"Returning corpses have great power, and they are still living creatures. They also need to eat... This is not a shortcoming..."
Simon is very clear about this: "In modern society, once a corpse appears or a dead corpse is resurrected, it will immediately trigger a severe investigation by the police department... But the returning corpse is different. If I let go of the restrictions, they will look like a group of Retarded or idiot... In any case, it is not death... If a group of homeless people become idiots, the society will probably not notice it, right? After all, what difference does it make between people who dig through trash cans looking for food, whether they are mentally retarded or not? It is most convenient to hide... "
Even some high-level soul-returning corpses have been trained to look like tall and silent guards, which can save a lot of trouble.
"And...according to Voodoo rituals, the resurrected corpse is very effective in resisting many curses and evil spells...because that kind of spell will only be effective on living people. If I enslave the corpse to resist, it will only pass through the corpse, and it will still work. On me! And the soul-returning corpse can block it!"
Simon murmured excitedly and took out the casting materials:
A loaf of oatmeal bread, a handful of white salt, and a few bottles and jars.
"I will give power... to my slaves!"
Simon began to chant a spell, and under the flash of firelight and moonlight, the scene looked even more terrifying.
He cut off a piece of oatmeal bread and sprinkled it with white salt: "May the salt cleanse your soul, and may the crops strengthen your body..."
Immediately, Simon put a few drops of datura flower juice on it and forced it into the mouth of the homeless man in front of him. He kept chanting incantations and massaged the man's throat and other parts to ensure that the bread was swallowed.
After a while, the cursed homeless man's whole body began to twitch violently, and he kept rolling his eyes.
"O darkness, I beseech you, make my servant strong!"
"Darkness, I beg you, let my servant not be afraid of pain!"
…
In Nietzsche's horrified eyes, there was a crackling explosion on the homeless man's body. He actually stood up and tore the clothes on his upper body, revealing his pale and strong muscles. A large number of blood vessels and muscles were squirming. He looked very scary. .
The whole camp suddenly became silent.
At this time, he realized that everyone around him, regardless of gender, had already passed out, and he was the only one who was still awake.
Finally, the unbearable curse stopped, and the homeless man who had fallen to the ground suddenly turned into a two-meter-tall man with an expressionless face.
"Haha... my servant, I give you a name... Alank!"
Simon couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene.
In voodoo rituals, being able to refine the soul-returning corpse alone is an important sign of entry.
At this time, he can be regarded as a genuine voodoo wizard. This speed is simply incredible!
"I am indeed a genius in mysticism..."
Simon thought smugly, without considering the possibility of the mastermind behind the scenes. At this moment, his eyes suddenly turned and stared at Nietzsche.
"not good!"
Nietzsche subconsciously felt empty and closed his eyes.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
"Catch him, Alank!"
Along with Simon's cry, Nietzsche felt two iron pincers grabbing his shoulders fiercely and lifting him up.
He opened his eyes, looked at Simon in front of him, and tried hard to make a sound from his numb tongue.
"So you just woke up and haven't regained your ability to move? I think too highly of you..." Simon put his finger on Nietzsche's neck, and the young man immediately noticed that he had regained his ability to speak: "We... met at Javier's dad's grocery store. One sided…”
"Yes, I have a slight impression, but so what?" Simon crossed his arms and sneered.
"..." Nietzsche was speechless. Indeed, they had only met him once, and they were not students taught by the same teacher. The other party really had no reason to let him go.
"It's a pity..." Simon looked a little strange: "Being able to stay awake under my spell means that you are also a person with 'qualifications'. Maybe you can become a wizard like me, just refine it and return it." The soul corpse is a pity..."
Nietzsche's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw hope.
"If it is refined into a 'Wraith Spirit', it may be more suitable for people with high mental power like you... Unfortunately, I don't have this ability yet..."
The next moment, Simon's words knocked Nietzsche into the abyss.
"so… "
Simon picked up a piece of cooked bread: "Eat it!"
"Woo!"
Nietzsche gritted his teeth and resisted desperately.
"It's really... Alank, open his mouth for me!"
Simon was furious and gave the order to the resurrected corpse. The next moment, Nietzsche felt a huge force coming to him. He opened his mouth and stretched out two fingers. He gritted his teeth hard and felt as if he was biting on the tough flesh. On the rubber, the soul-returning corpse opposite showed no expression at all.
"Haha... this is fate!"
Seeing this scene, Simon smiled proudly: "When the opportunity came, I grabbed it firmly, so I have the power... But you, you can only fall to the ground humbly..."
Nietzsche looked at the bread getting closer and closer, tears streaming from his eyes.
He had never thought before that his life would end in this way.
Not being chased and sacrificed by those cultists, but in such a ridiculous way!
Bang bang!
However, the next moment, Simon suddenly turned his head and looked at the darkness outside the camp: "Who is it?"
Nietzsche followed his gaze and his eyes suddenly widened.
Dozens of scarlet eyes flickered in the darkness, kept approaching, and slowly walked out of the darkness.
It was a dozen ghouls with ferocious faces, half lying on the ground, like wild beasts, surrounding them.
"Ghoul? It's the ghoul that attacks homeless people!"
Nietzsche understood something in an instant: "Were they responsible for the recent disappearances of homeless people?"
Obviously, a homeless camp is also a piece of fat for ghouls.
Tonight, they used this place as a hunting ground, but unexpectedly delayed Nietzsche's death.
Crunch! Crunch!
Some of them were hunched over and walking upright, while others were on all fours, like wild beasts. At this time, they entered the homeless camp and immediately started to eat.
Those homeless people who were still in a state of paralysis and drowsiness did not resist at all and became food under their mouths.
Blood splattered everywhere, internal organs flew everywhere, and the entire camp instantly became a slaughterhouse.
"Damn...this was originally my prey..."
Simon muttered angrily, manipulating Alank to retreat continuously.
Several ghouls raised their heads, with blood dripping from the broken bones and internal organs in their mouths, and slowly surrounded them.
Simon took a deep breath and recited a spell:
"When the lightning rolls and the thunder roars,
Give me peace, give me courage,
When lightning flashes and thunder rolls,
The light from evening prayers reassures me
Go away, evil ghoul, leave with you..."
As expected, several ghouls stopped moving forward, hesitated a little, and began to retreat slowly.
But more ghouls heard the commotion and joined in.
Nietzsche saw the cold sweat falling from Simon's forehead almost instantly.
Obviously, with Simon's meager knowledge of protective spells, he could deal with one or two ghouls, but any more would be enough.
More than a dozen ghouls kept approaching and were forced back, and Simon's face became paler.
Seeing this, Simon didn't dare to stop the curse in his mouth for a moment, knowing that as soon as he stopped, he would be torn into pieces immediately, and a returning corpse would not be able to save him.
And if this stalemate continues, he will definitely be defeated first due to lack of physical strength.
The scene has almost reached a dead end!
Nietzsche looked at this scene and was also very nervous.
Being surrounded by a dozen ghouls was much more exciting than being surrounded by a dozen tigers, and he could see Simon's helplessness.
I don’t know how much time passed, but Simon’s voice became deeper and deeper, and the ghouls got closer and closer. Nietzsche could almost clearly see mucus dripping from their bright red tongues and falling to the ground.
boom!
A gunshot rang out!
A ghoul fell down, its head exploded, and black and red blood flowed out.
Bang bang!
Gunshots were fired one after another, and the ghouls seemed to be greatly frightened. They fled in all directions at a very fast speed and disappeared into the darkness.
"Are you guys okay?"
Two figures rushed out, and they turned out to be Level 2 Investigator Ryan and Trainee Inspector Vivian.
"You protect the scene, I'll chase you!"
Ryan rushed into the darkness very fast, and several gunshots could be heard from time to time.
Vivian stared at Nietzsche with suspicious eyes: "It's you again?! And you, who are you? Don't deny it, I saw your stalemate with those monsters!"
"That means she only saw the last bit?"
Nietzsche thought to himself.
Simon's eyes revealed a fierce light, and he glanced at Alank next to him.
"No, he wants to attack Miss Vivian with the soul-returning corpse and take the opportunity to escape!" Nietzsche accurately grasped this idea and was about to warn her.
"An extraordinary one, wild!"
A low voice sounded from the side. It was Ryan who had left and returned, squatting in front of the ghoul's body and looking carefully at something.
Seeing this scene, Simon seemed to weigh the pros and cons and did not continue to take risks.
"Extraordinary, and this monster? What the hell is it?"
Vivian's face was pale and unbelievable.
"Yes, this is the job of our Federal Bureau of Investigation!" Ryan used a pair of tweezers to pick out a silver bullet from the ghoul's head: "That wild Beyonder over there, I declare that you have been requisitioned. ! Get ready to chase the ghouls with me!"
"This... is really a ghoul!"
Vivian was incoherent: "How is this possible? I mean... how can they operate openly and openly in Jinbot City?"
"It's very simple. Through the sewer pipe, I just chased it there... and planted a tracker on a ghoul's leg..."
Ryan raised his head and smiled brightly: "The next step is to clear out their nest in one fell swoop!"