Angele opened the metal tube and the dark-red ball flew into his hand.
It took Angele about two minutes to drain all the blood from the dead body.
Angele's brow furrowed. He closed the mouth of the dead body and tapped on the iron needle on its temple. The iron needle was pulled out of the dead body and dropped to the floor.
"Master Angele, they're going to run away if you don't do anything," Tymoral yelled with a smile on his face.
The steam was separated into countless needles by the metal tube. The needles left the room through the gap of the door. White steam mixed with the smell of blood was released out of the cabin.
Several seconds later, he took out a ball that was covered in blood and a long umbilical cord was attached to it.
A cluster of metal needles as fine as raindrops instantly covered the sky.
The wizard apprentices standing by the entrance of the cabin looked at the scene in awe. It seemed like they were all shocked by the strange phenomenon. Velvet stood among them with a complicated expression on her face.
Angele pressed on the dead bodies of the harpies and started inspecting them.
These fallen harpies were all shriveled up, but they were also emitting waves of light blue water vapor. Their originally plump bodies quickly became shriveled and old as the water vapor evaporated.
Angele's brow furrowed. With a flick of his finger, a small ball of bright flame appeared on his right cheek. The gentle yellow glow illuminated all the shadows on the corpses.
A large number of harpies were circling above the airship. Some of them even landed on the mast and were making strange noises.
In the sky, some of the harpies that were circling and preparing to attack suddenly dropped to the ground like dumplings. * BANG * Some of the harpies dropped into the water and some landed on the deck.
The Harpies in the sky began to fall down in large numbers. Only one or two of them were left, shrieking miserably as they frantically flew away in a slanted and swaying manner.
'Create a task and analyze the impurities,' Angele ordered.
A small half of the Harpies in the sky were directly killed, and the remaining dozens of Harpies all let out strange cries of alarm. One of the Banshees took the lead and flew back in the direction they came from. The others also looked like they wanted to escape. They flapped their wings violently, and a large number of gray and black feathers fell down.
A strong man threw a javelin with all his might, and it struck a harpy's body. The harpy immediately drew a parabola in the air and crashed into the water.
Next, he boiled the blood and evaporated the water inside. Angele added some blood activating potions to all the corpses he brought into the room. The potion could prevent the blood from coagulating for a while.
Ow!
"Hey!!"
Tymoral raised his head and spread his arms wide, as if he wanted to hug the sky. His mouth was rapidly chanting strange broken sentences and syllables.
Angele rubbed the woman's breasts and noticed that there was some milk coming out of her body. He quickly took out a test tube and took some samples.
Angele stood by the side and opened the metal cap of the ball-shaped container from time to time. He poured some green or black potions into the container.
There was a tuft of white fur on its neck, which was very soft.
In the brownish-gray cabin, a pile of Harpy corpses was quietly piled up in the corner, their blood flowing all over the floor. The smell in the room was disgusting.
Her abdomen was slightly bulging, it almost looked like there was a ball inside.
The Banshee's corpse lay quietly on the table, its wings spread out, almost reaching the bottom of the table.
Ten minutes later.
"The Future! The Future! "
The flame floated in the air and stopped moving.
There was still some rotten flesh between his teeth, and the stench spread to the air.
* CHI *
In the blink of an eye, countless light blue specks of light flickered in his eyes, densely packed and overflowing with color.
'This is the power of a mortal.' Angele sighed as he looked at the Harpy's body that was still moving on the deck.
For a moment, black feathers accompanied the sound of flapping wings, mixed with the angry roars of the sailors. The banshee and the sailors were in a mess, and the scene was chaotic.
All the blood in the container, whether it was still bubbling or splashing on the glass wall, gathered in the center of the container and formed a walnut-sized ball.
It was a crimson Harpy the size of a fist. Its body was curled up, and its body was purple. It seemed like it was dying.
He looked at the Harpy in the sky, stepped forward, and slashed with his sword.
* SHUA *
There was a fingernail-sized red mole under the armpit of the Harpy's wings.
It was no longer blood, but a hard blood cell.
Most of the Harpies fell into the sea, and about ten of them landed on the deck.
He picked up a metal beaker and walked to the Harpy's body. He used the scalpel to cut open the artery on the Harpy's neck. Fresh blood spurted out of the wound and into the metal beaker.
Angele stood in the center of the room. There was a long gray table in front of him, and the Harpy's body was on it.
The blade of the crossguard sword disappeared, leaving only the handle in his hand.
He wrote a strange rune on the surface of the glass container. With the movement of his fingertips, a dark red fluorescent trace slowly appeared.
Angele looked at Tymoral with a smile on his face. Tymoral shrugged and looked at him helplessly.
* PA PA * The noise was getting louder and louder. It seemed like the Harpies were enraged. They threw the stones at the ship, flapped their wings, and attacked the crew members with their sharp claws.
'They don't have a respiratory system?' Angele was surprised.
'Liver, spleen, heart, stomach, intestines … but no lungs?' Angele muttered.
The torches on the cabin walls not far away made the room a little dim.
* CHI * Angele cut open the Harpy's abdomen with the knife. The Harpy's abdomen was exposed.
The crew members remained silent for a while. After a while, they suddenly burst into loud cheers.
'I have a good understanding of the body structure. Next, I need to extract the bloodline. ' He walked to the other corner of the room, where there were all kinds of experimental metal utensils and a huge spherical glass bottle. The bottle was connected to a long black metal pipe.
'Analysis completed. Feedback on the ingredient list. '
Angele nodded, satisfied. He raised his hand and turned the Harpy's head over.
The sailors who were still engaged in a fierce battle were instantly frightened. They moved to the other side of the ship without a trace, wanting to get further away from the banshees. They were afraid that they would suffer the same fate as the banshees, and they looked at Tymoral with awe.
The dark red blood, which was even a little black, was boiling, and bubbles of different sizes were emerging from it. The blood splashed on the edge of the glass container, turning it dark red.
The Harpy's yellow claws left deep marks on the Black Iron Arm Shield. Feathers and blood splashed everywhere as the metal weapons hit the Harpy's feather-covered body.
The glass container used for boiling was the size of a human head, and it was already filled to the brim with blood.
Angele was still standing there, watching the battle quietly. However, Tymoral had already started the fight.
'That's the best I can do,' Angele muttered, looking at the crystal ball in his hand.
'Long live the Black Robe!'
Several minutes later, some of the organs were taken out.
Angele put his hands into the container and started cutting. The organs were taken out one by one.
The skin on the Harpy's face was hard, and it seemed like it was covered with a thick layer of skin. The Harpy's face was similar to that of a female human. Angele opened his mouth, revealing his white teeth.
Another hour or so passed.
Several seconds later, the container was clean. There was only a walnut-sized blood ball floating in the middle of the container.
Angele responded with a smile on his face and slowly drew the crossguard sword from his robe.
Angele had to change the cups several times before he finished all the dishes.
He put out the flame slowly when there was only half of the blood left in the container.
* BAM *
Very quickly, as the chanting sped up, Tymoral's body actually started to emit a faint blue vapor, like a burning flame.
Angele stopped for a second and started removing the organs from the Harpy's body.
The water vapor was suffused with a blue fluorescence, constantly evaporating and illuminating the deck around him in a light blue color.
They started cheering loudly. They were shouting the name of the wizard and the name of the ship.
Angele cut open the meat ball with the scalpel and revealed a small object inside.
The corpse was full of flesh and blood, and its entire body was intact. Only the temple of the head had a long, thin metal needle pierced into it. The needle was black and only a small amount of blood could be seen on the skin.
"Praise Master Angele! Praise Master Tymoral! "
* PA * A harpy landed on the ground not far from Angele. Angele watched the Harpy's skin and muscles lose their moisture within seconds. The Harpy turned from a young Harpy to an old man, and eventually turned into a dried corpse.
Angele nodded slightly and put the meat ball on the side. He lowered his hands and checked the Harpy's eyes. Both of them had brown pupils, and the pupils were vertical.
Angele thought for a while and created a silver scalpel in his right hand.
Two hours later, Angele had drained all the blood from the Harpy's corpses.
Angele clapped his hands and a ball of bright yellow flame appeared under the glass container. It started heating up.
"Corionante, Blood Hymn." Angele chanted the incantation.
Several seconds later, the runes on the surface of the container started glowing.
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