Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 178 Senior Psychic

As one of the oldest living creatures in the world.

The life form of the Mourning Wood is quite primitive.

Therefore, Zu Mu's "Yuanling Affinity" is terrifyingly high.

As a quarter of the roots of the ancestral tree, Quelkus naturally inherited this characteristic.

As for the method of "killing" yourself, it comes from Saberia.

To be precise, it comes from the research of Barry Gitiller.

Possessing greater control than Barry, Quelkus completely separated his consciousness, soul, and even body - this big tree.

Then, it distributed the soul quality to its "friends" and helped them grow into "leader creatures".

Then they summon a large number of dead souls from the underworld, make a huge zombie, and hide it in it to avoid the attraction of the shadow world and the underworld.

This is how this colorless tree was born.

Its vitality is blocked by the zombies who are dead souls.

Although Quelkus was not dead yet, the tree was.

It is an undead tree controlled by living spirits.

Just like George.

Just the other way around.

...

"This is where common sense is challenged..."

Heine didn't understand.

In his understanding, consciousness and soul quality of different origins will be mutually exclusive, which is why Barry's shapeshifter experiment failed.

A similar problem occurred when Megumin possessed Naga who had not been "cleaned out".

So, why can Quelkus' soul be accepted by Kaana and the others, and why can he even become a boss because of it?

If I could learn this skill, wouldn't I be able to upgrade my players on the spot?

"How do you make them accept your soul and become stronger?" he asked.

"this is very simple……"

Quelkus said slowly.

...

It turns out that Quelkus "transformed" Kaana and the others.

It is born to be a high-level psychic.

Therefore, Barry's theory has been put into more in-depth practice here, and even many things that only exist in Barry's imagination can be realized by it.

Nothing else, the Yuanling affinity is too high.

This is also a certain degree of force.

And this transformation may be difficult for others to understand, but Heine became more and more familiar with it...

Isn’t this just a player? ?

Kaana and they were also broken into three parts by Quelkus:

Consciousness, soul, body.

Corresponding respectively:

The player's consciousness, soul fire, and skeleton body.

Exactly the same!

Although all aspects have been magically modified, the core concepts remain the same.

It also retains the growth potential of these "boss creatures".

Just like players can continuously upgrade.

As for the thick fog in the core area of ​​the Withered Scar, it is their "resurrection pool".

Isn't this just a fish pond?

No wonder these guys fell asleep as soon as they came in.

and many more……

Heine frowned again.

Although this looks very much like a fish pond, if you think about it carefully, it is very different from a fish pond.

First of all, players will not become dull because their level is low - their intelligence will not be reduced because their strength is weakened.

Secondly, the fish pond does not restrict players.

It was just a bathhouse to speed up recovery.

It does not mean that players can die casually as long as they register their name in the fish pond, and they can be resurrected from the fish pond even after they die.

Although he has not dared to do this experiment until now, he does not think that the fish pond in the Lord's Mansion is of such virtue.

Because this is more of a "curse" than a "blessing."

This is clearly permanent slavery.

Unless the withered creatures here can be like Dailin who accidentally attached their consciousness to a ball of dirty blood and was taken away by a dagger, they will be trapped here for the rest of their lives.

This is the essential difference.

...

Heine's expression was noticed by Quelkus.

"It seems you have guessed it too."

it sighed.

"I thought it was a well-intentioned move, but it led to a bigger mistake... What's the difference between me doing this and those guys who create magic nets by enslaving 'spirits'?"

Heine: "You mean those spiritual embers above the mist?"

"Is that what you call those dead spirits... Yes, they do not come from the magic network above the head, but are made by me.

“For a flying insect, coming back from the dead for the first time may be a surprise, but repeating it countless times until it is completely numb, loses the touch of life, and becomes a puppet that can only follow instructions, is not considered life anymore. .

"Flying insects are like this. The higher the intelligence, the more intense the pain and struggle. So as time goes by, this pain seeps into the fog, and it is also polluted. More and more spiritual embers appear in the fog. Outside the wall, this place is completely blocked.

"Just like the magic net binds the 'spirit', and I bind the life, there is no difference between us.

“As a result, the withering was not contained, but intensified due to my disappearance, showing signs of losing control.

"And I am trapped by my undead body. Although the zombies can isolate pollution, they also isolate me from the possibility of sending messages to the outside world..."

At this point, it sighed sincerely.

"Fortunately, you came and I still had time to make amends."

Heine nodded slightly.

"Is that sentence 'You're finally here' a distress signal you left behind?"

"Yes, that is a message I left on the 'spirit'. If anyone can communicate with them, tell them this.

"I have talked with another human being before. You are very similar to him. You have the same ability to communicate with spirits. Many of my ideas are also inspired by him.

"If anyone can save me, it can only be someone of your kind."

Heine's heart moved: "Your idea of ​​transforming Kaana and the others also came from him? And the fog outside?"

Quelkus said in surprise: "Yes, do you know him? He seems to call himself a duke."

Sure enough it was him...

Heine was stunned.

This was undoubtedly the Archduke of Macalla at that time.

It seems that he is also a psychic. No wonder he can find the five magic circles in the territory.

"Sorry, I don't know him well. After all, it's been too long since then."

"Yeah, it's been too long for me, let alone a human being."

Quelkus sighed.

"How can I help you?" Heine asked immediately.

"Kill me, and then use the method of 'exiling the undead' to send me to the Shadow Realm."

Quelkus replied: "I will take all the hatred, anger and regret accumulated in the past to the Shadow Realm, along with these embers.

"In the kingdom of the dead, we will find rest. Just like the fallen leaves melting into the soil, the dead deserve to rest in peace and do not deserve to be tortured like this.

"But before that, you'd better burrow into my trunk. My zombies have absorbed too much death energy in the past, and you may not be able to withstand this level of erosion."

"it is good."

Heine had no intention of showing off.

He estimated that even the three holy light storage wells combined might not be able to neutralize the death energy accumulated by Quelkus.

As long as such a being dies, the death energy here alone will be enough for him to be promoted to a lich on the spot, and he will definitely go to the underworld instead of the shadow world.

At that time, it will either be caught as a big fish by others, or it will take the initiative to bite the hook and become a lich.

No matter what, they are all Xanatos's people, bah, tree.

So its solution is the best policy.

The good news is that the blight marks are finally gone.

The bad news is that it's going to be a death mark.

……

……

"You said he knew my sister?" Delin asked in surprise.

Somewhere in the mist, Hui Yue had just finished telling Jiang Lu’s story.

— the part she knew.

"Of course." Hui Yue said: "Otherwise, how could this dagger be in his skeleton's hand? Why, you don't want to see her?"

"No, it's just like this...am I considered an undead creature now? My sister hates the undead..."

Hui Yue was silent.

She really couldn't say anything to enlighten her...because she also hated the undead.

But she couldn't explain why she hated it.

Desecrating the dead and spreading plague?

Thinking about it carefully, she has never seen the sight of necromancy raging in all her life.

Thanks to the cooperation between Cuiye Court and Eternal Dawn, any necromancers in the east will be killed, so they are only scattered in the McCalla Mountains.

I heard that most of the necromancers are in the Luku Plain, but this is just a hearsay.

Instead, there was even more raging withering power.

Even so, she had no resistance to the withered bow, and she had been like this from the beginning.

The elves have been enemies with the Blight for so many years, but in the end, what they hate the most is the undead they have never seen before...

Hui Yue now feels vaguely strange. Where does this "power addiction" come from?

She was thinking when she suddenly felt the wind blowing.

In her field of vision, those looming silver spots were flying behind her like shooting stars, and there were more shooting stars gathering in the distance.

"Is this...where?"

Quelkus is absorbing them?

Suddenly, there was a sound of flapping wings.

She looked up and saw a beautiful giant eagle with a faint glow of feathers.

Feather of Glory?

It obviously saw this, and it flapped its wings and landed.

Only then did Hui Yue realize that there were two people on its back and two people were still holding on to its claws.

To be precise, four skeletons.