Inside the private room.

Blood spreads the ground, the female corpse is lying in the middle, and there is a five-pointed star magic array on her body, and there is a symbol full of mysterious aura in each of the five corners.

No matter how you look at it, how can you smell evil?

‘If I fail, I will add the title of cultist in addition to murder…’

Surum, with a face, vented a spell in ancient Hebrew:

"I pray for the favor of darkness..."

"I guide the power of the moon..."

"That spirit wandering in the darkness... In the name of me, Sulu Portley, the caster, will summon you back! Resurrection!!!"

Ancient Hebrew is a common word for the extraordinary world, with a strange tone.

Coupled with the low and hoarse spell, it rippled around, creating a terrifying atmosphere.

The candle on the table suddenly darkened, and Beculi's body seemed to move, but nothing seemed to happen.

"Failed!"

Sulu had a split headache and a serious face.

He is not even a superb, and his skill level is very low, so failure is normal.

Dongdong!

What's worse is that footsteps have already been heard in the corridor outside.

‘If I were the mastermind behind the scenes, I would definitely have someone come over to catch the adulterer in the bed… Well, although that’s not the case, the truth is the same, and there is not much time left.’

Sulu endured his nausea and headache and recited the mantra again.

Since he has done it, he has to do it to the end. There is a kind of stubbornness in his character.

And, with his continuous proficiency, at least he has become very smooth and he no longer stutters.

After finding the feeling, the notes I spit out became more and more ethereal, like hymns from the underworld.

"Sir? Do you need help?"

The abnormality in the room finally attracted attention, and the waiter shouted outside the door.

Sulu's head became heavier and heavier, until the last sentence.

‘Not good… I’m afraid I’ll fail!’

A premonition immediately came to his heart.

The more the sound outside, the more it became a slap, and it almost hit the door.

"…In the name of me, the caster Sulu Portley......... order you to revive!"

Sulu was dizzy and spit out the last spell.

I don't know what's going on, but when he mumbled in the last sentence, he made a low voice, and seemed to be mixed with another voice.

As soon as this sound was added, the five-pointed star array on the ground immediately flashed with scarlet light.

"Success!"

Sulu shuddered and felt his head suddenly become energetic: "What's going on? I feel like I'm about to fail? The last voice seemed to be mixed with..."

His face changed instantly.

Because at the end of the ceremony, he seemed to hear another whisper of existence: "In the name of the moon!"

Buzz!

But everything is irreversible.

On Beculi's corpse, the five-pointed magic array flashed with blood-red light, and suddenly shone brightly.

Sulu groaned and almost collapsed to the ground: "Damn it!"

At this moment, he understood another truth, and he was indeed not an extraordinary person!

Even though the spell cast successfully, there is no corresponding "mana slot", so this magic draws his vitality!

On the attribute bar, the physical fitness column fell to 0.6 in an instant!

For Sulu, it seemed like a lot of blood and bones were taken away in an instant, and his face turned pale and he was sagging on the sofa.

Buzz!

He barely opened his eyes and found that the pool of blood on the ground seemed to have his own life at this time, squirming and flowing back into Betres' chest.

When the blood flows back, the wound heals automatically, as if there has never been a knife.

At the end of the ceremony, the five-pointed star magic array on Beculi's body also shrank rapidly, and came to his forehead, as if a certain mark had been formed.

The light flashed, and the mark disappeared immediately and merged into the skin.

Sulu felt that his spirit was connected to another existence, like a rope, leading a small puppy opposite him.

"Success!"

He struggled and issued an order: "Stand up!"

Beatrice's body moved, climbed up from the ground, expressionless, his eyes turned, and stared at him.

‘This is a bit cunning!’

Sulu barely cleaned up and opened the door of the room that was being hit, with an impatient look on his face: "What's wrong?"

"Well……"

Outside the door, the waiter who was originally anxious almost fell down and ate the dog and glanced at him quickly.

Well, one man and one woman are in disheveled clothes and the man’s face is pale. How much physical strength is consumed?

He was a little embarrassed, but he still coughed and asked, "Sir, ma'am, do you need anything?"

"unnecessary!"

As soon as Su Lu had the idea of ​​opening his mouth, a female voice came from behind, it was Beatrice, or the corpse girl!

"Sorry! I'm upset!"

The waiter smiled awkwardly and hurriedly closed the door.

Sulu turned around and felt as if he had seen a ghost: "Shit! Do you still talk?"

The Corpse Girl is the lowest-level servant. Simply put, she is manipulating the corpse, like a doll in a circus, and it is impossible to speak.

Perhaps those dark witchcraft masters can do this, but definitely not Sulu!

‘All extraordinary rituals are very dangerous because you don’t know where its final result will lead to…especially dark, especially those that are biased towards darkness, may lead to extremely terrible results…’

A piece of demon hunting knowledge emerged, which made Sulu shudder.

He looked at Betrevet. For some reason, he felt that Betrevet's skin after becoming a corpse girl was paler and crystal clear, with an iceberg beauty temperament.

"Stand up, sit down, stretch out your hand, raise your legs...speak...huh? Why don't you say it?"

He tried again and found that the corpse girl he made had definitely had some kind of mutation. It was not a simple puppet to pull a thread, but could perform semi-intelligent operations according to his own instructions.

‘It seems... I have created something strange! If a ritual mutation occurs, the possibility of bad results is almost 99%!’

"never mind!"

Sulu checked the box and found that the blood flow back before was really helpful. Except for a little messy, there was no drop of blood left. Even the blood from his own and Beatrice's clothes flowed back into the corpse.

He immediately put on his coat and ordered Beatres to follow him and leave the private room one by one.

‘First go to a crowded place and then leave here, the farther the better!’

Sulu separated from Beatres like a couple, but secretly gave orders.

The potential meaning of this instruction is to make a proof of absence for me and die far away.

If it is an ordinary corpse girl, she will be "powered off" and fall to the ground after a certain distance from the caster, but this one is obviously different.

Due to the uncontrollability of the mutant corpse girl, Sulu had no idea of ​​research at all, and just wanted to get away from trouble, as far as possible.

‘Sorry, Beatrese, may your soul rest in peace!’

Looking at the other person's back, Sulu breathed a sigh of relief, tightened her clothes, and prepared to find a place with many people to calm down, and at the same time, she gave herself a proof of absence.

‘This matter… won’t end like this…’
Chapter completed!