The most important thing about fishing is making nests.
But Dr. Kelson has nothing to offer, so he can only use himself to make a nest.
He stretched out his foot and carefully poked the water. The drowned corpse, which was very sensitive to the movement in the water, suddenly moved. His pale fingers, whose nails had fallen off, came out of the water. They jumped up like some kind of humanoid beast, instinctively wanting to Drag any living creature that touches the water down.
But the drowned corpse didn't find any breath of living things, because Kelsen was also a dead person.
The dagger stabbed the neck like lightning, picked up the drowned corpse that had not found its target and threw him to the shore. Kelsen immediately pounced on him, cut off the head with another knife, and then quickly and accurately cut open the head. Take out two resentment crystals.
The dark and turbid crystals look like screaming, deformed human faces. Some even have two faces on them, and the corresponding quality will be better. After confirming the quality, Kelsen put it into the alchemy pouch on his waist.
The body of the drowned corpse that has lost its head is twitching like a living fish, but the concept of a drowned corpse as an undead creature will be weakened after leaving the water, and it will only turn back into an ordinary corpse very quickly. Kelsen repeated his old tricks and soon caught five or six drowned corpses from the reservoir.
I have gained more than a dozen crystals of resentment, and just selling them directly is already a lot of money. But since it’s here, why not make a big one!
Kelsen took out the fat-burning tube from his waist and shook it vigorously. After the whale oil and yarrow were fully mixed, the bottle began to get hot. Normal operation should now open the test tube plug and pour the burning fat inside into the weapon for enchantment.
But Kelson didn't. He estimated that the temperature had reached a point where he could hardly hold it, so he casually threw the test tube into the middle of the reservoir.
The red blazing light slowly sank into the pool, and then became brighter and brighter, boiling the water in the middle.
Then with a loud bang, a column of water burst into the sky, blasting a bunch of drowned corpses onto the shore. One even formed an aggregated corpse, with countless white hands and feet twisting and kneading together, and long arms with four joints. Dancing like tentacles, the deformed human face roared silently.
The drowned corpse instinctively wanted to kill the creatures on the shore. Compared with other drowned corpses, the stronger necrotic spirituality allowed him to survive longer on the shore, but he did not find any living creatures in his perception. As he tried to escape back into the pool, a sudden impact knocked him off the shore.
Kelsen stepped back and looked at the "big fish" that died quickly after being taken out of the pond, and nodded with satisfaction.
The only way to catch big fish is to catch big fish with explosives.
Kelsen pulled out a silver flower from the dagger in his hand, stepped forward with a smile and began to harvest the crystallization of resentment in the head of the largest drowned corpse.
There were more than a dozen resentment crystals harvested from this aggregated corpse alone, and because of the characteristics of [Dissection Apprentice], Kelsen quickly discovered the core of this aggregated corpse.
Kelsen cut it open with his dagger and picked out a fist-sized amber multi-faceted prism. Although there was no light around, the crystal still reflected the magnificent light between black and purple.
Kelsen squinted his eyes and stared at the memories of countless resentful spirits inside. Now he had a big job. This is a crystal of resentment. For this dish of vinegar, Kelsen has to make dumplings.
It's just that such a high-quality grudge prism would not be born from the lowest level of drowned corpses...
Jean climbed down the iron ladder and walked towards the reservoir skillfully. Ever since the meeting discovered that an aggregated corpse had been born among the drowned corpses in the reservoir, several core members had made up their minds and planned to use the aggregated corpse to accumulate a Deathly Resentment Prism.
After several months of ripening, it is estimated that they can be harvested today. It's been a period of severe crackdown on the church recently, and everyone's supply of materials is also very problematic, so we have to rely on this thing to restore health.
Then he saw the astonishing scene in front of him, and his eyes widened involuntarily.
Kelsen harvested all the crystals of resentment that were blown up and drowned on the shore. He couldn't even put them in the alchemy bag, so he had to put them in his pocket.
When he bumped into the middle-aged man in front of him who looked tired and had a short beard, he felt uneasy. After all, combined with the quality of the Deathly Resentment Prism, Kelsen probably suspected that someone was deliberately raising polymer corpses here to condense materials, and now he was caught by the real owner.
But compared to Kelson's anxiety, Gene's mood was one of shock. Although the drowned corpses have entered a countdown to death due to dehydration, their desire for living beings will be stronger at this time, and they will fight back more violently. He also had the soul spell left over from when he first started cultivating the aggregated corpses, otherwise he would not have dared to come and collect this dish.
What's even more frightening is that his life detection spell cannot sense the life ether on the opposite side!
This person is either an extraordinary person with extraordinary strength and level far beyond his own, or he is a legendary lich. Only the art of the dead can completely abandon the ether of life and maintain a person's sanity and actions.
Kelson had already walked over at this time, and every step he took seemed to step on Gene's heart, making his temples beat. Although it was the harsh winter, Jean was sweating coldly and did not dare to act rashly.
Kelson walked up to Jean. Even though Jean was taller, he felt like he was looking down at him. The cold and deep necrotic ether was flowing through the other person's body, without even the slightest breath of life. He couldn't even feel the other person's breathing!
Then Jean saw Kelson raise his hand. Was he going to release a high-level spell to kill him and silence him?
The opponent wants to use Death Touch of the Dead? Or heart mastery? Should he first release the soul arrow from a distance, or use the banshee howl at close range to push the opponent back. No, I no longer had the chance to take out the casting materials. The other person stretched out his hand directly without even chanting.
Just when Gene thought his life was about to end, he suddenly felt something being stuffed into his palm. Kelsen retracted his hand, feeling a little distressed for the handful of resentful spirit crystals he had just grabbed. They were all white coins, but he had to act as if he didn't care:
"Take me to your organization."
Crystals of different resentful spirits. The cultivation of the Deathly Resentment Prism must be a technique that only the Necromancer can master. The possibility that the necromancers in Kongsbod want to survive on their own is very small. Most of them have a small group.
Kelsen is betting on whether the opponent is willing to accept new blood. As for whether the opponent will hand over his spoils or fight after joining, that is all a matter later.
But this sentence had another meaning in Jean's ears. Before he could figure out why the other party handed him a handful of resentful spirit crystals, he heard the other party's poking words and quickly explained:
"Master Lich, we are just a group of ordinary necromancers. We don't know that the aggregated corpses here were raised by you."
"Huh?" Kelson's smart little head was racing. In his previous life, he was a 30% to 80% candidate when he started polishing his resume for interviews after graduation. He was a person who solicited sponsorships and promoted banners in various places at work. He reacted immediately based on his own situation. Came over:
"It doesn't matter. I just woke up from the eternal sleep. I just saw the undead materials here and took them away. I happen to know very little about the current generation. How about going to your organization to learn about the current generation?"
Kelsen's lies were 30% true and 70% false. Although there were many loopholes in the desperation, it was enough to deal with Jean, who had already been suppressed in momentum.
"If that's the case, the Death Society welcomes you." Gene lowered his head and caressed his chest in greeting.
Kelsen nodded with a serious face and dispersed the long-accumulated necrotic ether on his right hand behind his back.
