MTL - Transcendent Dawn-Chapter 7 Weird

　　 Inside the box.

　　 There was blood on the ground, and the female corpse was lying in the middle. There was a five-pointed star formation on her body, and each of the five horns had a symbol full of mystery.

　　How do you look at it, how can there be an evil smell.

　　‘If I am unsuccessful, in addition to the crime of murder, I will add the title of a cultist...’

　　 Thulhu spit out the incantation with ancient Heber language with a wooden face:

　　 "I pray for the favor of the dark..."

　　 "I guide the power of the moon..."

　　 "The spirit wandering in the dark...In the name of me, the caster Thulhu Botley, I call you back! Revive!!!"

　　 ancient Heber language is the lingua franca of the extraordinary world, with a strange tone.

　　 matched the low and hoarse incantation, rippling around, creating a terrifying atmosphere.

　　 The candle on the table suddenly went dark, and Beatrice's body on the ground seemed to move, and nothing seemed to happen.

"Failed!"

　　 Thulhu has a splitting headache and his face is solemn.

　　 He can't even count Extraordinaries, and this skill level is very low, failure is normal.

　　咚咚!

　　 To make matters worse, the sound of footsteps has been heard in the corridor outside.

　　‘If I’m behind the scenes, I’m sure to have someone come over and catch the **** in bed... Well, although it’s not what I mean, it’s the same reason. There is not much time. ’

　　 Thulhu endured the nausea and headache, and re-recited the mantra.

　　 Now that he has done it, he must do it to the end. There is a kind of perseverance in his character.

　　 And, with constant proficiency, at least he has become very fluent in chanting mantras and no longer stammers.

　　 After I found the feeling, the notes I spit became more and more misty, like a hymn to the underworld.

　　 "Sir? Do you need help?"

　　 The abnormality in the room finally attracted attention, and the waiter's shout came from outside the door.

　　 The head of Thulhu is getting heavier and heavier, to the last sentence.

　　‘Not good...I’m afraid I’m going to fail! ’

　　 A premonition immediately surfaced in his heart.

　　 Outside, the louder the sound, it has developed into a slap, and almost hit the door.

　　 "...in the name of me, the caster Thulhu Botley... order you, revive!"

　　 Thulhu has a dizzy head and spit out the last spell.

　　 I don't know what's going on. At the last mutter, he made a low voice, which seemed to be mixed with another voice.

　　 As soon as this sound was added, the pentagram array on the ground immediately flashed with scarlet brilliance.

　　 "Success!"

　　 Thulhu is an exciting spirit, and my head becomes energetic: "What's the matter? I feel like I'm about to fail? The final voice seems to be mixed with..."

　　 His face changed instantly.

　　Because at the end of the ceremony, he seemed to hear another existence's rant: "In the name of the moon!"

　　 hum!

　　 But everything is irretrievable.

　　 On Beatrice's corpse, the pentagram's circle flashed with blood-red brilliance, suddenly bright.

　　 Thulhu snorted and almost collapsed to the ground: "Damn!"

　　 At this moment, he understands another truth, he really is not Extraordinaries!

　　 Even though the spell is successfully cast, there is no corresponding ‘mana slot’, so this spell draws his vitality!

　　 On the attribute column, the value of 0.9 in the column of physique dropped sharply to 0.6 in an instant!

　　 For Thulhu, it was as if a lot of blood and bones had been removed in an instant, and his face paled and shrivelled on the sofa.

　　 Buzzing!

　　 He reluctantly opened his eyes and found that the pool of blood on the ground seemed to have his own life at this time, squirming back and entering Beatrice's chest.

　　 When the blood returned, the wound healed automatically, as if there hadn’t been any hitting the knife.

　　 At the end of the ceremony, the five-pointed star array on Beatrice's body also shrank quickly, reaching her forehead, which seemed to form a certain brand.

　　 The light flashed, the brand immediately disappeared and merged into the skin.

　　 In Thulhu, I feel that my spirit is connected to another existence, like a rope, with a little milk dog on the other side.

　　 "Success!"

　　 He struggled and issued a command: "Stand up!"

　　 Beatrice's corpse moved and climbed up from the ground, her face expressionless, her eyes rolling, staring at him.

　　‘This is a bit oozing! ’

　　 Thulhu barely cleaned up, opened the door of the room that was being hit, with an impatient expression on his face: "What's the matter?"

"Uh……"

　　 Outside the door, the waiter who had an anxious look almost fell a **** and glanced quickly.

　　 Well, one man and one woman, with disheveled clothes, and the man’s face pale, how much energy does this consume?

　　 He was a little embarrassed, but he still coughed and asked, "Sir, ma'am, do you need anything?"

　　 "No...need...required!"

　　 Thulhu just had a thought, a female voice came from behind, it was Beatrice, or the corpse girl!

"Sorry for disturbing you!"

　　 The waiter hurriedly closed the door with an embarrassed smile on his face.

　　 Thulhu turned around, feeling as if he had seen a ghost: "Shit! Can you still talk?"

　　 Shi Ji is the lowest-level servant. In short, he manipulates the corpse, like a doll in a circus, it is impossible to speak.

　　 Maybe those dark wizards can do this, but Thulhu is definitely not included!

　　‘All extraordinary rituals are very dangerous, because you don’t know where their final results will lead... Especially those that are biased towards darkness are likely to lead to extremely terrible results...’

　　 A piece of demon hunting knowledge emerged, and Thulhu shuddered.

　　 He stared at Beatrice, not knowing why, he felt that after Beatrix became the corpse girl, her skin became paler and clearer, with a temperament of an iceberg beauty.

　　 "Stand up, sit down, stretch out your hands, raise your legs... Talk... Huh? Why didn't you say it?"

　　 He tried again ~www.novelbuddy.com~ and found that the corpse girl he made was definitely a mutation. It was not a simple string puppet, but a semi-intelligent operation according to his own instructions.

　　‘It seems...something strange has been made! If there is a ritual mutation, the possibility of a bad result is almost ninety-nine percent! ’

　　 "Forget it!"

Thulhu checked the box and found that the previous blood return was really helpful. Except for a mess in the entire box, there was no blood left. Even the blood on my own and Beatrice’s clothes returned to the corpse. .

　　 He immediately put on his coat and ordered Beatrice to follow him, leaving the box one after another.

　　‘Go to a crowded place first, then leave here, the farther the better! ’

　　 Thulhu separated from Beatrice like a couple, but secretly gave orders.

　　 The underlying meaning of this instruction is to make an alibi for me, and then die far away.

　　 If it is an ordinary corpse girl, a certain distance away from the caster, it will directly ‘power off’ and fall to the ground, but this one is obviously different.

　　 Due to the uncontrollable nature of the mutant corpse, Thulhu has no research ideas at all, just want to stay away from trouble as far as possible.

　　‘I’m sorry, Beatrice, may your undead rest in peace! ’

　　 Looking at the other person's back, Thulhu heaved a sigh of relief, tightened his clothes, and prepared to find a place with many people to settle down, and at the same time make an alibi for himself.

　　 "This matter... won't end like this..."

　　‘Damn...how could my date be like this? The waiter just now... his smile made me very upset. Although there was bleeding in the box, I didn't want to be a **** in this way! ’