Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

In the Messier demiplane, Weilin stood on top of the giant beast, holding the sword of Anansi in his hand, and gently applied force to cut through the hard skin.

The fishy blood slowly flowed out of the wound, emitting a disgusting smell.

In less than a moment, the wound healed automatically.

"I don't see where it came from."

Looking at Kyle flying over, Weilin put away the Sword of Anansi and asked.

Kyle stood beside Weilin and said, "According to my research, this giant beast should be a product of the late stage of the magical civilization of the Metagea plane. Because the God of Beasts fled to the astral world, the plane world was in turmoil, which lifted the oppression on these ancient weapons and allowed them to wake up from their slumber."

Weilin put his hands behind his back, stared into the beast's eyes, and asked, "Can we use this beast?"

Kyle didn't say anything, but raised his left hand and tore off a piece of soul from the giant beast's thick soul.

The moment the soul fragment left the body of the giant beast, sickening whispers echoed around.

Looking down, the soul fragments had turned into the evil of the world. Countless souls tried to break free, but were pulled back by countless tentacles.

"My Lord, what do you think this looks like?"

"It's a bit like the stitched corpse monster of the necromancer, except that it's a soul version." Weilin couldn't bear to let his eyes be polluted again, so he raised his right hand and smashed the filthy thing to pieces with one punch.

Seeing this, Kyle raised a holy flame from his fingertips.

In an instant, the holy flame expanded rapidly and turned into a giant net, sucking in hundreds of filthy objects.

Looking at the soul wailing in the holy flame, Kyle said indifferently: "My Lord, the body of the giant beast is formed by the fusion of thousands of flesh and blood. After tens of thousands of years of evolution, it has formed a new life form."

"As for its soul, it is the same. Over time, it has become a strange aggregate that can be called the evil of the world."

"It is almost impossible to control this beast, unless you want to be mistaken for being evil."

Hearing Kyle's words, Weilin frowned slightly and asked with some hopelessness: "Can it be transformed into a war weapon like the War Beast Puppet?"

"My Lord, maybe in the future you can ask the Duke of Moravia for help. It would be difficult to complete the transformation of a high-level soul beast with our own strength."

Looking down at this huge monster, Weilin thought for a moment and decided to leave this difficult problem to his future self.

"Destroy its soul and seal its body. Let us in the future figure out how to transform this giant beast."

Seeing this, Kyle nodded and infused magic power into the Holy Flame, allowing it to expand infinitely.

In less than a moment, a huge net woven by flames appeared in the air, slowly fell down, and enveloped the giant beast.

The burning penetrated deep into the soul, and the beast began to resist.

Above the sky, the clouds collapsed.

The Holy Flame feeds on the evil souls of giant beasts and grows stronger.

"interesting."

Weilin heard Kyle's whisper and asked curiously, "What happened?"

"My lord, this holy flame has given birth to a trace of consciousness." Kyle did not hide anything and told it without hesitation.

After hearing this, Weilin was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and said, "So, your 'child' is about to be born."

The Holy Flame was born from Kyle's hands, so if it's not his child, then what else could it be?

Hearing this, Kyle looked a little surprised, but soon regained his composure and said, "Master, you can't say that."

"Although this holy flame was born in my hands, it feeds on the soul of the giant beast and gradually develops consciousness. In the final analysis, it is its own creation. The most I have provided it with is a body."

"Okay, okay, it's not your child, is that okay?"

Weilin spread his hands and pretended to be helpless.

Seeing this, Kyle didn't say anything else. Anyway, he would not acknowledge this so-called child. At most, he would accept him as his relative and take better care of him.

Looking at Kyle's expression, Weilin just found it inexplicably funny.

However, as a lord, he managed his expression very well and at most just laughed secretly in his heart for a while.

As time passed, the beast's swings became smaller and smaller.

When the last part of the giant beast's soul was devoured by the holy flame, the ears instantly became quiet.

Under the gaze of the two, the holy flame that was like a mountain began to shrink and finally condensed into an egg.

"Something seems wrong."

The holy flame surrounding the fiery red egg slowly dimmed, and seemed to be about to go out.

Just as Weilin was about to speak, he saw Kyle come to the egg made of holy flame, put his hands on the egg, and infuse his power into it.

Seeing this scene, Weilin's mouth curled up slightly, and he thought: "Although he said he didn't recognize this child, his actions were very honest."

Three hours later, seeing Kyle showing signs of weakness, Weilin said, "Refine the flesh and blood of that giant beast."

Kyle looked a little surprised when he heard his master's voice.

“Hahaha, compared to this giant beast, I would rather see the creature born from the holy flame.” Weilin laughed, his tone very free and easy.

A giant beast is gone, so it's no big deal. It just leaves no more problems for your future self.

"Yes, my lord."

Kyle answered, and separated two low-level clones of his languid soul, asking them to work together to refine the flesh and blood energy of the giant beast and infuse it into the egg formed by the Holy Flame.

The blood and energy of the giant beast were poured into the fiery red egg, and the holy flame surrounding it gradually burned.

Seeing this, Kyle took his hand away from the egg.

"As long as you ask, it's just a giant beast. I'm not unwilling to give it to you. Why should I use my own magic power to forge a physical body for it?" Weilin put his hand on Kyle's shoulder and asked.

Hearing this, Kyle placed his right hand on his chest, bowed and said, "Thank you, my Lord."

"What's there to thank me for? You were the one who caught this beast, so it was reasonable for you to use it." Weilin helped Kyle up and said with some complaints, "In short, I was a little too greedy."

Seeing that Kyle was about to say something, Weilin put his arm around his shoulders and said with a smile, "Come on, let's go drink, but you have to make the snacks."

"Yes, my lord."

Kyle nodded without objecting, and then flew towards the ground. As for refining the energy of the giant beast's flesh and blood and taking care of the egg condensed by the holy flame, it could only be the responsibility of the two low-level soul clones.

The two low-level soul clones, one red and one blue, looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

He shrugged and continued working. After all, they were just clones.

Three days later, the egg of the Holy Flame Spirit, which had completely digested the flesh and soul of the giant beast, fell into a deep sleep.