When I was supposed to be slaying the dragon, I accidentally started cultivating immortality

Imperial capital, Nibelungen.

"Alchemy... doll?" Old Tang's eyes widened after hearing what Lu Mingfei and Liu Xiu said.

Is there really an alchemical body created by a dragon that can allow living beings to store their lives?

He had asked Norton before if he could make a body for Xiaoyin similar to that of an ordinary person. Norton's answer was yes, but it would take time.

As the greatest alchemist in the Dragon Clan besides the Black King and the White King, the King of Bronze and Fire, it is not difficult to research such a body, but it will take time.

Unfortunately, Norton had never thought of making a simulated human body before, so the research in this area was actually blank.

After all, for a dragon king tyrant, what use is a simulated human body? The cost is high and fragile, and humans were enslaved by dragons all over the place.

Those snake-shaped warriors in the Bronze City take into account cost, combat power, production efficiency and recyclability. Isn't the price-performance ratio dozens of times better than simulated human bodies?

So Norton never thought of conducting research in this area. If he had to start almost from scratch, especially if there was no way to conduct experiments in the real world, even the Lord of Bronze and Fire would have needed at least thirty years to design such an exquisite alchemical creation. , although this time is not long for Long, but from the perspective of Old Tang as a human being, it is very long.

And to be honest, Norton is actually... not very good at the design part and the fine production part. These tasks are usually done by Constantine. Although he is not incompetent, he is indeed much worse than his brother in this aspect—— Of course, Norton would never tell Old Tang this, as it would undermine his majesty as a monarch.

It would take even the Lord of Bronze and Fire at least thirty years to design and produce such a simulated body. You can imagine how much effort the dark side monarchs have spent in these thousands of years to create the current Honoria.

And Honoria suffered so much inhuman torture during this period.

"..."

Honoria timidly hid behind Fenrir, watching the people outside who were still chatting happily looking at her.

The faces of the two good-looking elder brothers were gloomy. The elder brother holding the pot looked at her with a look that was both pity and longing. The elder sister who had always looked at her with a scary look didn't look so scary now.

Wow...she looks really beautiful after she stops showing such scary eyes!

Honoria hid behind Fenrir and peeked at Xia Mi with what she thought was an extremely hidden move, while envious that it would be great if she could be so beautiful.

In the distance, Versetti, who was lying on the ground in a bloody state, quietly opened his eyes and felt that his body had completely lost all intuition. In addition to being able to breathe, open his eyes and speak, it was as if he had turned into stone, and There is no sign of recovery at all.

Are you leaving me alive and talking just to interrogate me?

Fansidi immediately realized what Liu Xiu was thinking.

When no one was paying attention to him, he opened his mouth slightly and used all his remaining strength to spit out a complex and ancient short dragon syllable in an almost howling manner.

"Shut up!"

The first person to react was Liu Xiu, who had left some tricks on Fan Seti. Almost as soon as the syllable sounded, he restricted his ability to speak just like he restricted Fan Seti's limbs, but the syllable had already blurted out.

The second person to react was Lu Mingfei. An invisible barrier erupted from his body and spread outward, covering everyone.

However, this dragon cry is not used for attack. It will not cause any elemental changes, nor will it have any mental impact on the person who hears it. It has only one effect - to lift Honoria's memory seal.

and disrupting all the measures they had taken to keep Honoria's soul in check.

"ah--"

Almost at the same time as he heard Long Wen, Honoria fell to the ground holding her head.

"Honoria!"

Fenrir turned his head carefully and quickly, and brought his head close to Honoria, who was lying on the ground, curled up with her head in her arms and screaming.

"It hurts...my head...hurts so much..."

Bloodshot eyes appeared in Honoria's eyes, and the invisible spiritual power spread from her body. It was twisted, chaotic and deformed, and the few people who were enveloped felt strong discomfort.

As monks, Lu Mingfei and Liu Xiu immediately realized what happened after coming into contact with the twisted spiritual power emanating from Honoria.

A large number of soul fragments that were no less than hers were forcibly sewn into her soul!

Not a golden elixir or a yangshen, even a monk's soul has a lifespan limit, but it's just very long compared to an ordinary person's.

After coming into contact with the spiritual power emanating from Honoria, Lu Mingfei roughly estimated that her soul must have existed for more than a thousand years.

Even if his guess is correct, the soul of Honoria in the body of an alchemy doll in front of him should be Honoria, the princess of the Roman Empire fifteen hundred years ago!

In other words, she is probably indeed the real Honoria, the Honoria that Fenrir snatched from the Roman Empire!

It would be easier to understand if it were a dragon or a monk, but how could the soul of a mere mortal exist for such a long time without decay?

The answer is to constantly sew fragments of other souls into her soul, and to continuously forcibly extend the life of the soul in this twisted way. The price is that the soul will not only become deformed with each stitching, but also leave behind The pain of the soul that never subsides, every time it is sutured, there is another wound on the soul, and the pain deepens, and lasts until the soul is gone.

Of course, this kind of pain can be temporarily suppressed, but the price is that the soul will decay at a faster speed. In order to avoid decay, sutures must be performed at a higher frequency, and then higher-intensity analgesia will be performed. Infinitely A vicious cycle continued until all analgesic methods finally failed, and the soul, which was so deformed and twisted to the extreme, could no longer be sutured, and died in extreme pain.

The Book of Heaven records some examples of monks using similar means to force their valued mortal relatives and loved ones to stay, but instead brought endless pain to them. This is a warning that monks must not forcefully extend the lives of mortals who have expired.

Of course, Long didn't know the methods of the monks in the other world, but the principles were the same. Before Liu Xiu, the youthful version of the Yuanshen realm, could figure out what was going on, Lu Mingfei had already made a rough guess.

Anger erupted in his chest like a volcano. At this moment, Lu Mingfei was even angrier than Yao Shuang's father and daughter who saw them being killed by monsters. Their lives were taken away, and Honoria not only had to have her life taken away, but she also endured the pain. Thousands of years of inhuman torture!

The deformed soul is huge and fragile, exuding twisted mental power in extreme pain. Even monarchs like Old Tang, Xia Mi and Fenrir were affected and felt a little uncomfortable. If there were ordinary people here, they might immediately He will be brain-dead due to this out-of-control mental power.

After letting out a breath, Lu Mingfei walked over, squatted in front of Honoria who was holding her head and wailing, patted Fenrir's huge head, and comforted him with the worried and anxious eyes of a child: "Don't worry, pick up. She won’t be in pain when she comes down.”

While speaking, he stretched out his palm and hovered it above Honoria's head, and his consciousness slowly penetrated in, containing the scars all over her deformed soul, and trying his best to smooth out and suppress the souls that were forcibly sewn into her body. .

The pain originating from the depths of his soul gradually subsided, and the spiritual power emanating from Honoria also gradually calmed down.

These gradually calming mental powers no longer make people feel uncomfortable, but contain some kind of information.

Lu Mingfei tried to feel this kind of information, and he seemed to be pulled closer to a dream.

He was like a transparent shadow, standing in the corner of an ancient Roman-style palace, looking at several gorgeous nobles wearing ancient Roman palace-style robes. Using things like vases, they surrounded a short boy who was curled up on the ground with his head in his arms and beat him repeatedly.

"Don't hit me...don't hit me...don't hit me..."

The young man seemed a little stupid. When faced with the beatings, he would just curl up and repeat "Don't hit me." He neither fought back nor evaded, nor did he even say anything else.

Lu Mingfei frowned, instinctively feeling unhappy about the scene in front of him, but after all, it was just an illusion in Honoria's mind, and there was no point even if he tried to stop it.

He turned his head slightly and moved his gaze to the door of the palace, where a young girl appeared at some point.

The door opened and the sun shone in. The boy who was being beaten raised his head and looked over. From his perspective, the girl stood at the door against the light. Her hair and skirt were shimmering red, and her face was blurred in the sun. Really, all I can see is that her brows are as sharp as swords.

Carrying a thorny thorn in her hand, she strode towards the gathered crowd. Like a Valkyrie coming out of the light, she twirled the thorn like a sword and struck the noble boy who had been hit the hardest. He tore his clothes and left bloodstains on his body.

Amidst the wailing, the thorn stick in her hand waved again, and another wailing sounded.

The plain wrist was raised and lowered, and a wailing sound was heard. The thorn in her hand was swung faster and faster, cutting through the air and making a whimpering sound.

After Jing Tiao whipped every nobleman who surrounded the short boy, the girl took a step aside, raised Jing Tiao again, and raised her eyes and eyebrows at the door opened by the frightened and trembling noble boys with Jing Tiao. Majestic.

"roll!"

The noble boys dropped their belongings and ran away in panic.

The girl threw the thorn aside casually, her palms turning red from the force of the shock.

She lifted the dull and short boy up from the ground, plucked the leaves from his hair when he was beaten, and asked him, "How are you? Attila, are you seriously injured?"

The boy was very short, and when he stood in front of the girl, his head only reached the tip of her nose.

He shook his head: "I'm fine."