Warlocks in the Star Federation are rare and noble.
Rutherford Moses is one of them. He is eighty years old and looks like an elegant middle-aged gentleman.
The spells studied are related to corpses, death, summoning of the undead, etc.
So he followed the army to Dajing.
The war will produce enough corpses for him to do research on.
As the war stopped, Rutherford did not have so much material for his research.
The reason why I didn't leave was because it was easier to get corpses in Da Jing than in my hometown.
Moreover, Da Jing had a qi martial artist and different corpses that fascinated Rutherford.
Of course, Rutherford would not let go of the corpse of the fighter.
The three corpses that were transported back were his research materials.
As for finding the murderer, it's just a casual matter.
The body arrived in Rutherford's underground research room.
In the flickering candlelight, Rutherford walked in slowly and lifted the black cloth covering it.
"My head has been smashed." He bent down and examined it carefully.
Without wearing gloves, he just put his hand directly into the wound, bringing out some coagulated blood and fragments.
Ignoring the dirt on his hands, Rutherford raised his hands and began to chant strange spells.
In conjunction with the ever-changing gestures.
The basement, which originally seemed cold and cold, became even colder.
Even the candlelight that originally exuded warmth was cast in a layer of coldness, and the yellow light turned into a faint green light.
"rise."
As Rutherford raised his hands upward.
The three headless corpses immediately sat up.
"Tell me who the murderer is."
Rutherford ordered in a cold voice.
Naturally, this statement does not mean that the headless corpse actually speaks, but...
The bloody aura emanated from the three corpses, condensed and surged in mid-air, seeming to form some kind of image.
However, it surged for a while, but nothing took shape.
"Huh?" Rutherford narrowed his eyes and ordered again, "Tell me, who killed you?"
More blood-red mist escaped from the corpse, rolling and still not forming a clear image, but simply changing continuously.
"what happened?"
Rutherford took a step forward and changed his gestures twice quickly.
One of the headless corpses suddenly exploded into a bloody mist, completely blending into the red mist in mid-air.
But even so, it still failed.
The red mist kept rolling, but couldn't condense into an image.
"what is this?"
Rutherford's face darkened, and another corpse exploded.
Then... nothing changed, except that the concentration of the red mist increased.
"Ha! It's interesting!"
Rutherford raised his hand and waved, and the last corpse exploded. Instead of red mist, there was a ball of red liquid in the air.
For five minutes, the red liquid surged for five minutes.
Rutherford's face changed from ugly to surprised, from surprised to thoughtful, and his brows knitted together.
"Dongdongdong." There was a knock on the door outside.
"Come in."
Rutherford said.
The door to the basement was opened, and someone came down the steps carrying a kerosene lamp: "Teacher."
The visitor is Rutherford's apprentice.
But not his true apprentice.
The real apprentice was infected in an experimental accident and died. The one who woke up was the captain of the Full-Time Eye-Yager.
"What's the matter?" Rutherford said absently.
"Seeing that you haven't come out, I came here to take a look." Yager lowered his head and bowed respectfully, "Did something happen?"
"It's nothing, it's just that the person who killed them failed to take shape, which is a bit interesting." Rutherford said.
"why is that?"
"I don't know. There are many reasons. It may be that the other party is dead, or someone has used another power to block my 'visible tracking'." Rutherford said.
Not only can he make the appearance of the murderer appear, he can also condense blood into beads for tracking.
In other words, it is actually a method of tracking.
Showing your appearance is incidental.
If a person dies, there is no way to trace them.
"Teacher, I can help." Yager said.
"You?" Rutherford looked over strangely. How could he, a barely qualified apprentice, help?
"There are some magical items in the land of Da Jing. I collected one some time ago, which may be useful," Yager said.
Yager took a step forward, took out a black box, and placed it under the bloody liquid.
"Teacher, please take a step back." Yager said solemnly.
"Heh." Rutherford smiled disdainfully, but still took a step back.
Yager squatted down and opened the black box.
As the box was opened, several black shadows burst out from inside and rushed towards Rutherford.
"Very brave."
Rutherford's face darkened, but his posture was calm, and he stretched out his hand a little.
The blood liquid in mid-air suddenly exploded, forming blood-colored spears, instantly nailing those black figures to death in mid-air.
The black aura dissipated, revealing the true faces of the five figures. They were all a group of Star Alliance people, staring at Rutherford with ferocious faces.
"Who did you seek refuge with?" Rutherford looked at the surprised Younger and asked, spitting out several names.
As a warlock who studies death and corpses, he doesn't have many friends, but he has quite a few enemies.
"kill him!"
Yager's surprised expression instantly turned into ferocious anger, as he shouted violently.
The small black box exploded, and four more black shadows appeared and rushed toward Rutherford.
Rutherford remained motionless, with a bloody curtain of light appearing on his body.
The black shadow hit the light screen, like a fly shaking a tree. What dissipated was the black energy on his body, revealing his true face.
He also looks like a Star Alliance person.
"Too ignorant, is this your assassination method?" Rutherford shook his head and stretched out his hand.
The bodies of the nine people suddenly twisted, and the blood in their bodies turned into Rutherford's weapons, killing the nine people from the inside out.
The broken body fell to the ground like a rag doll.
"Ignorant people."
Rutherford looked at Yager and raised his fingers.
Yager flew up uncontrollably and flew in front of Rutherford.
"Tell me, who bribed you?" he asked.
"Pooh!"
Yager spat viciously.
"Forget it, I'll ask your soul directly." Rutherford reached out and grabbed Yager's head, his eyes glowed with a strange white light.
His body twitched.
Yager also twitched.
The two of them looked like they were suffering from epilepsy.
It's weird and a bit funny.
For a moment, Rutherford let go of his hand, and Yager's completely silent body fell to the ground.
Before Rutherford could sort out the confusing memories that shocked him, suddenly, a translucent shadow appeared from him.
"ah!"
With a scream, Rutherford knelt on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, another translucent shadow emerged from him.
One after another, a total of nine phantoms shuttled crazily on Rutherford's body, causing Rutherford extreme pain every time.
It was as if his soul had been torn out by them.
No, not as if, but as a fact!
Nine phantoms are biting and devouring Rutherford's soul!
If you look carefully, you will find that these nine phantoms have chains around their necks, and the ends of the chains are connected in the same direction.
It was inside Rutherford.
And the appearance of these phantoms is the same as the nine people killed by Rutherford.
"You are so stupid and arrogant, teacher."
In pain, Rutherford opened his mouth and spat out a sentence.
"Who are you!" In the next breath, Rutherford's expression changed and he said something else.
"Didn't you see it? We, the apostles of dreams from the outside world..."
Another translucent face appeared on Rutherford's face, which looked exactly like Younger's.
"Teacher, I will accept your body." Yager said with a smile.
"ah!"
A scream of pain and misery erupted from Rutherford's mouth.
However, the special basement will not let the sound leak out at all.
After screaming, Rutherford slowly raised his head and stood up again.
It's still the same as before, but the inside has changed. It's no longer Rutherford, but Jager!
Yager moved his body: "This body is good, it can be used for a while."
He waved his hand.
All the phantoms wearing collars and chains appeared and knelt in front of him.
"Owner!"
Nine people shouted, their faces full of enthusiastic and respectful expressions.
"Um."
Yager responded.
These people are his teammates and also his slaves.
"You guys, go and find out who killed these fighters. They should be the Apostles of Dreams. And the five missing government servants are probably also Apostles of Dreams." Yager ordered.
Now that he has replaced Rutherford, he can use local forces to do something for the Brigade and Chongxiao teams.
"yes."
Several shadows are about to fly away.
"Wait a minute." Yager suddenly stopped them, thought for a moment and said, "Find a few more suitable objects to possess."
"Yes, Master!"
After confirming that there were no more orders, several phantoms completely left the basement.
"It's so stupid to expose yourself by killing a fighter." Yager shook his head and walked out of the cold basement.
In this mission, he already has the upper hand.
——
In Jiangbei City, Xia Yanzhen, who was described as "stupid" by Yager, was sitting in the lobby of a restaurant.
Surrounded by a group of government servants and soldiers who drew their swords and surrounded but refused to attack.
On the street outside the restaurant, there were the shopkeeper and some onlookers who were so anxious that they wanted to go in and deliver Xia Yanzhen to the government office.
It was already noon the day after the three Star Alliance people died.
Through the unremitting efforts of many soldiers and government officials, the upright Xia Yanzhen was successfully blocked.
Xia Yan really didn't wear a cloak.
Prisoner of Darkness, sword, hairstyle and appearance.
His outstanding image inevitably attracted attention, and after more than a day, he was finally locked in.
Originally, the government officials just wanted to ask questions, but they didn't expect to find the murderer.
I was extremely nervous all of a sudden.
No one in the group dared to step forward and take action.
These people are very lucky. Even if they dare to kill Star Alliance people, why don't they dare to kill these scoundrels?
Therefore, we just besieged but not attacked, and at the same time sent people to call for additional troops.
Then the current scene appeared in the restaurant.
Xia Yanzhen ignored the soldiers and government officials around him and continued to eat his lunch - but he had paid in advance and could not waste it.
Surrounded by three layers of surroundings, inside and outside.
If it weren't for the knife-edge confrontation, people who didn't know better would have thought that a big shot was traveling under protection.