Barbarus, southern swamps, Diderot Mountains.
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Alien Lord Dursley was standing beside the experimental table thinking, his transformation experiment had just suddenly failed.
On the laboratory table, the seemingly randomly cut body parts were quietly placed together in a certain order, and the thick black hemp thread roughly sewed the body parts together. Some yellow-black pus was slowly flowing along the wound.
Yes, little lord Dursley is making a high-level puppet. Generally speaking, whether low-level or high-level, puppets are made up of the corpses of strong lower-level ones. The only difference may be the different psychic witchcraft cast on them.
The witchcraft used to create advanced puppets consumes a lot of psychic energy. According to Dursley's level, creating a high-level puppet will make himself weak for a period of time.
But if it was the real master of Barbarus, the great lord Nakre, that guy could create a dozen high-level puppets in an instant with just a wave of his hand.
Although Dursley could create a dozen low-level puppets with a wave of his hand, the gap between low-level puppets and high-level puppets was difficult to cross.
These mass-produced low-level puppets can only fight, unlike the high-level puppets, which can organize their own tactics, use simple psychic powers, and command low-level puppets.
Moreover, the combat power of a high-level puppet is several times that of a low-level puppet.
But before that, the young lord Dursley always adhered to the principle of flying bricks with great force, focusing on quantity rather than quality. As long as I have enough low-level puppets, I can kill a single high-level puppet on the opposite side.
—Yes, these lords in the south prefer simply made puppets, and some of them also tame other monsters, but only those lords with sufficient territories will have other options besides puppets.
For example, Dursley used human wave tactics to kill several small lords nearby, and then raised a lot of dirty hounds.
But now... nothing works anymore.
Dursley gritted his teeth and thought that since the arrival of the Death Guard in the north and the monster with a scythe that roamed around at night, harvesting the bottom layer had become increasingly difficult.
At first they just thought that capturing the village at night would become more complicated.
In fact, it was like this at the beginning. The Death Guards led by Typhon actively organized night protection work in various villages.
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But they all ignored the guy who was wandering in the poisonous fog just like them.
What's going on?! That guy is obviously also a low-level person. He is not a half-blood like Carastiphon and therefore has psychic powers. He is just a tall and strong low-level person! How did he kill those small lords
None of the lords knew that the person involved had already died.
The guy appeared silently in the poisonous fog with a sickle in his hand, and then cut off the heads of the alien lords who came down the mountain to hunt.
Dursley was somewhat glad that he never went down the mountain to hunt, but his slave-hunting team suffered heavy losses, with nearly a hundred puppets killed in several hunts down the mountain.
—No, it won't. If it came down the mountain, it would kill the damn bastard.
That lowly bottom!!!
Having said that, the Alien Lord Dursley has been staying quietly in the territory since then.
News of alien lords being killed in the territory continued to come out.
It's impossible to say that I'm not panicking.
However, the road to the foot of the mountain to hunt the lower classes was blocked. No matter how many slave-hunting teams there were, they would all be killed when they came down the mountain.
Without the raw materials to make puppets, the Dursleys could not continue with their quantitative strategy.
So Lord Dursley had no choice but to bite the bullet and try to create an advanced puppet.
But his first attempt just now failed.
It felt like my connection with the Supreme Heaven was suddenly cut off.
Dursley was standing beside the experimental table, lost in thought. Other experimental instruments were running in other parts of the room. The steam engine was roaring, and the mechanical arms were moving and creaking.
A figure slowly emerged from the shadows at the door; the face beneath the gas mask was blurry and difficult to discern.
The shadow was about three meters away from the Dursleys, and Lord Dursley was still standing beside the experimental table, with his back to the door without any self-awareness.
Lord Dursley knew that if there had been an attack, his puppets and dirty hounds would have already started to stir.
However, it miscalculated—
The figure at the door suddenly jumped up!!! He raised his knife and chopped at its face!!!
Dursley subconsciously raised his hand to block, while using his most commonly used explosive magic with his other hand!
"ah!!!!"
The hand that tried to use witchcraft exploded instantly, and the sickle changed its angle, bypassing the block and hooking straight into his internal organs!
The curved blade of the sickle cleverly avoided obstructions, and the tip of the blade cut through Dursley's huge and bloated body like cutting through tofu.
The tip of the knife probed deeper inside, and a bunch of blood-red organs hung on it like plump grapes, falling out as the sickle fell!
"you!"
Dursley stared at the uninvited guest, and in the last second of his life, he saw the ghost.
Compared to the other lower classes, he had a tall and sturdy body, and was wearing a dark leather protective suit from head to toe. Above the gas mask and under the hood, he had a pair of soulless, deep black pupils that seemed to absorb everything!!!
This is a cursed soul!
The pair of black eyes looked at it without any emotion, and he raised the knife and chopped again.
The knife rises and the head falls.
Today is a good day.
Hades thought happily, the assassination was successful, and he met a fool.
It seemed that the alien lord was dead, but Hades was worried, so he stabbed it a few more times.
Then he looked at the things on the laboratory table with some disgust. Body parts were scattered on it and corpse oil was all over the floor.
grass.
Hades didn't deal with the corpses first. Now that the lord was dead, the puppets should have felt the change in psychic energy and they should have fled.
Hades quickly ran upwards along the route he had just explored, and he quickly reached the top of the city wall.
Several puppets were running around on top of the castle in a state of collapse, and Hades quickly showed them mercy.
Then he looked to the edge and saw several cannons standing there.
Unlike the medieval cannons we imagine, the weapons here are all electronically modified - "they look like medieval cannons", "they work like medieval cannons", "they fire the same shells like medieval cannons but are more powerful", "but they are not medieval cannons".
Hades ran over and looked out through the observation port. The puppets that had fled first were obviously approaching the place where he had buried the mines.
Hades adjusted the muzzles of his guns and pointed them at the shed where the Dursleys kept their filthy hounds. Affected by the commotion, several hounds had broken free from their chains and escaped.
It doesn't matter.
Hades lit the turret and quickly ran away, running five meters away.
If he stood there, Hades bet the cannon would either stall or explode.
Several cannons were ignited one after another. Hades did the same thing and started to blow up the puppet group after blowing up the hound house.
—The mines buried in the distance also began to explode.
The scattered puppets have completely lost the desire to escape. These corpses that were brought to life by witchcraft only have the desire to kill and torture.
Amid countless roaring and shining explosions, Hades leaned over and jumped off the fortress, reaping the fruits with his sword.
Once upon a time, he also watched Mortarion harvest the puppets so ruthlessly.
And now, it's time for him to bloom the flower of killing!
The soul of the second soul is on fire!
(End of this chapter)