Give Me the Name of God

Manda took out the parchment and wrote down the process of the living corpse's cave exploration. This time, many problems were discovered during the cave exploration.

First of all, it can be confirmed that Manda did steal the lightning skill, and the wild dragon can no longer use the lightning skill. This proves that there is another force that caused Stanley to lose control of the living corpse.

But why is it just a living corpse? Why leave one for Stanley? Is it a casting error or a deliberate provocation? If it is a deliberate provocation, it is time to consider retreating. The opponent's strength should be far superior to them.

The reason why the wild dragon didn't catch up was most likely because it didn't have enough physical strength. It was injured, which would affect its hunting. No food means that the injury is difficult to recover and may even worsen. Manda has seen countless carnivorous dragons die due to injuries. This is a fatal cycle for him unless his owner wants to help him through it.

The core of the problem lies in the owner, which is also the main purpose of Manda coming here. If the strength and intentions of the owner cannot be found out, Manda must give up the manor. He will not be able to deal with a terrifying and unknown force for a long time. adjacent.

Manda decided to test the owner's control over the wild dragon first. Although dinosaurs are as intelligent as birds, they cannot be domesticated to a high degree like mammals. Moreover, the wild dragon was seriously injured. In this case, It’s hard to resist the temptation of food.

Pluto and Sangela teamed up to hunt a bison in the forest, and Stanley and Manda helped the poet lay a trap upwind of the cave. Manda cut the bison into several large pieces and placed them on the trap. He also deliberately sprinkled the cow's blood everywhere to let the alluring smell drift into the cave.

"Such good beef, such sweet blood, no one can resist such temptation." Manda, who was hiding in the dark, looked at the entrance of the cave intently.

Stanley said in surprise: "Why did you use the word sweet just now? Why is there drool on the corner of your mouth?"

"Nothing, just my lips are a little dry."

The appearance of the Barbarian King made Manda unleash his Jurassic instincts. When he was cutting the beef just now, he had always wanted to secretly leave a piece for himself, but he was afraid of causing other people's misunderstanding.

The smell of blood floating in the wind made Manda anxious. He could hardly resist the temptation. It was estimated that the dinosaur would never survive midnight.

Unfortunately he was wrong, there was no need to wait until midnight.

As soon as night fell, the dinosaur rushed out and plunged into the bright red beef.

Manda was a little surprised. At least when the living corpse broke in, the dinosaur still maintained appropriate restraint and waited until the living corpse entered the depths of the cave before taking action.

But then I thought about it, the taste of living corpses cannot be compared with beef. Seeing the dinosaurs gobbling up the food, Manda had the urge to go up and grab a piece.

The happy time was so short. The dinosaur had already entered the preset position. When the poet pulled the rope, a pit more than ten meters deep appeared on the ground. The dinosaur roared and fell into the pit. Not only did it break its hind legs, but it was also hit by a thick The stakes were fixed in the pit.

Adding wooden stakes in the pit is the basic skill of setting up traps. The wooden stakes should have been pointed, but considering that this kind of thing is ineffective against the wild dragon, the poet made an improvement and used round-headed wooden stakes to jam the wild dragon's body in the pit. into the gap between the wooden piles.

The wooden stakes are designed very delicately and are all stuck at the key points of the joints. This is due to Manda's understanding of wild dragons and the poet's exquisite craftsmanship.

The wild dragon roared crazily in the pit all night long, but the owner seemed to have no idea of ​​rescuing it. At dawn the next day, everyone began to discuss how to deal with the wild dragon.

Stanley first suggested: "Ordinary weapons are ineffective against this monster. I suggest that Lord Monchik personally go to the pit to kill this monster, and then I control its body before exploring the cave."

The poet thought for a moment and said: "This monster was no match for the king when it was not injured. Now that it has only one breath left, our king should be able to deal with it without any effort."

Manda made a heavy note in her heart. The New Year was coming soon, and the poet's year-end bonus would be deducted by at least half.

Pluto shook his head and said: "We can't let our king take risks. I have some medicinal powder, which may be able to kill this monster."

With this sentence, Pluto's year-end bonus was increased by 30%.

Sanjila seemed to see through Manda's thoughts and said quickly: "I won't let Wang take risks. We will wait here. This monster will starve to death in a few days."

Smart girl, you’ll get a raise too.

Manda cleared her throat and said: "If you don't want to be whipped, don't call me king anymore. Lord Viscount, you should be able to burn this monster to death easily with your hellfire."

Stanley looked embarrassed and said: "Actually, the last time I fought it, I wanted to use hellfire, but this would hurt your manor and soldiers. You also know that hellfire is too lethal."

"So this is a good choice. We just need to stay away."

"But, but in that case, there will be nothing left..." Stanley finally told the truth, he wanted this monster.

Stanley is a simple yet complex person. According to his own description, he has gone through many vicissitudes over the years, but he cannot hide the passion and frivolity surging in his heart. He always stays awake, but he is not willing to suppress the joy brought by his achievements. He is willing to work silently behind the scenes, and also longs for everyone's cheers and praise...

To sum up in Manda's words, he is the kind of person who can't wait to fill up all the good pens in the world.

Now there is a perfect opportunity to fill up the pen. Think about it, controlling living corpses is the talent of Pluto believers, but this talent cannot be shown off. Normal people will have some disgust towards corpses.

But now the situation is different. What he controls is no longer a human corpse, but a behemoth more than five meters high and more than ten meters long. He leads this behemoth behind him like a puppy. Needless to say, even Manda is You can imagine the sense of accomplishment after successfully installing the pen. Stanley would even ride on the wild dragon onto the battlefield, although in a sense, he was just riding himself.

Once the fire of hell burns, not even the bone residue will be left, and the blood stone may even be burned. This is obviously not the result Stanley wants.

Seeing Stanley's constipated expression, Manda came up with an idea for him.

"Use your fourth-level skills to pull out the soul of the monster, and won't the remaining body belong to you?"

Stanley also thought about it, but it was a bit risky. No one knew where the monster's soul came from. If his owner was parasitic in the monster's soul, then he would be in danger.

The struggle continued until the afternoon, and it turned out that Pluto's poison had no effect on the wild dragon, so Stanley had no choice but to use the fourth level skill.

Four living corpses surrounded the pit, each pointing at the wild dragon and extending a finger. Stanley stood in the distance and activated his skills, carefully paying attention to the changes in the monsters.

The skill was not activated smoothly. The monster's soul was very tenacious. From afternoon to dusk, Stanley almost exhausted all his mana and finally pulled out the monster's soul.

The soul of an ordinary person is only the size of an apple. According to Stanley's speculation, the soul of this monster must be at least the size of a wine barrel.

Surprisingly, the monster's soul was only as big as a grape. Stanley originally wanted to check the soul, but the soul disappeared into the air in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly a puff of black smoke came out of the pit. Stanley was startled and had a bad premonition. He rushed to the side of the pit. The body of the wild dragon in the pit began to dissolve on its own. He cast spells to try to control the body, but it had no effect. .

In just one meal, all the flesh and blood disappeared, leaving only a skeleton in the pit. There was no luster on the bones, and it looked as lifeless as stone.

Stanley let the living corpse jump into the pit and found the blood stone from under the skeleton. As he had guessed, this was a third-level divine blood stone, and it was intact.

"It seems like this is the only gain from this trip." Stanley sighed.

Manda shook his head and said: "I guess the harvest will be greater in the cave."

"To be honest, I don't want to continue taking risks." Stanley's face was ugly, and he seemed to be still immersed in the loss of his shattered dream.

"That's not very kind. I got your things, but I'm still empty-handed..." Manda was startled. He noticed that Stanley's face was getting worse and worse, and his breathing rhythm became very weird, "What's wrong with you? Can you hear it?" Can I speak? Lord Viscount, can you hear me..."