A large number of black harpies were hovering over the ship, and some even stopped directly on the mast of the ship, making strange screams. ""
"Hey!!"
A strong man threw a javelin hard and hit a harpy. The harpy suddenly drew a parabola backward and crashed into the water from the air.
The banging sounds became more intense, and these harpies seemed to be irritated. They threw the rocks, suddenly flapped their wings and pounced down, attacking the crew below with their sharp claws.
For a moment, black feathers were accompanied by the sound of flapping wings, mixed with the roars of the sailors, the banshee and the sailors formed a group, and the scene was chaotic.
The yellow claws scratched deep marks on the black iron arm shield. The metal weapon slashed hard on the feather-covered flesh, causing flying feathers and blood.
Angelet was still standing there, quietly watching the battle on the ship, but Temora on the side had already started to take action.
Tymora raised her head and opened her hands wide, as if she wanted to embrace the sky. She quickly chanted strange fragments and syllables in her mouth.
Soon, as the chanting accelerated, a trace of light blue water vapor slowly appeared on Taimora's body, like a burning flame.
The water vapor glowed with blue fluorescence and continued to evaporate, illuminating the deck around him in a light blue.
In the sky, some harpies that were circling and preparing to attack suddenly dropped down one by one like dumplings. With a banging sound, some fell into the sea water and some fell onto the deck.
These fallen harpies were shriveled up, but bursts of light blue water vapor also evaporated. Their originally plump bodies quickly became shriveled and old as the water vapor evaporated.
With a snap, a harpy landed not far from Angele. He saw with his own eyes that the muscles and skin of the harpy rapidly lost moisture in a few seconds, changing from young to extremely old, and finally turned into
It was a mummy that had completely lost all moisture.
The sailors who were still fighting fiercely were suddenly frightened. They moved towards the other side of the ship without leaving a trace, wanting to get further away, for fear that they would also suffer the fate of the banshees. They looked at Tai with awe.
Mora.
The apprentices at the hatch of the ship also had awe on their faces, and they were obviously frightened by this strange phenomenon. Violet stood among them, with a complex expression of envy on her face.
Less than half of the harpies in the sky were killed in this attack, and the remaining dozens of harpies let out strange screams of terror. One of the harpies took the lead and began to fly in the direction from which it came, and the rest also followed
They all looked like they wanted to escape, flapping their wings violently, and a large number of gray and black feathers kept falling down.
"Lord Angele, they will all run away if you don't do anything." Tymora said loudly, with a smile on his face.
Angelet smiled back, reached out and slowly pulled out the cross sword from the robe at his waist.
He glanced at the harpy in the sky, took a sudden step forward, and struck out with a sword.
Wow!!
The cross sword blade disappeared instantly, leaving only the hilt in his hand.
A cloud of metal needles as fine as raindrops instantly covered the sky.
The harpies in the sky suddenly fell down in large swaths. Only one or two were left, letting out shrill screams and flying crazily and staggering away into the distance.
Most of the banshees fell directly into the sea. A dozen of them fell on the deck, making a thumping sound.
The crew members were quiet for a while. After a while, they suddenly burst into loud cheers.
oh!!!
"Praise Lord Angele!! Praise Lord Temora!!"
"Long live the black robe!!"
"Zhanwang! Zhanwang!!"
They cheered loudly and chaotically, sometimes calling the wizard's name, sometimes calling the name of the ship.
Angelet smiled and looked at Tymora aside, who shrugged and made a helpless expression.
"This is a power beyond mortals." Looking at the body of the banshee that fell on the deck and was still moving slightly, Angelet felt a flash of emotion in his heart.
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In the brown-gray cabin, a pile of harpy corpses were piled quietly in the corner. They were dark and bloody, making the room smell a little unpleasant.
Angelet stood in the center of the room. In front of him was a long gray table with the body of a harpy on it.
The body was full of flesh and blood, and the whole body was intact except for the temple of the head, where a slender metal iron needle was deeply pierced. The needle was slightly black, and only a little red blood oozed from the skin where it was pierced.
The corpse of the banshee lay quietly on its back on the table, its wings spread out to both sides, almost hanging down to the bottom of the table.
The torches on the bulkhead not far away made the room a little dim.
Angelet frowned and stretched out his hand. A small bright flame suddenly ignited in the air next to his right cheek. The soft bright yellow halo immediately illuminated all the shadows on the corpse.
The flames floated in the air and stopped.
Angelet nodded with satisfaction, stretched out his hand, and gently turned the banshee's head.
The skin on the face was hard to the touch and seemed to have a very thick cuticle. The face was also the same as that of a human woman. She reached out and turned her mouth, and a row of white serrated teeth were immediately exposed.
There were still black strands of flesh between the teeth, and a faint stench suddenly emitted.
Angele frowned and closed the mouth of the corpse, and gently touched the iron needle at the temple. The iron needle immediately pulled out automatically and fell to the wooden board with a snap.
Angelet stretched out his hand and pressed on the banshee and began to check.
There is a bunch of white down on the neck, which is very soft.
Under the armpits of both wings, there is a red mole on one side, the size of a fingernail, which is very conspicuous.
Angele stretched out his hand and squeezed the banshee, and milk came out. He quickly took out a test tube and took some samples.
Then there is the abdomen, which actually bulges slightly, as if there is a ball inside.
Angelet pondered for a moment, and a silver surgical knife suddenly formed in his right hand.
With a hiss, the knife gently cut open the banshee's abdomen from top to bottom, revealing a bloody, red abdominal cavity.
He reached in with both hands and began to cut carefully, slowly taking out the organs one by one.
After a while, some fragments of internal organs were taken out.
"You don't have a respiratory system?" Angelet was suddenly stunned.
"I have liver, spleen, heart, stomach, intestines, etc., but no lungs?" he murmured to himself.
After a pause, Angelet continued to remove the internal organs from the Banshee's abdominal cavity.
Soon, he took out a ball wrapped in flesh and blood, along with a long umbilical cord.
The scalpel skillfully sliced open the ball of flesh, revealing a small thing inside.
A red harpy that has not yet grown up is only the size of a fist. It is curled up and slightly purple. It looks like it is already dying.
Angelet nodded slightly, put the meat ball aside, retracted his hands, and looked at the banshee's eyes. They all had brown animal pupils, which were vertical and somewhat dilated.
"The overall physiological structure is almost understood. Then the next step is to extract the blood." He walked to another corner of the room, where there were various metal utensils for experiments, as well as a huge spherical glass bottle, which was covered by a long
black metal pipes connected.
Angelet clapped his hands, and a bright yellow flame suddenly ignited under the glass spherical container and began to preheat.
He picked up a metal beaker, walked to the body of the banshee, and gently cut open the main artery in the neck with a scalpel. A stream of bright red blood immediately poured out from the incision and flowed into the metal beaker.
The bloodletting lasted for more than two minutes before it was all done.
Angelet changed several large cups in his hand before he finished taking them.
Next, the blood was boiled to evaporate the water vapor in it. Angele had previously added blood activating agent to all the corpses that were brought in, a small potion used to keep the blood from coagulating for a period of time.
Two hours later, Angelet drained all the banshee corpses of blood.
The glass spherical container used for cooking, which is about the size of a human head, is already filled with a large jar of plasma.
The dark red and even somewhat black plasma was boiling continuously, and bubbles of different sizes emerged. The blood spots splashing on the edge of the container turned the entire transparent glass container into a dark red color.
The evaporated water vapor followed the metal pipe and was divided into countless small needle tubes by the changing metal pipe. It extended from the door crack of the room and discharged a white steam with the smell of blood out of the cabin.
Angelet stood aside, melting the metal tube cover on the ball-shaped container from time to time and pouring in some black and green potion.
More than an hour passed.
Only half of the plasma was left in the container before he slowly extinguished the flames below.
He casually wrote a strange character on the surface of the spherical glass container. As his fingertips moved, a dark red fluorescent trace slowly emerged.
Soon, the characters on the surface of the spherical container began to glow with a faint dark red halo.
"Corionant, Hymn of Blood." Angelet softly recited the short sentence of the incantation.
hiss....
In the container, all the plasma, whether it was still bubbling or splashed on the glass wall, quickly gathered towards the center and condensed into a ball the size of a walnut.
After a few seconds, the entire container became extremely clean, with only a dark red blood cell the size of a walnut in the middle floating quietly in the air.
Angelet opened the metal tube cover, and the dark red ball immediately flew into his hand.
"This is the best level that witchcraft can be separated and purified to." Angelet murmured, looking at the small ball in his hand.
This is no longer plasma, but hard blood cells.
"Establish a task and analyze the specific components of impurities." He muttered silently.
In an instant, countless light blue light spots flashed rapidly in his eyes, densely packed and brilliant.
ten minutes later.
"Task analysis completed. Ingredient list feedback begins.".