After consuming a lot of witchcraft and spiritual power, Yang Ling finally tamed the monster named Imote and gained his memory.

It turns out that in ancient times, there was a large empire called Thebes on the mainland, and power was concentrated in the pharaohs of the past dynasties. The territory was vast, the population was large, and the country was very powerful.

The ancient Thebans used antiseptic spices to bury corpses. After years of drying up, they would form dry mummies. They firmly believed that after death, the soul would not die and would still be attached to the corpse or statue. Therefore, Pharaohs and others

High-ranking people will be mummified after death, and future generations firmly believe that they will be resurrected in the distant future.

After each generation of pharaohs dies and is mummified, they are buried in underground tombs in the Amazon forest. In order to protect the tombs and protect the deceased from tomb robbers or war, each generation of pharaohs with amazing strength will strengthen the protection of the tombs and lay down

Countless magic traps.

Whenever they notice that someone is building a city outside the Amazon forest and feel a threat, the guards of the underground mausoleum will wake up and launch a ruthless attack on the enemy. After the task is completed and the threat is eliminated, they will return to the underground mausoleum to sleep. Otherwise, there will be

More guards woke up and launched a large-scale attack.

Imote was an evil mage in the Thebes Empire in history. Because of his powerful strength, he became a guard beside the Pharaoh. After meeting the Pharaoh's beautiful wife Ansu-Namu many times, the two became more and more familiar.

I have been in love for a long time and fell hopelessly in love.

Once, when they were hugging each other tightly in a remote corner of the palace, they were discovered by the Pharaoh who happened to be passing by. Shocked, the two quickly fled, trying to leave the palace and the powerful Thebes Empire. Unfortunately,

, before the two of them could escape far, they were heavily surrounded by the Pharaoh's army.

As a result, the beautiful Ansu Namu was strangled to death by the guards; Imote was cursed by the anger of the Pharaoh, and his soul was transferred to a group of scorpions, becoming an undead guard in the underground tomb. As long as his soul is immortal, he will

It will be controlled by the underground tomb and will never be resurrected.

"Hey, the so-called control of the underground tomb is actually just adding a soul mark in the mind!" After summoning Imote and confirming that he only had his own soul mark in his mind and was only controlled by himself, Yang Ling smiled lightly.

Although wizards have branches such as witchcraft, poison witches, and shadow witches, real wizards pursue absolute control of the soul and the most original power between heaven and earth.

Although he is still far from mastering high-level soul witchcraft, after successfully domesticating Imote, Yang Ling has successfully replaced the underground mausoleum and gained control over him. But unlike the heavily restricted underground mausoleum, he has been given independence

ideas and great freedom!

"Thank you, sir!" After meditating for a moment, he felt the difference in his body and understood that he would be freed from the control of the underground mausoleum. Imote was overjoyed and kneeled respectfully in front of Yang Ling as he spoke.

Gugu...

Seeing the scorpion crawling around on Imote's body, and realizing that there was such a monster next to him, the Thousand-faced Magic Sable lying on Yang Ling's shoulder snorted dissatisfiedly, and then turned his head to the side in disgust.

Even the Black Dragon King, who was fearless, felt uncomfortable all over after staring at Immet for a few more times.

The scorpions crawling around, the eye sockets that keep squirming, the nose and ears that bend and deform from time to time... It's really a challenge to one's patience!

"Emet, put on this mask, put on this robe! Don't let your scorpion crawl out when nothing happens!" After taking out the human skin mask refined by the Corpse Witch King, Yang Ling took out the space ring again

He took out a large robe.

If Immet returns to Gaborli like this, I believe that none of the merchants and townspeople will be left alive!

"Yes, Imote understands!"

Looking at the frowning Yang Ling, Imote smiled awkwardly and quickly put on the human skin mask and robe. If he added a magic wand, it would look pretty good. As long as he didn't get closer and take a closer look, all of a sudden

I can't see any obvious flaws.

With thousands of incarnations, the soul fire is immortal and the soul is immortal!

Looking at the decent Immet and thinking about the scorpions crawling under his clothes, Yang Ling suddenly remembered the witchcraft for refining the puppet recorded on the obelisk.

According to the obelisk's explanation, the puppet witchcraft can seize control of other creatures and form a ball of soul fire in their minds. Even if the main body is destroyed, they can still rely on the puppet to survive and have the same memory. Cultivate to a high level

At the highest level, it can even be transformed into tens of millions of people. As long as all the puppets are not destroyed at the same time, they can be resurrected unlimited times, which is extremely powerful.

"Emote, I have some spells here. You should take the time to ponder them carefully. They will definitely be of great benefit to you!" After pondering for a moment, Yang Ling created a spiritual secret and poured the memories related to the puppet witchcraft directly into Imote.

mind.

During this period of time, he has been considering the issue of teaching witchcraft to quickly increase the strength of the Warcraft Leader. Looking for a large number of suitable successors outside is not only time-consuming and labor-intensive, but also easily arouses suspicion and misunderstanding among interested people. It is better to teach it to his close associates first.

and domesticated high-level monsters.

The Black Dragon King has the potential to become a witch warrior, Alice is a poison witch who does her job, the purple rat Bingbing may be able to change his career to a killer shadow witch, and the powerful soul Imote is definitely a qualified witch guard...

..

He was looking forward to how terrifying the Scorpion King Imote, who was made of scorpions, would turn into after practicing puppet witchcraft!

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!"

After meditating for a moment and understanding how valuable the magic taught by Yang Ling was, Imote once again knelt down respectfully in front of Yang Ling, and did not stand up moved until Yang Ling ordered him. As a man who has lost his true body, he can only place his soul on scorpions.

Monster in the world, he knows better than anyone else how powerful and precious the Puppet Witch Jue is!

"Hey, young man, follow me well and I will ensure that you eat well and drink hot food every day. If nothing happens, you can still do that..." The Corpse Witch King said as he patted Imote on the shoulder with a lewd smile on his face, "It's done well.

Now, maybe you can ask the adults for mercy and resurrect your poor little beauty!"

In the eyes of others, Imote is simply a demon who gives nightmares just by looking at him, but in his eyes, he is a good brother! One deals with scorpions all day long, and the other deals with zombies, skeletons and other undead all year round. The eldest brother

Don’t laugh at the second brother.

young people?

Looking at the lustful Corpse Witch King, and then at Imote on the side, the Black Dragon King shook his head and smiled bitterly. Imote, who has been sleeping in the underground tomb for tens of thousands of years, is just a young man, so who do you think he is?

"What, you said, can Ansu Namu be resurrected?"

In ecstasy, Imote stared at the Corpse Witch King. Perhaps he was too excited, and a layer of scorpions fell. He immediately lost weight again, causing Yang Ling to sweat violently.

If one day everyone gathers around to eat barbecue, and this guy suddenly drops a layer of scorpions with teeth and claws, and squeaking strangely, then not only will the appetite be lost, but he will probably even vomit out the last night's meal!

"I don't have the ability to resurrect your little beauty, you can find an adult yourself!" Looking at the scorpions crawling around on the ground, the Corpse Witch King couldn't stand Imote's excitement, so he quickly ducked aside like a rabbit as he spoke.

.

The Black Dragon King spread his wings and soared into the sky, euphemistically saying that he was coming up to get some air; the Purple Rat Bingbing coughed a few times like he had asthma, spewed out a few clouds of cold air and then flew away in the name of urinary escape; only the Thousand-Faced Magic Marten clung to Yang Ling's clothes.

, closed his eyes tightly and secretly cursed this disgusting guy Imote!

If it had the ability of a pharaoh, I'm afraid Immet would have died a thousand times!

"This..., when the time comes, I will consider it!" Looking at Imote, who was filled with tears in ecstasy, Yang Ling forced a smile, "The puppet witchcraft is very important. During this period, you

Just stay in the witch tower space and meditate. By the way, watch your scorpion and don’t run around if nothing happens!”

After Yang Ling finished speaking, without waiting for Imote to thank him, he waved his hand and took him into the witch tower space. He secretly wondered if he should find a human corpse as a carrier for him. With the power and mystery of witchcraft, seizing a body or reviving a soul is nothing.

Difficult matter!

After the ban was lifted, Yang Ling ordered the Corpse Witch King to go back and report the news. Then, under the protection of the Black Dragon King, the Purple Rat Bingbing and the Thousand-faced Magical Martial Beast, he sat cross-legged in a small valley and took the time to recover the witchcraft that had been spent on taming Imote.

strength and mental strength.

According to Imote's memory, he is just an ordinary peripheral guard in the underground mausoleum. There are many treasures in the mausoleum, but there are also many powerful guards and terrifying magic traps. With his current strength, he can force his way in and follow

It makes no difference to die.

He even suspected that the second elder of the so-called god-level powerhouse of Margaret tribe accidentally entered the mysterious underground tomb while meditating in the Amazon forest and lost all news. Otherwise, if he was still alive, he would not be able to tell anyone about it.

The survival of the tribe does not matter.

The guards of the underground mausoleum are very powerful. If they rush out and kill them all, Yang Ling estimates that he can only lead everyone to flee. However, according to Imote's memory, it takes at least half a year for the guards of the underground mausoleum to wake up.

That is to say, after this crisis is resolved, it will take at least half a year before the underground tomb will send out new guards.

Half a year is not a long time, but at least it gives Yang Ling enough time to make preparations in all aspects!

During this period of time, as his witchcraft and spiritual power have further deepened, he feels that the day when he will advance to a high-level witch is getting closer and closer.

If he can advance to a high-level witch before the guards of the underground tomb wake up, master the witch seals from all directions, and become proficient in using and refining powerful witch weapons, then he will have greater confidence in winning another victory! He may even lead an army to attack
Chapter completed!