Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 125 Reunion after a long absence

After handing the prisoners over to Dylan, Heine took Saberia into the house.

Not counting the "Elimont Takeoff" time, this is the first reunion between the two after more than 800 years.

Saberia had mixed emotions.

Barry's expression was indifferent.

After all, he is a ruthless person who has stripped away his anger, and his other emotions are also vaguely disturbed.

Even if he knew who the old farmer-like black-faced man in front of him was, he wasn't too excited.

But it was this calmness that stirred Saberia's heart.

This is clearly contempt for his existence!

After looking at him for a few seconds, Barry said: "It seems that you failed, and failed completely."

Saberia sneered: "That would be better than you losing all your power."

Barry shook his head: "In the past, you wouldn't have retorted because of this provocation. Is it because your incomplete soul makes you unable to control your emotions freely?"

"You fart!"

"It seems so."

Barry thought thoughtfully and took out a shorthand magic quill.

Dylan bought it for him, and he could record it just by opening his mouth.

The old man's hands are shaking so much now that he can't write.

"Start recording: 'Separating from emotions will damage the soul, but cutting the soul directly will affect the overall emotional control'..."

Sabilia stood up suddenly and said angrily: "You are already a waste, what's the use of studying this!"

swish

The quill pen also wrote down this sentence.

Barry looked at the "trash" line and couldn't help scratching his bald head.

The level of this is not high, as long as you start recording, it will record whoever speaks.

Forget it, there's no way to delete it.

He simply continued to record:

"'Even if the strength drops below level five, the emotional interference caused by the extraordinary energy will remain...', stop recording."

He looked at the other person: "Okay, you can continue to be angry now."

Saberia was stunned for a few seconds and sat down slumped.

Not a word.

Barry waited for a while and then asked: "So have you discovered anything new in the past eight hundred years or so? About our research."

Ok?

Heine's ears perked up.

It seems that in addition to the shapeshifters, they are also engaged in some undocumented research.

Is it because it cannot be recorded?

He inexplicably remembered the 'price of power' mentioned by Siara.

Saberia was also a little surprised.

But then he said in a self-deprecating tone:

"Eli's situation is different from ours. Rather than being 'tied to a chariot', it is better to say that he voluntarily surrendered to a great will.

"Perhaps because of this obedience, it was not disturbed by the endless murmur of the wind.

"As for me, although I can now express this trouble freely, I cannot express it accurately due to the lack of power. After all, as I gave up most of my power, those whispers have disappeared."

Barry thought thoughtfully: "It sounds like some kind of dynamic oath. A person who is strongly restrained cannot speak because of the restraint. When the restraint is relieved, he cannot express it because his feelings are not strong enough... It seems to be the same as the initial guess."

"What's the point of studying this?"

Saberia sneered:

"They are all people who are about to be buried."

Barry said calmly: "The meaning of passing on knowledge is to make the road smoother for those who come after me. What's more, I still have descendants."

He raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a perfectly sarcastic smile:

“This is also the reason why you elves are not as good as humans. Rather than living a long life, you are more like a diluted life.

“The long life does not have enough filling, so that the emptiness drowns out the sense of mission. Only when you are young or dying will you burst out with strong vitality.

"You know, after so many years, their research on shapeshifters has not surpassed yours. This kind of self-satisfaction is like a frog in a well."

"you……"

Saberia was obviously very angry at this statement, but there was nothing she could do.

He simply stood up and walked out.

Linumu, who had been standing quietly at the door, quickly followed and made a "leave me alone" gesture to Heine.

Barry looked at Heine, as if asking him if he had any surprises for him.

Heine opened the box and took out the cocoon of soul whose light had dimmed.

Then he simply told the complete incident process that he pieced together.

"...With the death of Lich Eli, the soul on the totem suddenly began to form a cocoon, and it slowly became what it is now in the past half a day."

It now looks like a dragon egg twisted by dark green vines, about twenty centimeters high.

Barry took one look and said, "It's dying."

"what?"

"The hard shell you touch is the fibrotic soul substance. It is originally the nutrient for the new soul, but it will quickly deteriorate when exposed to the air. When it is completely solidified, it will be a dead egg."

Heine couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

But the souls he has seen are all transparent...

As if reading his mind, Barry explained:

“Eli’s soul has long been fused with the energy of the wind element, so it takes on color.

“And it’s favored by a certain will, so it’s immortal.

“Sabellia’s inability to leave Eagle Cry Mountain after taking possession of its body is also because she inherited this favor.

"So...do you think it's a curse or a blessing?"

Heine was silent for a few seconds.

"curse."

"Yes, good boy, you understand very well."

Barry showed a satisfied but permeating smile: "The curse has imprinted its soul on the body, and only death is the release.

"But due to the inheritance instinct of the beast, when it dies completely, the soul absorbed by the soul-binding totem spontaneously gives birth to a new consciousness. This is an inheritance behavior that complies with the rules of life and death."

Heine: "Can it be saved? How can I help it hatch?"

Barry thought for a moment.

"How do you replenish the soul quality of those summons?"

"Replenishing soul quality... If you mean 'rest', it is in the magic circle of the Lord's Mansion."

"It might be possible to save it by taking it there, but as for more, there's nothing I can do."

"Oh, right." After a pause, he added: "Soul-binding totem, does it sound like a prop for necromancy?"

Heine was shocked.

Don't tell me...

"Is a totemist also a type of psychic?"

"It's just the general use of spells. In our time, although the evaluation of necromancy was bad, it was not as bad as it is now..."

Barry couldn't find a suitable adjective for a moment and simply gave up.

"You can ask Saberia, if he is willing to talk. Forget it, that guy's situation is not much better than mine. Okay, I'm tired, do you have anything else to do?"

Heine: "Last time I said that I found a new Yuanling magic circle in the lumberyard in the eastern suburbs..."

Barry shook his head: "This is your business. I can't help you much, just like I can with this egg. Use the Yuanling to completely peel off a soul... I have never heard of such a thing. Is this what you plan to do?" To deal with Saberia?"

Heine nodded and couldn't help but hesitated: "Are you trying to persuade me..."

Barry grinned, showing his rotten teeth: "Torture him for me."

"……it is good!"

...

When Heine went out with the box, Dylan was walking inside with a glass bottle containing blood worms.

Heine asked in surprise: "Did Linumu plant Hemolytic Wood?"

The last time he'd seen the bloodworm, Matt Gitiller hadn't died, and the farm's storage well wasn't leaking.

Dylan: "Yes, he gave birth to several trees, and Rowan's research also allowed me to improve the method of breeding blood worms. Now these cute little guys will no longer eat the brains of their hosts, as long as they can sense Matrix stored in the manor.”

It sounds like the captives will never leave the farm again.

Considering that they followed Jin Ya and did a lot of evil, Heine didn't have any psychological burden.

"Where are the Linumu?" he asked.

He still had something to ask the wood elf for.

Dylan pointed at the airship and said with a smile, "Serve the elderly people on it."

He smiled a little gloatingly.

After bidding farewell to Dylan, Heine had just stepped onto the airship when he saw a group of "little tree people" as tall as dwarves swirling around Linumu and Saberia.

He couldn't help but stepped forward curiously.

"what is that?"