Necromantic puppet master Suo'er (soul): Advanced e loves to read, so he loves to share. : A special being born from the fusion of the soul 'flesh' of the Necronomicon King and the gluttonous 'female' king, and many parts of his body are in an unconfirmed state. She perfectly inherited her father's talent for souls and her mother's talent for puppetry, becoming a one-in-a-million necromancer; And after entering the 'spring' stage, the potential of her magical beast began to awaken, giving her a stronger physique and attack instinct. Extremely rebellious, maverick, and does not cherish the body. For some reason, he began to alienate his father, and even talked back to his father.

Race: Princess Silk (unconfirmed)

Class: Puppeteer

Required: (omitted)

Precautions: Suo'er is very rebellious and must be cautious in everything she says.

Special effects: Due to her outstanding talent, Suo'er can control the puppets to the limit of the puppeteer, and can 'manipulate' five puppets at the same time. Spider-type monsters that sign a contract with them have their attack increased by 5%.

With her innate talent, Sweetheart Secret is able to recruit all the necromantic creatures or spider-like monsters that are lower than her own to be her toys. Necromantic creatures or spider-like monsters that are puppets cannot spontaneously terminate temporary contractual relationships.

The Princess's Invitation Dance (omitted)

White Blade Roundabout (omitted)

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"The students are back."

On the World Tree, Qingyi greeted the two teachers.

The general smiled: "Good apprentice, you have suffered great changes one after another, but you can still stick to your heart, it is really rare!" ”

"Don't boast so quickly, I guess he'll have to say stupid things again in a while." On the side, Deve always said something bad about the scenery.

Qingyi also smiled: "No, I understand, the teacher just taught me knowledge, but he didn't have to guarantee anything." I'm a little sad that Rudy died, but it's not the people I'm closer to who died, so I'm even a little glad. Since everyone is still alive and well, I don't need to be sad. ”

"Old wastewood, what you said is really good, this kid's capital is excellent, but he has been 'blinded' by the mundane past, and he can't see through life and death, and he can't count the calamity." The general immediately nodded to Defu, and then turned his face and put on a straight face: "Your realm is not yet yet." If you look at how many great powers there are in the past dynasties, all of them have a pure glass heart, which is not touched by the cause and effect of the Heavenly Dao, and is not stained with red dust and grievances. If you want to be as holy as a teacher, you must cut off the seven emotions and six 'desires', and have no distinction between relatives and alienation from everyone. As the saying goes, 'Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs'——"

"I know, but that's not me anymore." Qingyi immediately refused, which made the generals feel heartbroken. In fact, Qingyi didn't want to force himself to be indifferent to his family in order to become stronger, the reason why he chose to be strong was to protect his family, and he couldn't put the cart before the horse.

After jumping off the World Tree, Qingyi went to the Blood Pool to visit the underworld.

The Blood Pool is a unique building of the Blood Spirit, which gathers hot blood, and if soaked in it, it is extremely beneficial for the treatment of trauma, and the "Battlefield Medical Center" is made based on the healing principle of the Blood Pool. The advantages of the blood pool are obvious, but the disadvantages are also prominent, it has to replace the blood every day, which fully reflects the extravagant style of the blood 'essence' spirit. Many blood 'spirits' came from Snow White City to take a bath, because only high-ranking personnel had the right to enjoy the blood bath inside the Campy Villa. At this time, the whole person sank to the bottom of the blood pool, and he was treated in all directions.

"Morning." Probably feeling Qingyi, there was a surge at the bottom of the blood pool, and the underworld stood up straight. His body was restored, but the fire of his soul was still like a candle in the wind—blood could not repair his soul.

"How does it feel?" Qing Yi summoned the 'Yin' Shadow Throne and asked, sitting down.

"Okay." The Underworld shook his head, extremely rude. "How's Suo'er?"

"It's hard to say, she has been hit too hard this time, and I'm afraid she won't be able to recover in a short time."

The Underworld crouched down again, letting the blood flow over his chest. He asked seemingly casually, "Boss, it doesn't matter if I'm dead, right?" You're an adventurer, so I might be special? ”

"Don't be stupid, you haven't died, how do you know if there will be an accident?"

"I heard that Jiang's 'Huahuo' clones can also be resurrected infinitely."

"He is a great god, can we compare with him? Don't think about the past, whoever dies or lives is doomed, and it's useless to think about it. Qingyi waved his hand, stood up and walked out: "A little depressed." I'm gone, you take care of your injuries, and there are still many things to count on you. ”

Qingyi passed by the Abomination Factory and stopped to watch for a while. It was already a mess, and the traces of Pythagoras' flesh and blood were still visible. Architects all over the city are busy with the Joint Research Center or other important buildings, and this abomination factory, which has run out of chickens and dogs, can only be left to deal with when there are enough people.

Then Qingyi came to the joint scientific research center.

Because of the loss of many researchers, all the research of the Joint Research Center has tended to stagnate. Master Patra supervised the work himself, and looking at his old age, one could not help but worry about his body; Strunm rolled up his sleeves, picked up the alchemy vessel that had not been used for a long time, and prepared the 'potion' water himself. Cullen is in charge of the Necromantic Beasts, ready to respond to the enemy (although Pythagoras is still an unsolvable formidable foe for now).

Brian, holding a clipboard, waited for Qingyi in front of Fermat's sick bed, and there were no other staff members in this room besides him, as if Fermat had been abandoned. In fact, the necromantic creature is just from the most rational 'sexual' point of view, because Fermat's epilepsy is forced to attack by extreme transformation and must last for three days, even if the rescue cannot make his symptoms disappear early, it is better to invest precious manpower and material resources in the reconstruction of the home.

Of course, Qingyi also knew this, so he didn't pretentiously ask, "Is Fermat still the same", but asked: "Let me confirm again, did you sign an unequal treaty with Bigbower?" ”

"Yes."

"That's good." Qingyi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. "But we still need a negotiator, and we can't always let you negotiate, it's too 'waste' to waste your talents."

Brian replied, "As long as I can serve the Empire, no matter what work I do, I won't 'waste' my talents." ”

"You really can talk. No, forget that sentence, I know you think so. ”

After losing the economic war, the Twilight Empire was forced to sign many unequal treaties and became an economic colony. Hundreds of years ago, Blackstone Valley was a political colony of Bigbower, and hundreds of years later, it became an economic colony of Bigbower, and it seems that it cannot escape the fate of being colonized. Of course, many countries also took this opportunity to blackmail the Twilight Empire. This is a victory for the entire continent. The people didn't know about it, otherwise they would have celebrated, sung and danced.

"When will the army come back? There are already a lot of people who have shown the will of the mercenary military leadership. Brian brings the conversation back to the Necronomicon Lease.

"After about half a month, it is necessary to rest and recuperate. It's funny to say, although there is not much left of the ghost fleet, but our army is also ninety percent, and it can carry all of them in just one trip. Qingyi said with a smile. Seeing that Brian didn't laugh, Qingyi muttered in his heart, "I shouldn't be infected by Jiang's 'fireworks' and cold jokes."

"Also, will there be an accident if you leave the demon next to the 'source of sin'? They are so suspicious that I don't trust them. "Brian was talking about Simon's home at the Research Center. The little devil claims that only that place has the most authentic hellish atmosphere, which is most suitable for a homesick wanderer like him.

"It's okay, it won't hurt us anyway. From now on, we're going to encircle new allies, but we're going to ignore werewolves and witches. I really can't stand their work, although I don't sacrifice my 'sex' life like Rudy, but I have to do something substantial, right? Do you really think the necromantic creatures are good old people? Qingyi complained.

"I'll do something about it. Witches and werewolves have never mastered the economic lifeblood of Snow City, and they will be obedient. ”

"Speaking of money, Brian, the employment fee paid by Cornhill has been fully deposited, you can decide for yourself, where you should 'spend', don't save."

"Do you want to fill in a few small debts first?"

"Whatever, it's just that the money is mainly for the restoration of the 'City of Waiting'."

During the martial law period, the "City of Waiting" was completely closed to the public, and there were many fewer tourists for a while. With the end of the war and the lifting of martial law, the consumption of the "City of Waiting" and Snow City has risen sharply, and it is estimated that it will not return to normal levels until next month. Therefore, the restoration of the "waiting city" does not delay making money, and therefore does not delay the repayment of debts.

Brian nodded, and then asked, "Did Schroeder talk to you?" ”

"No, he should be waiting for me to beg him." Qingyi patted his head, and seemed to have a headache.

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Ulcer Island.

At the top of the towering 'meat' tower in the center of the island stands a 'meat' palace. Walk through the corridor covered with mucus and pus, and open the 'meat' hanging like a small tongue at the entrance of the 'door' but the size of a coconut, and you will come to the council hall. Jack of the Thousand Colored 'Flowers' was standing, with branches and green leaves sticking out of his body, like a green-colored 'hairy' savage, which had taken root under its feet, drawing nutrients from its flesh and blood. On the other side of the hall, Pythagoras put his hand on the lattice of the window and smiled.

"How?" The green leaves shook and Jack's voice was heard.

"An adventurer gave me a quest item. Let's take a look. ”

A short time later, another Pythagoras came from outside the 'door' and respectfully presented a scroll. In fact, there are hundreds of Pythagoras on the Ulcer Island, but only one is the main body, and the rest are soul fragments that he has divided. The doppelganger looks exactly the same as the subject, except for the absence of the black 'colored' cape, which of course can be compensated for by the tailor. These doppelgangers temporarily serve as guards, servants, and warriors, incidentally 'confusing' the enemy's vision, and in the case of Schroeder's plan, they will also be clerks and proprietors of various shops.

It doesn't take too many aborigines, Pythagoras alone to make the island function, which is perhaps one of the factors why he is called the "Ulcer Dictator".

Unfolding the scroll with all his might, Pythagoras' mouth pursed a smile like a knife wound.

"You see, Jack, Bigbower has someone ready to invest in us. Looks like it's going to have to take a short trip. ”