The Wizard World: 138 Returns 1

A lot of black hawks banshees hovered over the ship, and some of them even stopped directly on the mast of the ship, making quaint noises. 《》

“Hey !!!”

A brave man threw a javelin hard and tied it to a hawk banshee. The banshee suddenly drew a parabola and smashed into the water from the air. .

The sound of crackling sounds became more and more intense. These hawks seemed to be angered. They directly threw stones, flapped their wings and flung them down, attacking the crew below with sharp claws.

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

The yellow claws made deep marks on the black iron arm shield. The metal weapon was severely chopped on the feather-covered flesh, bringing up flying feathers and blood.

Angele is still standing still, watching the battle on the ship quietly, while Temora on the side has already begun.

Temora looks up with her hands wide as if to embrace the sky. There are weird sentences and syllables sing quickly in his mouth.

Soon, as the chanting speeded up, a tiny bluish of water vapor slowly emerged from Temora’s body, like a burning flame.

These vapors glow blue, glowing and transpiring, marking the decks around him a pale blue.

In the sky, some hawks circling and preparing to attack suddenly dropped dumplings one by one. Among the snores, some fell in the sea and some fell on the deck.

The fallen hawks and banshees are all dried up, and they also evaporate light blue water vapor. Their plump bodies quickly dried up and became older with the steam.

Suddenly, a hawk banshee landed not far from Angele. He looked at the banshee with his own eyes. His muscles and skin quickly lost moisture within a few seconds, from being young to becoming extremely old, and finally turning into a dead body with no moisture.

The sailors who were still fighting were suddenly frightened. They moved their steps towards the other side of the ship without any traces, and wanted to leave farther, for fear that they would also suffer the fate of the banshees. And looked at Temora with awe.

The apprentices at the hatch of the ship also showed awe on their faces, apparently frightened by this weird phenomenon. Williet stood with complex expressions of envy on her face.

The hawks in the sky were directly killed by less than half of them, and the remaining dozens of banshees screamed in horror. A banshee took the lead and began to fly in the direction it came from. The rest also showed the appearance of wanting to escape, flapping their wings fiercely, and a large number of gray and black feathers continued to fall.

“Master Angele. You’ll run away before you even do it,” Temora said loudly. There was a smile on his face.

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

He glanced at the hawk banshee and stepped forward violently. Cut out a sword at once.

Oh! !!

The cross sword’s body disappears instantly, leaving only the hilt in the hand.

A thin metal needle like a raindrop instantly covers the sky.

The hawks in the sky suddenly fell down. Only one or two hairs screamed screaming, crooked and crooked away in a distant sway.

Most of the Banshee fell straight into the sea. A dozen fell on the deck and made a popping noise.

The crew is quiet for a while. After a while, they suddenly burst into cheers.

Oh! !! !!

“Praise Lord Angle !!! Praise Lord Temora !!!”

“Long live the black robe !!!”

“Look forward! Look forward !!!”

They shouted loudly, calling the wizard’s name for a while, and the ship’s name for a while.

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

“This is the power to surpass mortals.” Angele flashed a sigh of emotion as she watched the corpse of the banshee slightly falling on the deck.

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A brown-grey cabin. A bunch of hawks corpses were piled quietly in the corner, dark, blood flowing down the floor. Makes the smell of the room a little bad.

Angel was standing in the middle of the room, with a long grey table in front of him, and the body of a hawk banshee on it.

The corpse is full of flesh and blood, and is intact, with only the temple on the head. A slender metal iron pin pierced into it. The fine needles were slightly black, and the punctured skin exuded only a little red blood.

The banshee’s body lay on her back quietly on her back, her wings spread to both sides, almost hanging below the table.

The torches on the bulkhead not far away darken the room.

Angele frowned, reaching out. In the air near his right cheek, a small ball of bright flame suddenly lit. The soft bright yellow halo instantly illuminated all the shadows on the body.

The flames float in the air. Stop motion.

Angele nodded in satisfaction, reached out his hand, and turned the banshee’s head gently.

The skin on the face is hard and seems to have thick cuticles. The face was like a human woman, and she reached out and rolled her mouth, and a row of Bai Sensen’s jagged teeth suddenly appeared.

There are still black shreds in the teeth, and a faint stench immediately emanates.

Angele frowned and closed the corpse’s mouth, and lightly touched the iron needle at the temple. The iron needle was automatically pulled out immediately, and it slammed on the wooden board.

Angele reached out and pressed on the banshee, and started checking.

There is a bunch of white fluff around the neck, which is very soft.

There is a red mole on one side of the underarm of the wings, the size of the fingernails is very conspicuous.

Angele reached out and squeezed the banshee, even though milk was squeezed out. He quickly took out a test tube and took some samples.

Then the abdomen, faintly bulging, like a ball inside.

Angele groaned for a moment, and a silver surgical knife suddenly coagulated in his right hand.

With a hissing noise, the knife gently cuts the banshee’s abdomen from top to bottom. Bare red flesh exposed.

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

A short while later, part of the internal organs were taken out.

“Surely there is no respiratory system?” Angelle suddenly frowned.

“Liver, spleen, heart, stomach, intestines, etc., but no lung?” he muttered to himself.

Pause for a moment, Angele continues to remove the internal organs in the banshee’s abdomen.

Soon, a ball of flesh wrapped by him was taken out, with a long umbilical cord involved.

The scalpel skillfully cut open the meat ball, exposing a small object inside.

A red hawk banshee, which has not yet grown, is only the size of a fist, with her body curled up, and her body is slightly purple, and she no longer looks good.

Angele nodded slightly, put the meatball aside, retracted his hands, and turned over the banshee’s eyes. They are brown-yellow beast pupils, and the pupils are vertical and somewhat scattered.

“The overall physiological structure is almost understood. Then the blood is extracted.” He walked to the other corner of the room, where various experimental metal utensils were placed, and a huge spherical glass bottle. A long black metal pipe was connected.

Angel took a shot with both hands, and a bright yellow flame ignited immediately under the glass spherical container, and began to warm up.

He picked up a metal beaker and walked to the banshee’s body. The scalpel gently cut the aorta of the neck. A bright red blood stream suddenly poured out of the incision and flowed into the metal beaker.

It took more than two minutes to bleed, and barely let out.

Angele changed several large cups in a row before he finished it.

Then, the blood is boiled and the water vapor in it is evaporated. Angli has previously added blood activators to all incoming corpses to maintain a small potion of blood that does not solidify for a period of time.

Two hours later, Angele drained all the banshee bodies.

The glass spherical container used for cooking is a large container the size of a human head.

Dark red, and even some blackened plasma boils continuously, with bubbles of various sizes. Blood spots splashing on the edges of the container turned the whole transparent glass container into a dark red.

The steam evaporating along the metal pipe is divided into numerous small needle tubes by the changed metal pipe, which extends out from the door slit of the room, and emits a white **** steam out of the cabin.

Angele stayed aside, and from time to time, the metal tube cap on the spherical container was melted and poured into some black-green potions.

An hour passed.

With less than half of the plasma in the container, he slowly extinguished the flame below.

I wrote a weird character on the surface of the spherical glass container. As the fingertips moved, a dark red fluorescent trace slowly emerged.

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

“Corionant, a hymn to blood.” Angle whispered a short sentence of the spell.

His ……

In the container, all the plasma, whether it is still bubbling or splashing to the glass wall, quickly converges towards the center and condenses into a walnut-sized ball.

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

Angel lifted the metal tube cover, and the dark red ball flew into his hand.

“This is the best level of witchcraft that can be separated and purified.” Angle muttered, looking at the ball in his hand.

This is no longer plasma, but hard blood cells.

“Establish a task to analyze the specific components of impurities.” He meditated.

In a flash, countless light blue dots flickered in his eyes, densely, and bright.

After ten minutes.

“The task analysis is complete. The component list feedback begins.”.

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