The Wizard World

A large number of black harpies hovered over the ship, and some even stopped directly on the mast of the ship, making weird squawking noises.

"Hey!!"

A strong man threw a javelin with all his strength, and it hit a harpies hard. The banshee drew a parabola backwards and smashed into the water from the air.

The banging sounds became more intense, and the harpies seemed to be irritated. After throwing the stones, they flapped their wings and swooped down, attacking the crew below with their sharp claws.

For a moment, the black feathers were accompanied by the sound of flapping wings, mixed with the roar of the sailors, the banshee and the sailors formed a ball, and the scene was chaotic.

The yellow claws scratched deep marks on the black iron arm shield. Metal weapons slashed at the feathered flesh, sending feathers and blood flying.

Angelet was still standing there, quietly watching the battle on the ship, while Temora on the side had already started to fight.

Temora raised her head and opened her arms wide, as if embracing the sky. The mouth quickly chanted strange sentences and syllables.

Soon, as the singing speeded up, a trace of light blue water vapor slowly appeared on Temora's body, like a burning flame.

The water vapor glowed with blue fluorescence, continuously transpiring, printing the deck around him into a light blue color.

In the sky, some harpies who were circling and preparing to attack suddenly fell down one by one like dumplings. With a bang, some fell into the sea, and some fell on the deck.

These fallen harpies were completely shriveled, and they were also steaming with light blue water vapor. Their plump bodies quickly became shriveled and aged as the water vapor evaporated.

With a snap, a Harpy landed not far from Angelet. He saw this banshee with his own eyes, the muscles and skin all over his body quickly lost moisture in a few seconds, from young to extremely old, and finally turned into a mummy that completely lost moisture.

The sailors who were still fighting were frightened immediately, and they all moved towards the other side of the ship without a trace, wanting to go further away, for fear that they would also suffer the fate of the banshees. And looked at Temora in awe.

The apprentices at the hatch also showed awe on their faces, obviously frightened by this weird phenomenon. Violet stood among them, with a complex expression of envy on her face.

The harpies in the sky directly killed less than half of them, and the remaining dozens of harpies let out horrified screams. One banshee took the lead and started flying towards the direction it came from. The rest also showed signs of wanting to escape, flapping their wings violently, and a large number of gray and black feathers kept falling down.

"Master Angelet, they will all run away before you do anything." Temora said loudly. There was a smile on his face.

Angelet smiled back, stretched out his hand and slowly pulled out the cross sword in the robe at his waist.

He glanced at the Harpy in the sky, and took a sudden step forward. Chop out a sword at once.

Swish! !

The blade of the cross sword disappeared instantly, leaving only the hilt in his hand.

A canopy of fine metal needles as dense as raindrops instantly covered the sky.

The harpies in the sky suddenly fell down in large pieces. Only one or two of them were left screaming, frantically staggering and flying away towards the distance.

Most of the banshees fell directly into the sea. A dozen fell to the deck with a thud.

The crew was quiet for a while. After a while, they burst into loud cheers.

oh! ! !

"Praise Lord Angelet!! Praise Lord Temora!!"

"Long live the black robe!!"

"Prospect! Prospect!!"

They cheered loudly, shouting the name of the wizard for a while, and the name of the ship for a while.

Angelet smiled and looked at Temora, who shrugged and made a helpless expression.

"This is the power beyond ordinary people." Looking at the body of the banshee that fell on the deck and was still slightly moving, Angelet felt a flash of emotion.

In the brown-gray cabin. A pile of harpy corpses was quietly piled up in a corner, black and bloody. Made the room smell a bit bad.

Angelet stood in the middle of the room. In front of him was a long gray table with the corpse of a harpy on it.

The corpse was full of flesh and blood, and the whole body was intact, except for the temples of the head. A slender metal iron needle pierced hard. The fine needle was slightly black, and only a little red blood oozes from the skin it pierced.

The body of the banshee lay quietly on her back on the table, her wings spread out to both sides, almost hanging down to the bottom of the table.

The torches on the bulkhead not far away made the room a little dark.

Angelet frowned, stretched out his hand and flicked. In the air next to his right cheek, a small bright flame suddenly ignited. The soft bright yellow halo immediately illuminated all the shadows on the corpse.

Flames float in the air. stand still.

Only then did Angelet nodded in satisfaction, stretched out his hand, and gently turned the banshee's head.

The skin on the face is hard to the touch and seems to have a thick stratum corneum. The face was also the same as that of a human female, she stretched out her hand and turned her mouth, revealing a row of white serrated teeth.

There were still black shreds of meat between the teeth, and a faint stench was emitted immediately.

Angelet frowned and closed the corpse's mouth, and lightly tapped the iron needle at the temple. The iron needle was automatically pulled out immediately, and fell to the wooden board with a snap.

Angelet reached out and pressed the banshee's body, and began to check.

There is a pinch of white fluff on the neck, which is very soft.

Under the armpit of both wings, there is a red mole on one side, the size of a fingernail, which is very conspicuous.

Angelet stretched out his hand and pinched the banshee's breasts, and milk was squeezed out. He quickly took out a test tube and took some samples.

Then there was the abdomen, which bulged slightly, as if a ball was inside.

Angelet pondered for a moment, and a silver surgical knife suddenly appeared in his right hand.

With a hiss, the knife gently cut open the banshee's abdomen from top to bottom. The bloody red abdominal cavity was exposed.

He reached in with his hands and began to cut carefully, and the organs were slowly taken out one by one.

After a while, some of the broken internal organs were taken out.

"You don't have a respiratory system?" Angelet was taken aback suddenly.

"There are liver, spleen, heart, stomach, intestines, etc., but no lungs?" He muttered to himself.

After a pause, Angelet continued to remove the internal organs from the banshee's abdomen.

Soon, he took out a ball wrapped in flesh and blood, connected with a long umbilical cord.

The scalpel skillfully sliced ​​open the meat ball, revealing a small thing inside.

A red harpy that has not yet grown up, only the size of a fist, curled up all over, slightly purple all over, it seems to be dying.

Angelet nodded slightly, put the meat ball aside, withdrew his hands, and looked at the banshee's eyes. They were all brown-yellow animal pupils, and the pupils were vertical and a little distracted.

"The overall physiological structure is almost understood. Then the next step is to extract the blood." He walked to another corner of the room, where various metal utensils for experiments were placed, and there was a huge spherical glass bottle covered by a long The black metal pipes are connected.

Angelet clapped his hands together, and a bright yellow flame ignited under the glass spherical container, starting to warm up.

He picked up a metal beaker, walked to the body of the banshee, gently cut open the main artery in the neck with a scalpel, and a stream of bright red blood gushed out from the cut and flowed into the metal beaker.

The bloodletting lasted for more than two minutes before it was barely drained.

Angelet changed several large cups in a row before finishing them completely.

Then, the blood is boiled to evaporate the water vapor inside. Angelet had previously added blood activation medicine to all the corpses that were brought in, a small medicine used to keep the blood from coagulating for a period of time.

Two hours later, Angelet drained all the banshee corpses of blood.

And the glass spherical container used for boiling, which is equivalent to the size of a human head, has already filled a large tank of plasma.

The dark red, even some black blood plasma was constantly boiling, and bubbles of different sizes came out. The blood spots splashed on the edge of the container turned the entire transparent glass container dark red.

The evaporated water vapor followed the metal pipes, and was divided into countless small needles by the changed metal pipes, extending from the crack of the door of the room, releasing a stream of white steam with the smell of blood out of the cabin.

Angelet stood by and melted the metal cap on the kick-off container from time to time, pouring in some black and green potion.

More than an hour passed.

There was only an hour and a half of plasma left in the container before he slowly extinguished the flame below.

Randomly wrote a weird character on the surface of the spherical glass container. With the movement of the fingertips, a dark red fluorescent trace slowly emerged.

Soon, the characters on the surface of the spherical container began to faintly glow with a dark red halo.

"Corianante, Hymn to Blood." Angelet read out the short lines of the mantra softly.

hiss

In the container, all the plasma, whether it was still bubbling or splashed onto the glass wall, quickly gathered towards the center and condensed into a ball the size of a walnut.

After a few seconds, the entire container became extremely clean, only a walnut-sized dark red blood cell quietly floating in the air in the middle.

Angelet lifted the cover of the metal tube, and the dark red ball flew into his hand immediately.

"This is the best way witchcraft can be separated and purified." Angelet murmured, looking at the small ball in his hand.

This is no longer blood plasma, but hard blood cells.

"Create a mission to analyze the specific composition of impurities." He muttered silently.

In an instant, countless light blue light spots flickered in his eyes, densely packed and radiant.

ten minutes later.

"Task analysis completed. Component list feedback started."