Chapter 44: Feng Yue and Ao Hei

  Looking at the skull-handed sword with a white bone short sword, Luo Wei didn't hesitate much and took out a dagger, hand up knife down... cut off a small piece of skin from his own palm.

  Although the cut was just a small piece of skin, it was enough to make Luo Wei grit his teeth and pucker his mouth. He now deeply regretted not peeling off all the skin on his palms before using the Gradual Death Corpse White Bone card.

  Fresh blood gushed out of Luo Wei's palm, and the twelve awakened skulls, due to the external bleeding of blood gas, became **. The ghostly flames that were originally relatively stable in their empty eye sockets flickered violently.

  Unlike zombies, the skull spirits that cannot devour the flesh and viscera of the living are particularly sensitive to blood gas, although no one knows how they feel.

  Luo Wei would never let the skulls act freely, so an invisible fan-shaped ripple started from Luo Wei and affected all the skulls.

  Undoubtedly, this is an Instant Darkness Law.

  Ten ordinary skulls were shocked all over, and Rovi's sudden dark law made them unable to resist. They clattered and tried to move away from Rovi, who was emitting a fearful aura. Only the skull with the sword in its hand just shook slightly and returned to normal. Although it didn't dare to get closer to Rovi again, it also didn't retreat.

  Then Luo Wei had the time to slowly recite the corpse-falling incantation, which was also effective on skulls.

  It was probably because Luo Wei had already become a shadow of his former self that the Corpse Puppet's training with the Skull Swordsmanship became successful in just one attempt.

  Now that the purpose has been achieved, those ordinary skulls no longer have any value in continuing to exist. Under the intimidation of the Dark Law, they were deprived of their lives one by one by the Soul Fire. The ten groups of Soul Fire were divided into five and fed to Tyrant and Skull Sword Hand respectively. The last group of Soul Fire was swallowed by Luo Wei himself.

  Although the notes of the necromancy apprentice clearly stated that the soul fire deprivation only worked on undead, Rove still wanted to try and see if he was an exception.

  Bold hypothesis and careful verification are the scientific experimental spirit.

  Trying is succeeding.

  Rovin was certain that he was in a state of being alive, but roughly because he was relying on the White Bone Card to gradually die and maintain his state of being alive, his true nature was still that of an undead spirit. Therefore, devouring and assimilating the soul fire of the undead succeeded.

  Although it took about half an hour for Luo Wei to assimilate the skull fire, this half-hour was indeed worthwhile, and when he stood up again, Luo Wei had already become refreshed.

  Then, Luo Wei was surprised to find that the small piece of palm skin he had just cut off with a painful effort had grown back.

  This is a good phenomenon. Luo Wei felt that he finally didn't have to worry about going to the lair of the Blood Blade Thieves' Guild with both hands wrapped in bandages.

  As he raised his eyes, Luo Wei found that the two corpses had also undergone some changes.

  A thin layer of white bone mask appeared on the face of the zombie, completely covering its originally exposed undead face.

  The newly compiled Skull Sword hand change is slightly smaller, only the white bone short sword held in his hand has lengthened a bit, and the sword grid of the white bone short sword has become larger. If it weren't for Luo Wei's deliberate attention to detail, it would be hard to notice this subtle change.

  "In other words, does Skull-type Soul Fire enhance the skeleton, while Zombie-type Soul Fire enhances the flesh?"

  Ruo Wei muttered to himself like this, although he still couldn't make a final decision.

  "Ah, I think I should give you a name too." Luo Wei's gaze lingered on the skull-headed sword hand standing stupidly in place. After some thought, he said with an inquiring tone: "How about Feng Yue?"

  The Skull Sword Hand can't answer this question, but Luo Wei can ask and answer himself.

  "No, no, Feng Yue is a very tough soft girl, how can you look like a real man when you're alive? So, I'll just call you...". Luo Wei stretched out his arm and compared it with the pale arm of the skull sword, then said very seriously: "Let's just call you Obama!"

  "So Obama, do you have any objections to this name?"

  Luo Wei asked again, but the pale-skinned skeleton swordsman remained silent.

  "Alright, since you have no objection, then this name is settled. " Luo Wei nodded very satisfactorily: "From now on, you are Obama, all the white male creatures that are whiter than me will be called Obama."

  A moment later, with the help of Ghoul Terant, Rovy reburied the previously excavated bones and arrived at the next charnel house where the bones were exposed in the wilderness, with Ghoul Terant as the vanguard and Skull Sword Hand Obama as the rear guard.

  It was probably due to his experience that Luo Wei completed the entire preparation work before summoning the undead within two hours this time, and the number of Corpse Refining Magic Arrays he had prepared in advance also increased from three to four.

  The last chaotic burial pit did not have the corpses of those two bronze riders, but this one may not be.

  And for the same reason, having made preparations beforehand, Luo Wei cut off his own palms with a knife before awakening the spirits, and the price was also heavy - unbearable pain was Luo Wei's expression at this moment.

  So soon, Luo Wei discovered that cutting the skin of his palms beforehand was a wrong decision. His first attempt at summoning the spirits failed due to the intense pain in his hands, and he had to wrap them with two pieces of gauze before using the Holy Night Badge to cast a disease dispelling spell on himself.

  In other words, negative emotions such as pain will interfere with the spellcaster's normal casting and cause their spells to fail?

  When using the Holy White Night emblem to dispel the plague for himself, Lovius also came up with this conclusion.

  The spell was finally successful again, but this time the number of skeletal soldiers that stood up with a rattling sound became fifteen.

  Unfortunately, among the skeletons that stood up this time, there were no special types of skeletons, so what happened next was simple - soul fire stripping, and dividing them to eat.

  Before swallowing the last skull fire, Luo Wei gritted his teeth and self-inflicted another wound, cutting off two large pieces of skin from his palms with a few swift strokes.

  It's okay, after absorbing the reserved skull soul fire, Luo Wei's blood-stained hands finally returned to normal.

  "Damn it! How did the undead warlocks of this world survive? The skin on my palms isn't some cabbage leaf that can be peeled off at will!"

  Although his hands no longer hurt, Luo Wei still uttered these words in a hoarse voice.

  No matter what other undead warlocks think after cutting their palm skin, at least Luo Wei's only thought at this moment is - if you cut your palm skin every now and then to make a corpse puppet and turn it into a spell material, normal people will become abnormal sooner or later.

  "It needs improvement! This wretched and inhumane necromancy must be improved!"

  Luoyi had made up his mind, of course, he still had a prerequisite for improving the Corpse Refining Technique hidden in his heart, that is, he must first become an undead overlord who can take care of himself and have a safe nest.