Chapter 158: Draw

The ice from the abyss gradually dissolves, and the werewolf in the freeze is struggling. Its slender limbs popped out of claws, and the shattered ice cubes burst into a roar. Seeing that the monster was about to break free of the bondage, the ground flew out of Bai Sensen's bone claws, grasping its limbs firmly.
The bone claws locked, making a creaking noise, pulling the monster's limbs apart and laying on the ground. The restrained werewolf was still roaring, and his canine-shaped jaw showed long sharp teeth, trying to bite anything around him that could bite.
"Tighten it up. Werewolves can even bite off their hands and feet in order to get away. They are known for their ferocity, both to the enemy and themselves."
The slender priest of epidemic stands near the werewolf, and Shen Shen reminds the necromancer who is operating the magic circle. He accepted Zhou Qingfeng's suggestion, changed his attire, and removed many bits and pieces from his body.
But the "Mother of the Plague" believers are still as ugly as ever, and weird, this is not so easy to change.
"Justen, I don't need your bullshit, I know what to do." The necromancer stood at the other end of the magic circle, wield a wooden staff and sing softly, strengthening the bondage.
On both sides of the circle, there are many apprentices and friends of wizards and priests. They either have a dull face or a solemn look and are doing auxiliary work. When the law circle is stable, they will have to peek into the other side of the law circle.
The French formations are located under the eerie tower of Mondino. It took a few days for the necromancer to dig up the ground floor of the tower for several floors, and set up prisons, cellars, execution rooms, summoning rooms and other spaces.
The captured werewolf was being bound to the circle on the floor of the summoning room.
At the end of the summoning room, Uncle Zhou was sitting on a bone-backed chair. Others were busy, and he was complaining, "Why are your Necromancers so bad in aesthetics? The strange bones around you are the glass bottles soaking the viscera."
Mondino's body was wrapped in a black robe, and the complaints of the teenager were too lazy to bother. He only said: "Her Hugo, I'm ready. The technique is constant and can be performed immediately. Can you pay the constant cost first?"
Zhou Qingfeng jumped off the bone seat, his clothes were still hooked by broken bones. He shook his head and said that he couldn't agree with the lifestyle here, so he took out one yellow crystal and one colloid.
‘Pest of the Blight’ beckoned, and the yellow colloid containing life energy flew out of nowhere and landed on his palm. After stroking him lightly, he was very satisfied. "Your Hugo, your generosity is appreciated. I would be happy to provide you with additional services."
Justin is surrounded by his students and friends, all ugly believers in the disease. He divided the yellow gum he received into multiple servings of different sizes, which were distributed by all, and all were swallowed orally.
What are these guys doing?
Zhou Qingfeng looked inexplicable.
"People like Justin have been exposed to toxins and diseases for a long time, and their physical damage is very great. They need to replenish their life energy regularly to prolong their lives. As their practice improves, ordinary life energy cannot satisfy them. So they are very distressed.
The necromancer came to Zhou Qingfeng, took the topaz, and explained a few words. Justin and others all gave joy after taking the colloid. Some people's faces have become significantly healthier, with less pustules and dark spots.
Believers in the 'Blight' were very satisfied and thanked Zhou Qingfeng. After all, the yellow life colloid is equivalent to a strong adventurer, and it is not so easy to get.
Mondino's side is much simpler. He took the soul crystal, and a swirl of black mist appeared in front of him. When Huang Jing lost in the whirlpool, she heard the noise of an old woman whispering, "Well done, I need more."
The vortex shrinks and disappears out of thin air.
Zhou Qingfeng looked around and asked in amazement: "That's it? Which one was the voice of the old ghost just now?"
"What else do you want to see?" The Necromancer asked indifferently.
"You did everything you could to get the soul crystal, and you sent it out without covering it."
"Yeah. I owe the old ghost a large debt now, and it can take my soul at any time in accordance with the contract. Unless I immediately get a green crystal, I will always be enslaved by it. But green crystal is too rare , You can't find a few in the whole North. "
The necromancer was downcast, and Zhou Qingfeng looked at him pitifully. It is fortunate to think that I can have a rich source of soul at hand. No wonder the succubus of the abyss valued him so much, in order to make him live longer, he even gave free instructions.
After paying the reward, it is necessary to start the constant technique.
The werewolf bound by the French formation sent his sorrow. He was still struggling, but no longer growled, and instead asked for mercy, "Please let me go. I am willing to serve you. I am the best hunter, I am the most loyal Servant. Don't kill me, please don't kill me. "
There was no interface, no sympathy, and even Zhou Qingfeng didn't speak, standing silently.
Several people came out of the 'epidemic' and grabbed many surgical instruments. They knocked silver nails into the werewolf's limbs, cut open the tendons on its hands and feet, extracted its blood, and finally opened the werewolf's chest with a scalpel, exposing its organs.
The werewolf is not dead yet, and his heart is beating fiercely. It was cursing, scolding, howling. The giant wolf's head kept twisting, trying to bite enemies near it, but all was in vain.
"I'm a little scared." Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head and ‘live anatomy’ made him goosebumps. The necromancer squinted at him, and murmured, "Lord Hugo, the last thing you should be afraid of is you."
"I'm a good person, of course I'm afraid."
This remark caused the collective abdominal defamation at the scene to gain a foothold in the Black Forest and let the necromancer and the disease priest serve for themselves. Now it is even more necessary to kill the inborn magic. The guy who did these things actually has the face to say that he is a good person.
metamorphosis!
Justin's side was done, and it was the Necromancer's turn. They whispered in a low voice, driving the circle, and began to extract the laws contained in the werewolf's flesh and blood.
Heart, liver, spleen, lung, kidney, brain, eyes, nose, tongue, bones, blood, myelin, and different muscles combine to give the werewolf various magical abilities.
Arcane runes surfaced in the air. Every one that emerged, the corresponding organ of the werewolf would fail. When all the patterns were stitched together, the strong mutant werewolf turned into a pool of decaying rotting meat, and even the bones were soft and gray.
Necromancer's chanting grew louder, and some minor arcane runes began to dissipate. For example, the intelligence of the werewolf is average and not needed. The appearance of the werewolf is also not good-looking, so it must be eliminated. The werewolf's transformation ability was originally good, but Zhou Qingfeng had no interest.
The core is the self-healing ability of the werewolf, which is also the enhancement goal most valued by the ordinary constant person. When the necromancer said that the runes had been extracted, he signaled that Zhou Qingfeng entered the circle and began to be constant.
The boy yelled, "Wait a minute, I need to reintegrate these runes."