Wollmann Schindler walked to the culture tank where Albert Wesker was. He began to shake his civilization staff, and circles of black mist filled the air through the civilization staff.
"Okay... wake up! Death Knight Wesker!!" Wollman began to recite the spell. He only saw the countless mysterious magic circles on the culture tank and the ground as if they suddenly came to life, and the blood on them began to flow.
Flowing, the scarlet light was much brighter than before.
However, at this moment, a gloomy voice suddenly sounded behind him, "I have been observing it for a long time. In fact, your own strength is not that great, right?"
As soon as he heard this familiar voice, Wollman was shaken all over. He turned around suddenly, but at this time he only heard a puff, and an arm penetrated directly from his back and came out from his chest!
The one who did it was Nikolay Genovaev!!
"No... how could you... break away from my... control..." Wollman said with great difficulty. Countless blood spurted out from his chest and mouth, and he couldn't even speak.
"Ever since you gave me the curse that can control people's hearts, I have been experimenting with how this curse works. In fact, this curse is nothing more than a mental brainwashing device that sends some sounds directly to people's brains and repeats them repeatedly.
To achieve the purpose of brainwashing." The speaker slowly appeared from behind Nikolai.
Oswell-E-Spencer!!
"You...are not...controlled by me..." With a snap, Wollman's crow skull mask fell to the ground, revealing a skinny and ugly face, and he looked to be over 50 years old.
"Of course not, otherwise, how could I still retain the control of Queen Bai? You don't really think that the current artificial intelligence technology can allow Queen Bai to distinguish which of my behaviors are controlled, right? That's just
I made it up to deceive you, a fool."
With a plop, Wollman fell to his knees, his blood-stained hands tremblingly pointed at Spencer, "You...wow..." Before he could finish his words, he spat out a large mouthful of blood.
Spencer smiled sinisterly and said: "Actually, I found that your so-called magical power still has to deal with basic rules in the end. It is not that mysterious. It is just another form of using energy. So,
What you call mind control has the same effect as locking people in a small dark room and repeatedly playing brainwashing videos. The only difference is that your magic can project sounds directly into the brain in some way, and we need a projector.
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"And even if you transform into an undead creature, your control can only affect people with weak minds, and such people obviously do not include me." A sinister smile appeared on the corner of Nikolai's mouth, "Finally, thank you for your efforts.
My power, I love it."
"I've seen a lot of you travelers from other worlds. Most of you know some things that will happen in the future, and you know each of us well. And it seems that you all think that you can use this to solve the problem.
Is this world played with applause? Hahahaha..." Spencer laughed for a while and said calmly: "As everyone knows, waste is waste wherever it is. This cannot be changed by traveling through time..."
Spencer continued: "But one thing is to say, this kind of magic of yours is indeed very dangerous, so let's stop it and let us use it ourselves. If it spreads without restriction, even I will have a hard time controlling the situation.
ah……"
At this time, Wollman-Schindler could no longer hold on. He fell to the ground, but he was still mumbling, "Do you think... the Wailing Banshee... the black warriors, the death knights and other advanced arms... and the dark sky?"
Such a magical building...can a low-level mage like me own it...hehehehe..."
"So, I can't let you live." Spencer replied lightly, "I have basically understood the operation mode of your magic, and you are no longer of use."
"Do you think the power of magic is so simple? Stupid... Stupid... Stupid... Jie Jie Jie Jie... Jie Jie Jie Jie..." Wollmann-Schindler let out the last strange words in his life.
Laughing, he used his last strength to turn over and lie down facing the ceiling.
At this time, Spencer and Nicolai saw that under him, Wollman had drawn a magic circle with his bloody fingers.
I saw this magic circle running very fast, and it started to absorb the blood all over Wollman's body crazily! A large amount of blood spurted out, flowing directly along the magic circle into the culture tank containing Wesker!
"Stop him!" Spencer shouted.
Nicolai reacted quickly and immediately pulled out his pistol and fired at Wollman's body with bang bang bang bang! However, he only saw that every time a bullet hit Wollman's body, a large amount of gunfire would be released from the bullet hole.
The black mist! There are more and more of these black mists, more and more, even the whole culture tank is wrapped in it!
"Jiejiejiejie...Jiejie Jiejie..." A burst of strange laughter came from mid-air, and only a light green shadow exactly like Wollman emerged from his body, and he let out a burst of laughter.
The ethereal weird laughter seemed to come from all directions.
"We necromancers are very familiar with things like resurrecting corpses! Jie Jie Jie Jie..." Wollman's soul laughed strangely, and then the black mist flourished, and Wollman's soul wrapped in countless black mist and headed towards Wesker.
Pounce straight at him! His soul has no entity, penetrates directly through the sealed culture tank, and comes to Wesker.
Suddenly! A dark hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed Wollman's soul! The scary thing is that even though his soul was incorporeal, it was still firmly grasped by this hand!
Wollman suddenly felt that something was wrong. He struggled violently, screamed, and cursed, but to no avail! He only saw that in the culture tank, Albert Wesker, who was as motionless as a sculpture before, had opened his eyes! That terrifying
His eyes were fixed on Wollman, his eyes full of bloodthirsty and cruelty!
"Wesker! Aren't you already dead?" Spencer was also shocked. Without saying a word, he controlled the mechanical wheelchair and turned around to run away. Nikolai followed closely behind and fled in a hurry.
"Death?...Yes, I did die! Otherwise, how could I have gained such a powerful power? Hahahaha..." Wesker sneered, then put Wollman's soul to his mouth, and gently