The trembling hum in the air vibrated the eardrums.
After turning into a bat, Lilina naturally also possessed the ability of a bat. She became sharper in terms of voice, and therefore became more uncomfortable.
The magic power accumulated in front of the open mouth of the Stitch Beast is like a small fort. The magic circle spread out in front of it rotates slowly, seeming to mediate the accumulated magic power.
The next moment, the magic circle shone with light, and the magic power was completely accumulated. All the power accumulated before was contained in a small magic circle.
Immediately afterwards, this magic power was released.
The magic beam was launched in an instant, swirling the surrounding air, and shot towards Esther at an extremely fast speed.
Esther's expression remained unchanged. He raised his hand and used his blood to quickly construct a red magic circle in front of him. Complex runes flowed through the magic circle, just like mathematical formulas that constantly changed variables.
It makes people's heads swell.
The magic beam hit the red magic array, and the huge and condensed magic power was like a crusher, being dissipated at the moment of contact.
After the Stitch Beast ejected the magic beam, its body began to lose weight at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, his body size had shrunk to two-thirds of its original size.
The attack stopped, and the Stitch Beast finally shrunk to one-half of its original size, only a little larger than it was at the beginning.
"The total amount of magic power just released has at least reached the average level of ordinary vampires. It seems that the magic power reserve of this suture beast has surpassed that of ordinary vampires. I am a little curious about what you used to create it."
Esther put down his arm and dispersed the magic circle in front of him.
The Necromancer is imprisoned in a prison of blood with no escape.
Compared with the previous code-level demon, this necromancer is much weaker. Not to mention its fragile body, it doesn't even have much magic power. The only thing worthy of praise is the suture beast created by some crooked ways.
In Esther's opinion, they are all unfashionable things.
"Let me ask you a question, can this thing be mass-produced?" Esther appeared next to the Stitch Beast and looked around it.
The Necromancer knew what his situation was, so he chose to compromise.
"If there are enough materials, yes."
"Really?" Esther responded casually, but nothing more happened.
If this kind of biological weapon can be mass-produced, it can play a lot of roles in war. It will not feel pain, completely obey orders, and has strong destructive power. Although it was not shown in the battle with Esder,
But that doesn't make it any less terrifying.
For ordinary demons, meeting this thing is like meeting the God of Death.
"Esde, what do you want to do by asking this?" Lilina's voice came from her pocket.
"Just asking." Esther said.
He glanced at the opened tomb and found a beautiful woman lying inside, "What were you looking for in her just now?"
"The engraving technique."
"what for?"
"I don't know very well, but I know that it can fundamentally perfect my suture beast." The Necromancer replied without any fluctuation in his voice.
In other words, this thing can continue to evolve.
Esther thought as he looked at Stitchmon.
After thinking about it, he no longer cared about it because he had not forgotten the purpose of his trip.
"Last question, you robbed a batch of ghost lanterns from the port a few days ago. Where did you hide those ghost lanterns?"
The Necromancer said: "If I tell you, will you let me go?"
The cage made of blood stretched out its thorns, and the sharp spikes forced the necromancer back to the center of the cage.
"You have no right to bargain with me."
"It's okay. I'm just asking casually. If you don't answer, get ready to hit the road."
"Hey, hey, that's not necessarily the case." The necromancer said with a gloomy laugh.
Only then did Esde realize that something was wrong. He realized that the thing he caught was just an empty shell. The real body was cut off just as it jumped into the air!
The will-o'-the-wisp lantern that originally fell to the ground together with its arm burst out with a burst of piercing laughter: "It's too late to realize now." The magic circle has been constructed, and with just one command, it can teleport and escape from here.
Esther stood there and had no intention of stepping forward to catch it, but said: "So that's it, you have already given up your body."
"That's right, in order to continue living and complete my research, I gave up my body, leaving only this remaining soul." The necromancer said: "The soul-keeping lamp allows my soul to be placed."
"I will come back, vampire. You are not invincible. One day, I will find a way to kill you."
Abandoning the body is undoubtedly a crazy act no matter where it is, but the most important thing is that it has been done. Even if the body is no longer there, the soul can continue to exist.
"Then, we will meet again later." The Necromancer said gloomily.
However, Esther shook his head and said.
"No, we won't meet again."
The necromancer was stunned. By the way, where is the tombkeeper?
"Soul-killing!"
Following a deep voice, a silver-white light shone, and the soft fluorescence dotted the night. It was as if there was a holy voice coming from the light, guiding the dead to the kingdom of heaven.
"No! No! My soul! Ahhhhh!!!" The soul of the necromancer began to dissipate little by little in the light.
"No, let me go, please!"
Crick held the gravekeeper's spade in his hands and placed it in front of him. He lowered his head and said, "Repent."
"Let...let...me, please..." Finally, its figure disappeared along with the light.
Crick fell to the ground in exhaustion, no longer weak.
"Finally, Jelika, you can rest in peace." Creek closed his eyes, "And I can also rest for a while."
Esther walked to Creek's side, looked at him and said, "You seem to feel a lot more relaxed."
"Yes." Creek sighed, and then he said sincerely: "Thank you very much for your help. I think you must have been a great vampire."
"Maybe." Esther said vaguely.
"Don't forget what you promised before."
"Please don't worry, I will make it happen for the Scutts." Crick said.
Esther raised his head and looked towards the grave again. He suddenly smiled and said, "If you don't mind, you can tell me a story about her."
Creek felt a little surprised, but soon he smiled and said, "I would be happy to have a drink if I have the chance."