Chapter 512 The Art of Reincarnation

Chapter 512 The Art of Reincarnation

O'Callen frowned slightly, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"Infertile?" A hint of disgust appeared on his face, and he sneered, "Has the Tatar tribe actually fallen to this level?"

The Gaussian Tribe has the harshest attitude towards inferior species in the entire plain. In the Gaussian Tribe, once an inferior species is found to make a noise, they will be thrown to death immediately and will not be given a chance to grow up.

The reason is also very simple. It is difficult for inferior species to become blood warriors, but they are easily contaminated by the God of Disaster and become evil aliens.

Just like the evil king who was killed, he was just a bad breed at first. Although he was not thrown to death immediately after birth, he was regarded as a shame to the tribe. Growing up in that environment, he fought against the ghost tribe. Full of hate.

Therefore, after Deimos was contaminated by the God of Disaster and gained extraordinary power, he immediately took revenge on his tribe and killed almost all the people in that tribe, including some inferiors who were in the same situation as himself.

"Go away! Bastard."

A trace of ferocity appeared on O'Callen's face, and he stretched out his palm with the power of blood and grabbed Enzo's head.

"The shame of the war ghost clan should not appear in this world at all!"

Enzo remained expressionless.

He didn't want to waste any more time with O'Callen, so with a thought in his heart, the shadow turned into a mist ghost-like shadow assassin, and appeared directly behind O'Callen.

brush!

The shadow assassin swung his dagger from behind O'Callen, and a blood line suddenly appeared on his neck, followed by blood spurting out.

"Well……"

O'Callen's expression changed, and his voice was squeezed out of his throat. He couldn't help but reach out and touch his neck, but the wound became bigger and bigger, and it was finally difficult to suppress it.

Bang!

Blood spurted out from his throat, and O'Callen's body fell to the ground. The luster in his eyes gradually disappeared. As a second-level life form, the furious warrior died without even showing any strength.

"Lord O'Callen!"

"leader?"

From behind, the exclamations of the Gaussian Blood Warriors came. Several Red Stripe Warriors roared, and then simultaneously burst out with the power of blood, jumped down from the ruins of Rock City, and ran towards Enzo.

However, not before they could get closer.

Within ten meters, the shadows spread like a tide, and then, shadows entangled towards the blood warriors of the Gaussian tribe, binding them in place like black pythons.

"Evil... evil alien!!"

In the surrounding area, in addition to the Tatar tribe, other small tribes screamed in surprise and retreated involuntarily.

With the Tatar tribe as the center, an empty area appears. The strange method of controlling shadows obviously represents the identity of the evil being.

On the spot, Enzo waved his hand.

He released the restraints on the blood warriors of the Gaussian tribe, without causing too much killing, and scanned the front indifferently.

All the blood warriors of the Gaussian tribe took a few steps back. After seeing Enzo's methods, even the blood warriors who were not afraid of death did not dare to act rashly.

"let's go."

Then, Enzo spoke quietly, then turned around and prepared to leave the Gaussian tribe. Drogo hesitated, gritted his teeth and followed with everyone in the tribe.

All around, other tribes moved out of the way.

The actions of the Tatar tribe have confirmed the fact that they are colluding with the evil aliens, but due to the existence of Enzo, the blood warriors of other tribes do not dare to act rashly.

Just like that, the Tatar tribe left.

It wasn't until Enzo and others disappeared into the depths of the plain that the Gaussian tribe breathed a sigh of relief. All the red-striped warriors looked at each other in silence, and finally an older red-striped warrior stood up.

"Let's collect O'Callen's body first."

The old red-striped warrior had a face full of wrinkles, a bare dark chest, and a string of animal bone beads hanging around his neck. His cloudy eyes shone with the luster of thought.

Lamam, the oldest member of the Gaussian tribe!

He is over a hundred years old. Even as a red-striped warrior, he has lost his fighting ability and his energy and blood have declined. He is not even as good as an ordinary blood warrior. However, he still has his own prestige in the Gaussian tribe.

Several red-striped warriors stepped forward and lifted O'Callen's body.

"What should we do? Grandpa Ramamu?"

Next to him, a young red-striped warrior hesitantly asked, "Everything that happened today was like a catastrophe to the Gaussian tribe, and the death of leader Okaron was even more shocking."

On the spot, Lamam's cloudy eyes flickered.

After a while, he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "First, maintain the order of the tribe and stabilize the emotions of the tribesmen."

"As for the rest, prepare for a sacrifice!"

The surrounding Gaussians were all shocked. For the War Ghost tribe, the object of sacrifice was naturally the blood-killing god. Under normal circumstances, the War Ghost tribe would only hold sacrifices during the harvest season.

The Gaussians fell silent.

Carrying out sacrifices to the blood-killing god during the Black Mist Season is something that has never happened before in the history of the Gaussian tribe. With the blood-killing god’s power weak, more efforts must be made to get the god’s response. cost.

Blood sacrifice is essential.

This also means that the Gaussian tribe will lose some blood warriors, and even... higher-level red-striped warriors!

"Go down and get ready!"

After a while, Lamam sighed and said, "There is nothing we can do about this. The world has undergone drastic changes. If the Gaussian tribe wants to be protected from this disaster, they can only seek the guidance of the great blood-killing god!"

…

At the same time, the Tatar tribe.

Under the leadership of Enzo, the Tatar tribe returned to the tribe. At this time, on the plains, the black fog season had not yet ended, but the fog that symbolized the authority of the God of Disaster had completely disappeared.

"In the end what happened?"

Back in the Tatar tribe, Drogo couldn't help but ask a second time. Enzo hesitated and was about to think about how to reply, but at this moment, his expression suddenly changed.

"Enzo! What's wrong with you?!"

Drogo exclaimed and couldn't help but take a step back and looked at Enzo, only to see ferocious and twisted tentacles on Enzo's chest, as if they were about to tear flesh and blood and burst out of his body.

In place, Enzo gritted his teeth.

All the magic power in his body was activated. Enzo took out several potions one after another. The tentacles on his chest twisted crazily as if they were stimulated, but they soon calmed down.

"I need a break."

After a while, Enzo spoke calmly and directly issued an order to expel the guests. Drogo hesitated, nodded and exited the stone house.

"The God of Disaster..."

On the spot, Enzo murmured to himself, his eyes flashing with luster. After using Zophi, the crow of disaster, to swallow the power of the god of disaster, this method is also equivalent to a special seal.

However, this seal is not strong!

After all, the God of Disaster is a fourth-order life form. Both Enzo and the Raven of Disaster Zoffi are still at the level of a third-order life form. Even if the God of Disaster is forcibly sealed within the body, it will be difficult to completely suppress it.

Just like the previous riots.

The God of Disaster is unwilling to be sealed and always intends to break through the body of the Crow of Disaster. Enzo must constantly release magic power to strengthen the seal.

"It's not an option to continue like this."

On the spot, Enzo shook his head and took a deep breath. The Crow of Disaster was sealed in his body, like a time bomb that could explode at any time, bringing great hidden dangers to himself.

"Can the chip use magic power to eliminate the influence of the God of Disaster little by little, so that he can completely become a part of the Crow of Disaster?" Enzo asked.

After the Crow of Disaster devoured the God of Disaster, strictly speaking, the two have merged into one. However, because the life level of the God of Disaster is more powerful, even if he is passively swallowed, he may still be swallowed at any time. Seize dominance.

If that were the case, the Crow of Calamity would disappear completely, Zoffi's will would be suppressed, and he would become a part of the God of Calamity.

"Data simulation in progress..."

"After the calculation, the main body is suppressed by magic power, which can completely digest the power of the God of Disaster. The time required is about two hundred and seventeen years or more!"

In his mind, the sound of the chip came.

Enzo's eyes lit up at first, but as the time came later, he suddenly frowned and the luster in his eyes disappeared.

"If you use magic power to assist Zoffie in absorbing the power of the God of Disaster, it will actually take two hundred years?" Enzo frowned.

Then he shook his head.

"It's been too long, I don't have that much time."

Using a third-level wizard to digest the power of a fourth-level god is really too difficult for Enzo. He can only consume a little bit of magic power, which will take two hundred years.

This is obviously unrealistic for Enzo.

First, in Enzo's current state, if he wants to be promoted to a fourth-level wizard, he must conquer the world of war ghosts. Although the blood-killing god Sayenu has been defeated, he has not fallen and may appear again at any time. Enzo simply cannot There is no time to digest the God of Disaster bit by bit.

Second, in the process of digesting the God of Disaster through magic power, accidents may occur at any time. A slight mistake may cause the God of Disaster to break through the seal, thus posing a threat to Enzo.

"We can only consider other options."

Enzo shook his head, and while consuming magic power to suppress the God of Disaster, he tried to communicate with the Crow of Disaster.

Suddenly, Enzo's heart moved.

A flash of lightning seemed to flash through his mind, and a bold idea appeared. Enzo's eyes flashed continuously, and his thoughts changed.

"If that's what you want, maybe that's a way to do it."

Enzo murmured to himself in a low voice.

"However, this approach carries too much risk."

"But even if you don't do this..."

On the spot, Enzo's face was extremely twisted, and he couldn't decide on the plan in his heart. Reason told him that he should implement the plan, but he was emotionally entangled.

Finally, Enzo took a deep breath.

Perhaps it was because the wizard's reason overcame his emotions, or perhaps because there were not many choices in the situation at hand, Enzo's eyes gradually became firm.

"Chip, search for information about [Soul Seal] and [Reincarnation Technique]!"

Enzo ordered in his mind.

The two kinds of witchcraft he searched for were not simple spells, but some knowledge about designing souls and reincarnation. They were experimental theories that only high-level wizards could touch.

After a while, the chip search was completed.

In front of Enzo's eyes, a large amount of data information and some experimental cases appeared. The luster in his eyes flickered slightly, and the thoughts in his heart changed.

"Zophie, what do you think?"

Enzo murmured to himself, using his mental power to communicate with the Crow of Disaster in his body, and after getting the other person's approval, he made a decision in his heart.

…

Multiverse, forest world.

On the plain lined with tombstones, there are traces of witchcraft everywhere, and the burning flames make a crackling sound, reflecting the red surroundings.

Boom!

In the distance, there was a distant sound. On the ground, a hundred-meter-tall Titan bone giant collapsed. The core energy furnace in his chest shattered, causing every bone to shatter.

In mid-air, Mitchell stood in the air.

Behind his back, a pair of wings of light trembled, and golden runes flashed on his forehead. At this moment, Mitchell looked like a battle angel, holding a silver wand in his left hand and a spear in his right hand.

On the earth, the Titan bone giant has fallen.

On the ruins where broken bones gathered, the Purgatory Bone Dragon let out a low roar, and half of its bone wings were shattered by the sorcery bombardment, losing the ability to fly.

"It's almost over."

Next to Mitchell, Gustav sat cross-legged, with a miniature version of the Cloud Demon Mist underneath him, his fat body exuding a hint of cuteness.

"Yeah, it's almost over."

Mitchell shrugged, with a lazy smile on his face. After an hour of fighting, the Titan Bone Giant had been completely destroyed, and the Purgatory Bone Dragon was also severely damaged.

On the other side, the battle is coming to an end.

On the rugged earth, the scorching flames formed a sealing spell, and Crosno, who had transformed into a lich, was trapped in it and could not escape.

Not far away, Christina’s red hair was flying.

With a wanton smile on her face and a lust for revenge in her eyes, the witch waved her wand and threw fireballs, hitting the lich Crosno in the flame seal.

"Damn crazy woman!"

Krosno let out a low roar, and swung the giant sword burning with blue flames forward fiercely. The coldness froze the incoming fireball, but at the next moment, his feet were caught by palms.

"Illusion! Everything is an illusion!"

Crosnuo roared in his heart, but his feet turned into a swamp, and his body sank uncontrollably.

All around, clumps of clay rose.

Like thick liquid foam, heads appeared in the swamp, and the faces of each head seemed familiar to Crosno.

"Betrayer! Die!"

"Krosno! You trash!"

"Why do you want to kill me?"

The heads that appeared in the swamp were all dead Skeleton Castle wizards. With extremely resentful expressions on their faces, they questioned Crosno.