the scythe!
"you!"

Dursley stared at the uninvited guest, and in the last second of its life, it saw the dead soul.

Compared with other bottom layers, the tall and burly body is covered with dark leather protective clothing. Above the gas mask and under the hood, there is a pair of black pupils without any soul, deep, as if to suck everything ! ! !

This is a cursed soul!
That pair of black eyes looked at it without any emotion, raised the knife and slashed again.

The knife rises and falls.

Today is a good day.

Hades thought cheerfully, the assassination was successful, and he met a fool.

It seemed that the alien lord was dead, and Hades was worried, so he gave it a few more knives.

After that, he looked at the things on the laboratory table with some disgust. The body parts were placed in a mess on it, and the corpse oil dripped all over the floor.

fuck.

Hades didn't bother with the corpses first. Now that the lord is dead, the puppets should also feel the spiritual changes, and they should flee.

Hades quickly ran up the route he had just explored, and he quickly ran to the top of the tower.

A few golems were running crumbling across the top of the castle, and Hades was quick to bestow mercy on them.

Then he looked towards the edge, and several cannons stood there impressively.

Unlike the imagined medieval cannons, the weapons here are all electronically modified—"the appearance is the same as medieval cannons", "the use is also the same as medieval cannons", "the shells fired are also the same as medieval cannons, which means they are very powerful Some", "but not medieval cannons" magically modified cannons.

Hades ran over and looked out along the observation port. The first puppets who fled were obviously approaching the place where he planted mines.

Hades adjusted the muzzle and aimed them at the shed where Dursley kept his dirty hounds. Affected by the commotion, several hounds broke their chains and ran out.

Do not worry about it.

Hades ignited the turret, then quickly ran away, five meters away.

Had he stood where he was, Hades bet the cannon would either stall or blow up.

Several cannons were ignited one by one, and Hades followed suit, and after blowing up the hound house, he started to blow up the puppets.

——The mines buried in the distance also began to explode.

The scattered puppets have completely lost their desire to escape. These corpses born of witchcraft only have the desire to kill and torture.

Amid countless roaring and shining explosions, Hades leaned over and jumped off the fortress, reaping with his knife.

Once upon a time, he also watched Mortarion harvest the puppets so mercilessly.

And now, it's time for him to bloom the killing flower!
　The soul of Secondary School is on fire!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)