A faint glimr of spiritual light flowed into the body.
The chanical nanofluid within him seed to recharge again, rapidly becoming active and self-replicating, but this ti it primarily concentrated in the areas of skin and muscle. On the mark of Human Form No. 3, the modification progress of both skin and muscle instantly increased by more than ten percent.
It seems that killing the steel-built sect’s chanical cultivators can enhance the cultivation progress of Human Form No. 3.
The skin seed to beco extrely tough.
Strength began to show significant enhancent, muscles were striated, and there were signs of transforming into steel wires, as the replicating chanical nanoliquid had already begun to integrate on the molecular level into the basic structure of muscle tissue. This chanical nanoliquid could absorb trace tal elents within the human body; in this world, food was polluted with heavy tals, which instead provided materials for its synthesis, and participated in the human body’s tabolism.
Duncan could now be certain that the reinforced nanofluid of the steel-built sect was probably derived from the God of Machinery.
An already deified high-level chanized body.
The relentless slaughter continued.
Tassia’s expression gradually beca shocked, watching Duncan eliminate one survivor after another with extrely ruthless thods, completely unlike an inexperienced young man. Regardless if it was the chanical Divine Sect or the resistance army, he eradicated them all.
At so point, her attitude towards Duncan had changed—humble, respectful, even a bit awe-struck.
So many of the resistance army had died, she had no retreat.
At this mont, the resistance mark on Tassia shattered, directly transforming into the label of an exile.
Beside a crumbling ruin.
Duncan saw the barely-breathing Bert. The esoteric practitioners he brought were all dead, and a few magic tricks couldn’t withstand the rain of bullets, being directly riddled by the Defender Army’s gunfire.
Bert had half his body shredded by a heavy machine gun.
If it weren’t for his druid-like abilities, he might have already died.
Bang!
Duncan executed a Defender Army mber crushed by rubble with a shot, then slowly walked to Bert. This esoteric practitioner was beyond saving, with almost all his internal organs shattered.
"The... the scripture..."
Bert wheezed with difficulty, his branch-like hand reached for a black scripture from the rubble, and offered it strugglingly to Duncan, uttering with a last burst of energy: "Take... take it out..."
"The machinery... will destroy... our holand... planet..."
"Only by returning... to nature... the earth... faith... can humanity... be redeed..."
This unweary esoteric practitioner didn’t just co here for the relics; he wanted to proselytize to Duncan. Even as death approached, he remained surprisingly calm, seemingly unfearful of death, still trying to spread the faith of the Earth Secret Sect to Duncan.
To him, being buried in the earth after death could also be considered a kind of belonging.
Duncan reached out to take the Earth Secret Scripture before him, and as the last strength faded away, Bert gradually closed his eyes, his breathing stopped, life ended, and the branch-like hand reverted to a human skin.
This esoteric practitioner’s power wasn’t enough to transform into a plant-human hybrid life form.
"Your Majesty."
Just as Duncan closed Bert’s eyes, the lich skull on his shoulder suddenly spoke: "Do you need to revive him?"
"This esoteric practitioner inherits from the druid faction, having so magic power within him. I have a way to bring him back."
"After revival, he can serve as Your Majesty’s servant."
Revival?
This lich had this kind of ability?
However, Duncan quickly realized that what the other party ant by revival was likely turning into an undead creature.
Duncan pondered for a mont, then slowly nodded.
So, under Tassia’s sowhat shocked gaze, Duncan slowly dug out Bert’s cold body; half of it was smashed, intestines dragged long, and needed to be stuffed back into the belly.
"Go get the dical kit."
Duncan turned and said to Tassia beside him: "There’s another one under that collapsed fra."
The person was already dead; what was he planning to do?
Tassia’s expression held a trace of surprise. She didn’t understand what Duncan intended, but considering the various legends of esoteric practitioners, she complied.
"Do you know how to stitch a body?"
After receiving the dical kit, Duncan glanced at Tassia and asked.
Tassia gently shook her head but then nodded and said: "I’ve learned a bit about dical bandaging."
Duncan handed over the needle and thread for stitching wounds, saying: "Help stitch up his belly, don’t worry about the internal organs and intestines, just stuff them in."
After speaking, he set the broken bones of the esoteric practitioner back and repositioned them.
Throughout the process, Tassia was very obedient, a trace of curiosity in her fear. Although she had heard much about the esoteric practitioners, resurrecting the dead was a first.
After everything was dealt with.
Duncan used Bert’s blood to draw a complex six-pointed star array on the ground, with the death emblem of the Mysterious Era at the center. This knowledge of resurrection rituals ca from the lich Konggs, as he was quite legendary during the Mysterious Era, compiling a book of necromancy passed down from that ti.
Leaving Tassia at the site to tend to the body, Duncan once again ca to the ruins of the battlefield.
——Soul Capturing Technique!
The lich Konggs’ skull ignited a wisp of soul fire, and with an open-mouthed inhalation from the hollow skull, the souls of the dead were drawn out, then condensed under the power of the spell into a gray-black crystal.
Now the most crucial ritual material was secured.
The lich Konggs appeared sowhat regretful, humbly saying: "Your Majesty."
"There’s no shroud here, nor preservatives. The revival ritual might not be perfect."
"Originally, he should’ve been able to return as a corpse witch."
"But now it’s estimated that it can only be resurrected as a lower-ranked Corpse Demon."
For Duncan, it didn’t matter; he just wanted to witness the resurrection spell of this world.
Soon.
As Duncan placed the extracted Soul Crystal Stone into the Ritual Array, a chilling wind rose around, and a faint wailing of the Undead echoed, causing Tassia to shiver and quietly hide behind Duncan.
Although she seed to have so power, in truth, she had never left this Nest City in her life. Her past knowledge was all from the chanical Divine Sect, and she hadn’t seen much of the Esoteric Practitioners’ thods.
Duncan began to cast spells.
In fact, the one directing the resurrection ritual was the Witch Demon Konggs, only now it existed as an equipnt attachnt for Duncan in the form of a Servo Skull.
In the Dinsion Space, on the projection page.
The Mana Bar of the No. 3 Human Form began to slowly decrease, and a prompt appeared on the projection page.
—"The undead resurrection ritual is underway."
The entire ritual process was recorded.
Shrill howls echoed underground, and in Tassia’s terrified gaze, she saw seemingly tangible Evil Spirits, like a swarm of hovering black smoke. The Array beneath the body of Esoteric Practitioner Bert also emitted a dim, ghostly blue glow, then a fla ignited, spreading green fire along the blood traces on the ground.
The eyes of the Witch Demon Konggs glead with a dark fire.
As the wandering Evil Spirits were infused into Bert’s corpse, his cold, pale corpse suddenly began to twitch in the next second, first his head lifting high, followed by him sitting upright stiffly.
The wounds on his body began to heal rapidly, but it wasn’t the kind of human wound healing; it was more like a corpse slowly patching up with flesh.
Eventually, a wisp of deathly decay began to ooze from him.
—Corpse Demon-Bert (Witherer) (Undead Creature) (Three-star Silvery Gray)!
His power surprisingly increased.
After being resurrected into a Corpse Demon by the Witch Demon Konggs, an inexplicable surge of Magic Power erged within Esoteric Practitioner Bert, though his life form and the essence of his Magic Power also underwent changes. As he slowly lifted his head, beneath his ashen pupils was a faint Soul Fire.
"I’m resurrected?!..."
Bert’s expression was extrely astonished. He looked down at his hands, at the wound on his abdon, seemingly realizing sothing, he murmured, "It’s the resurrection of the undead by the Death Sect!..."
At this point, Tassia was already wide-eyed in amazent.
The dead resurrected.
Although not quite resembling the living, it still overturned her previous understanding. One should know that the chanical Divine Sect always prohibited the spread of Esoteric legends among the people.
The life form changed.
The gaze of Esoteric Practitioner Bert also landed on Duncan, especially the Servo Skull on his shoulder. Only then did he understand what that seemingly ordinary skull really was!
One of the legendary creatures of the Death Sect.
—Witch Demon!
In Esoteric Practitioner legend, a Witch Demon’s power matches that of the Archbishop of the chanical Divine Sect and so of the chanical Sages. Strictly speaking, they belong to the creatures of the Mythical Era, for even in the Mysterious Era of the Third Epoch, few Wizards could transform into powerful Witch Demons.
The skull of the Witch Demon Konggs emitted an eerie light, and Corpse Demon Bert imdiately felt his will being suppressed, involuntarily kneeling toward Duncan, saying, "Master."
Although Duncan presided over the ritual, the Witch Demon was the true upper Undead.
This guy was slick, and so was the skull.
Looking at Bert’s still ragged, pockmarked body in front of him, Duncan suddenly used his thought to ask the Witch Demon on his shoulder, "Can his parts be replaced with the chanical Divine Sect’s construct prosthetics?"
Hearing Duncan’s words, the Witch Demon Konggs appeared slightly surprised, hesitated for a mont, then said, "Your Majesty."
"In the Mysterious Era, indeed, there were quite a few undead transformation technologies."
"But directly implanting the prosthetics of the chanical Divine Sect? Not many have tried that!"
"It might be possible."
"After all, the flesh of the Undead is just a shell, the essence is still the resurrected soul."
"But if done, wouldn’t the Machine Spirit also reject it?"
Duncan pondered, "Then tell , those completely chanized chanical Cultivators, do they count as dead or living?"
One without any flesh and blood.
With a fully chanized body, organs hollowed out, brains replaced, consciousness uploaded, completely turned into a chanical Construct, does he count as dead or alive?
This question stumped the Witch Demon Konggs in front of him.
Must the Undead use bones as the shell?
Would steel machinery not suffice?
Since in the end, nothing remains, why not swap in a chanical body?
Duncan said in a deep voice, "The chanical Soul will be dealt with by ."
"Do you think this plan is feasible?"
Not knowing what ca to mind, the Witch Demon Konggs suddenly got excited, if Undying Undead could also be transford into chanical Constructs, then a new sect could erge, possibly even infiltrating the chanical Divine Sect and quietly gaining a foothold in this world.
Death can also be redefined, for in Duncan’s view, those entirely chanized church cultivators were already a form of the dead.
As for the chanical Soul?
Currently, Duncan’s forte is suppressing the chanical Soul since he, himself, is a high-dinsional being, naturally possessing a degree of suppression over such spiritual concepts.
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