The ice from the abyss gradually dissolved, and the werewolf in the frozen storm and struggled. Its slender limbs popped out sharp claws, and the broken ice cubes collapsed in the roar. Seeing the monster breaking free from the bondage, white bone claws flew out quickly on the ground, firmly grasping its limbs.

The bone claws locked, making a squeaking sound, pulling the monster's limbs apart and spreading them flat on the ground. The bound werewolf was still roaring, and its dog-shaped jaw exposed its long sharp teeth, trying to bite anything around it that could be bitten.

"Tighten it, werewolf can even bite off their hands and feet in order to get out. They are known for their ferocity, whether it is against the enemy or the self."

The tall and thin "Battle Pastor" stood near the werewolf and reminded the necromancer who was operating the magic circle in a deep voice. He accepted Zhou Qingfeng's suggestion, changed his outfit, and removed many fragments of gadgets on his body.

But the believers of the "Mother of the Epidemic" are still as ugly as usual and look weird. This is not that easy to change.

"Justen, you don't need nonsense, I know what to do." The necromancer stood on the other end of the magic circle, waving his wooden stick and singing softly, strengthening the power of restraint.

On both sides of the magic circle, there were many apprentices and friends of wizards and priests. They either had a haggard face or a solemn expression, and were engaged in auxiliary work. When the magic circle was stable, they could not avoid looking at the other side of the magic circle.

The magic circle was arranged underground in the gloomy tower of Mondino. After a few days, the Necromancer dug several floors of the underground of the tower and arranged spaces such as prisons, cellars, execution rooms, and summoning rooms.

The captured werewolf is bound to the magic circle on the floor of the summoning room.

At one end of the summoning room, Uncle Zhou was sitting on a chair with a skeleton backrest, looking left and right, it was not easy to watch. Others were busy, and he complained: "Why are your necromancers so poor in aesthetics? You either have strange bones or glass bottles soaked in viscera."

Mondino's body was wrapped in a black robe, and he was too lazy to pay attention to the boy's complaints. He only said: "My Lord Hugo, I'm ready. The constant magic can be carried out soon. Can you pay the constant fee first?"

Zhou Qingfeng jumped off the skeleton seat, and his clothes were still being hooked by broken bones. He shook his head and said that he really could not agree with the lifestyle here, so he picked up one yellow crystal and one colloid each.

The 'Bloody Pastor' waved his hand, and the yellow colloid containing the energy of life flew out of thin air and fell on his palm. He expressed his satisfaction after gently stroked it, "Heronor Hugo, your generosity is appreciated. I am willing to provide you with additional services."

Justen was surrounded by his students and friends, all of whom were ugly-looking ‘bacteria’ believers. He divided the yellow glue he had obtained into multiple portions of varying sizes, and everyone distributed them all and swallowed them orally.

Damn, what are these guys doing?

Zhou Qingfeng saw it for no reason.

"People like Justen are exposed to toxins and epidemics for a long time and have great physical damage. They need to regularly replenish their life energy to prolong their life. As their cultivation level improves, ordinary life energy cannot satisfy them. So they are all very distressed."

The necromancer walked to Zhou Qingfeng, took the yellow crystal, and explained a few words casually. After Justen and others took the life colloid, they all made a sound of joy. Some people's faces became obviously healthier, with less pustules and dark spots.

The believers of the ‘epidemic’ were very satisfied and thanked Zhou Qingfeng one after another. After all, the yellow colloid of life is equivalent to a strong adventurer and is not so easy to get.

Mondino's side was much simpler. He took the soul crystal and a whirlpool with black fog appeared in front of him. As soon as Huang Jing threw it into the whirlpool, he heard an old woman's noise coming from it, "Good job, I need more."

The vortex contracts and disappears out of thin air.

Zhou Qingfeng looked around and asked in surprise: "That's it? Who is the voice of the old ghost just now?"

"What else do you want to see?" the necromancer asked back angrily.

"The soul crystal you have tried every means to get, and it was sent out without heating."

"Yes. I owe that old ghost now a large debt. It can take away my soul as contract at any time. Unless I get a green crystal immediately, I will always be enslaved by it. But the green crystal is too rare, and there are no few in the entire northern land."

The necromancer was dejected, but Zhou Qingfeng looked at him very pitiful. He was so lucky to think that he could have a rich source of souls. No wonder the succubus in the abyss valued him so much, so that he could even give him free advice in order to make him live longer.

After paying, the magic must be started.

The werewolf bound by the magic circle let out a wail. He was still struggling, but he stopped roaring, and instead begged for mercy: "Please let me go, I am willing to worship you as the Lord. I am the best hunter, and I am the most loyal servant. Don't kill me, please don't kill me."

No one touched and no one sympathized with each other. Even Zhou Qingfeng didn't speak, and stood quietly aside.

Several people came out of the "bacteria" side and grabbed a lot of 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 and exposed its organs.

The werewolf is not dead yet, and its heart is beating violently. It is cursing, scolding, howling. The huge wolf's head is constantly twisting, trying to bite the enemy close to it, but it is all in vain.

"I'm a little scared." Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head, and the 'living anatomy' made him squinting. The necromancer looked at him squintedly and complained: "Your Excellency Hugo, you are the one you should be afraid of the most here."

"I'm a good person, of course I'll be scared."

This led to the collective complaints on the scene that they could gain a foothold in the Black Forest and allow the necromancer and the disease priest to serve themselves. Now they have to kill animals to use constant magic. The guy who caused these things actually has the face to say that he is a good person.

abnormal!

Justen's side finished processing, and it was the necromancer's turn to take action. They sang in a low voice, drove the magic circle to start grabbing the laws contained in the flesh and blood of the werewolf's body.

The heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, brain, eyes, mouth, nose, tongue, muscles, bones, blood, marrow, muscles, and different laws are combined, giving werewolf various magical abilities.

Arcane runes emerged in the air. Each time one appeared, the werewolf's corresponding organ would be exhausted. When all the patterns were spliced ​​together, the strong mutant werewolf turned into a pool of rotten meat, and even the bones were soft and soft.

The chanting of the Necromancer is getting louder and louder, and some minor arcane runes begin to dissipate. For example, the werewolf's wisdom is very average and not needed. The werewolf's appearance is not beautiful and needs to be eliminated. The werewolf's transformation ability was originally good, but Zhou Qingfeng had no interest.

The most core is the werewolf's self-healing ability, which is also the most important enhancement target for ordinary constants. When the necromancer indicates that the runes have been extracted, it indicates that Zhou Qingfeng enters the magic circle and starts to be constant.
Chapter completed!