Transcendent Dawn

Inside the box.

The blood was on the ground, and the female corpse was lying in the middle. There was also a pentagram array on her body, and each of the five corners had a symbol full of mystery.

No matter how you look at it, it has an evil taste.

"If it doesn't work, I will add a title of cultist in addition to the crime of homicide..."

With a straight face, Su Lu uttered the incantation heavily in ancient Hebrew:

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

"I channel the power of the moon..."

"The spirit that wanders in the darkness... In the name of me, the caster Sulu Botley, I call you back! Resuscitate!!!"

Ancient Hebrew is the lingua franca of the extraordinary world, with a strange tone.

Cooperating with the low and hoarse mantra, it rippled around, creating a terrifying atmosphere.

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

"Failed!"

Sulu had a splitting headache and his face was solemn.

He can't even be considered a transcendent, and this skill level is very low, failure is normal.

Boom!

To make matters worse, footsteps could already be heard in the corridor outside.

‘If I’m the mastermind behind the scenes, I’ll definitely have someone come over to catch the adulterer in bed... Uh, although that’s not what I meant, but the reason is the same, there’s not much time left. '

Sulu endured the nausea and headache, and recited the mantra again.

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

And, with continuous proficiency, at least he has become very fluent in chanting mantras, no longer stuttering.

And after finding the feeling, the notes he spit out became more and more ethereal, like a hymn from 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.

Sulu's head became more and more heavy, reaching the last sentence.

'Not good...I'm afraid I will fail again! '

A premonition immediately surfaced in his mind.

Outside, the sound became more and more urgent, and it had developed into slapping, almost hitting the door.

"...in the name of me, the caster Sulu Botley... I command you to recover!"

Sulu's head was in a daze, and he spit out the last mantra.

I don't know what happened, when he muttered the last sentence, his voice was low, and it seemed to be mixed with another voice.

As soon as this voice joined, the pentagram circle on the ground immediately flashed scarlet brilliance.

"Successful!"

Sulu shuddered and felt his head become more energetic: "What's going on? I feel like I'm about to fail? The last voice seems to be mixed with a..."

His face changed instantly.

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

hum!

But everything has been irreparable.

On Beatrice's body, the pentagram circle flashed blood-red brilliance and suddenly brightened.

Sulu snorted and almost collapsed to the ground: "Damn it!"

At this moment, he understood another truth, he is really not a transcendent!

Even though the spell is successfully cast, there is no corresponding 'mana gauge', so this spell draws his vitality!

On the attribute bar, the 0.9 in the physique column plummeted to 0.6 in an instant!

To Sulu, it was as if a lot of blood and bones had been sucked out in an instant, his face turned pale, and he withered on the sofa.

Buzz!

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

After the blood flowed back, the wound healed automatically, as if the knife scene had never happened.

At the end of the ceremony,

The pentagram circle on Beatrice's body also shrank rapidly, and when it reached her forehead, it seemed to form a certain brand.

With a flash of light, the brand mark disappeared immediately and merged into the skin.

However, Sulu felt that his spirit was connected to another existence, like a rope leading a certain little milk dog opposite.

"Successful!"

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

Beatrice's body moved and got up from the ground, her face was expressionless, her eyes rolled, staring at him.

'It's a bit oozing! '

Sulu tidied up reluctantly, opened the door that was being hit, with a look of impatience on his face: "What's wrong?"

"Uh……"

Outside the door, the anxious waiter almost fell into a shit, and quickly glanced at it.

Well, a man and a woman, with disheveled clothes, and the man's face is pale, how much energy has been consumed?

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

"unnecessary!"

As soon as Sulu had an idea to speak, a female voice came from behind, it was Beatrice, or that corpse girl!

"Sorry for disturbing you!"

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

Sulu turned around and felt as if he had seen a ghost: "Shit! You can still talk?"

The corpse girl is the lowest-level servant. Simply put, she manipulates the corpse, like a doll in a circus, and it is impossible to speak.

Maybe those masters of black magic can do this, but definitely not including Sulu!

"All extraordinary rituals are very dangerous, because you don't know where their final results will lead...Especially those that tend to be dark, there is a high possibility that they will lead to extremely terrible results..."

A piece of knowledge about hunting demons emerged, which made Sulu shudder.

He stared at Beatrice, and for some reason, he felt that Beatrice's skin was paler and more translucent after becoming Corpse Princess, with the aura of an iceberg beauty.

"Stand up, sit down, stretch out your hands, lift your legs... talk... Huh? Why don't you talk?"

He tried again, and found that the corpse girl he had made definitely had some kind of mutation. It was not a simple puppet with strings, but could perform semi-intelligent operations according to his own instructions.

‘It seems that… a strange thing has come up! If there is a ritual mutation, the possibility of bad results is almost ninety-nine percent! '

"never mind!"

Sulu checked the box and found that the previous blood backflow really helped a lot. Except for some chaos in the whole box, there was not a drop of blood left, even the blood on his and Beatrice's clothes flowed back into the corpse.

He immediately put on his coat, ordered Beatrice to follow behind him, and left the box one after the other.

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

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

The potential meaning of this order is to make an alibi for me, so that I can die far away.

If it was an ordinary corpse girl, if she was a certain distance away from the caster, she would immediately 'cut off the power' and fall to the ground, but this one is obviously different.

Due to the uncontrollability of the Mutated Corpse Ji, Sulu had no idea of ​​research at all, and just wanted to stay as far away from trouble as possible.

'Sorry, Beatrice, may your soul rest in peace! '

Watching the other party's back go away, Sulu breathed a sigh of relief, tightened his clothes, and prepared to find a place with many people to calm down, and at the same time make an alibi for himself.

'This matter... will not end like this...'

'Damn...how did my date turn out like this? The waiter just now... His smile made me very uncomfortable. Although there was blood in the box, I didn't want to do it this way, you bastard! '