Chapter 280: Forbidden Area (6K First Update)

Smiling ...

In the tree house, the light sound of flesh and blood as it grew overwhelmed everything.

Gu.

Herbert looked at everything in front of him quietly, swallowing slowly, and taking a deep breath.

suck--

But when he inhaled, he forgot about the various smells mixed in the room, the smell of sulfur, rotten smell, and the irritating smell...

Although Herbert had not stated it explicitly before, he had always resisted these things and had been purified by the holy power before he was carefully sucked in.

But at this moment, Herbert, who was absent from the mind, didn't care about these things. He didn't care about any breath, and he unconsciously sucked into his lungs.

"…Ahem!”

Although she couldn't stop the cough and almost coughed up tears due to physical discomfort, Herbert's eyes never moved away.

He saw a miracle.

He is witnessing a miracle.

Since Sfanney took out the bone, every second of the picture in front of her was extremely amazing.

At first, a layer of flesh and blood slowly grew on the white bone.

The flesh and blood were squirming with a strange rhythm as if there was life.

Then, scarlet blood vessels like mycelium began to grow from the flesh on the surface of the bones.

One by one, one by one... thousands of blood vessels gradually form a complex network.

再然后，又是一层层血肉逐渐覆盖在血管，并向着骨骼之外的地方蔓延。

很快，触手一样伸展的蠕动血肉便超过了骨骼之外。

于是，那些血肉开始了分化——由猩红的血肉，逐渐分化成各类不同的组织。

At first, it was the bones formed by flesh and blood.

Blood-colored bones grow rapidly and splice together, gradually outlining a slender and petite female skeleton.

Behind the bones are all kinds of organs, skin, hairs needed for life... Each part is composed of flesh and blood.

From one to ten thousand.

Or... cloned?

Herbert suddenly thought of the knowledge "the omnipotence of cells" that he learned in his previous life.

即——“已经分化的细胞，仍然具有发育成完整生物体的潜能。在多细胞生物中，每个体细胞的细胞核都含有个体发育的全部基因，只要条件许可，都可发育成完整的个体。 ”

However, generally speaking, the level of cell pluripotency is related to the degree of cell differentiation.

The higher the degree of differentiation, the lower the cell's pluripotency, the more difficult it is to express pluripotently, and the smaller the possibility of successful cloning.

And how did this completely inactivated bone do all this?

Moreover, even if this problem is solved, even scientists in their previous life cannot control the flesh and blood, allowing them to move, grow, and differentiate according to their own consciousness...

So, is this only magic?

There is a saying that goes - if you don’t learn mathematics, physics and chemistry, life is full of magic.

But now, there is really a field that cannot be explained by Herbert.

"…Haha, really, I almost got into a dead end again."

After a moment of trance, Herbert came to his senses and shook his head helplessly.

He realized that thinking with the thinking of the previous life in the extraordinary world is really a self-inflicted trouble.

I hope to care about these details, and I can first explain the existence of the gods with science before thinking about other things!

Those things are really incomprehensible.

Those ghost stuff...

【"Um?"】

As if I noticed something, the keen sensed Miss God asked a sudden question:

["Is it my illusion? Why do I feel like you are looking down on me?"]

"illusion."

In response to this, the annoying boy who had no respect for the gods was quite calm and perfunctory.

"It's all your illusion, don't think too much."

In this way, under Herbert's shocked and surprised gaze, in just a few minutes, the initial bone gradually grew a complete female dark elf.

The slightly dim skin covered the layers of flesh and blood below.

"……call."

After witnessing all this with his own eyes, Herbert shook his head and exhaled a long sigh.

He thought that after he had accepted the "indoctrination of flesh and blood knowledge", he had reached the level of a master.

But now, he found himself wrong.

My little triangular cat skills are enough for daily life.

However, in front of the master who really plays with flesh and blood, the knowledge he gains through indoctrination is not worth mentioning at all.

He felt like a recruit at this moment.

That feeling was like a poor student who was lucky enough to get into college by plagiarism and saw a real academic master for the first time.

Sad to be inferior to yourself.

No, this is the difference between a top student and a poor student. This... is incomparable.

because……

Herbert smacked his lips and asked in his heart: "I said...Sfanney's operation should have already involved the realm of gods, right?"

Nenasha did not answer positively, but sighed with emotion: ["You are really a group of unexpected little guys in your prison!"]

Even the gods admired this blasphemy power.

The magic that regenerates flesh and blood? The magical technique to repair the body?

This is not surprising ability.

The [Life Hidden Technique] that relies on one's own special flesh and blood to recreate the complete body after the body is destroyed, or the [Perfect Regeneration Divine Technique] that completely restores the injured person's body through divine art.

Although these technologies consume huge resources, they have long been recognized and known by the world.

And if what Sfanny did was just to reduce their costs, then this matter would be mediocre and could only be a small breakthrough in magic technology.

But the problem is that what Sfanny did was far more than that.

Herbert did not feel the fluctuations of divine arts, nor did he feel the fluctuations of magic.

She did not use "her own" flesh and blood to recreate a body, but used a "other" bone to regenerate a complete individual.

What is the concept?

This is just like the ancient legend in the previous life that God created Eve with a bone of Adam.

Miracle?

No, this is already a miracle.

In the scriptures of countless churches, most of them record the stories of gods creating their own species.

In this world, only gods have the ability to create their own species, unique creations.

Only they can master the power between life and death.

There are death gods in this world.

But in this world, the power of the God of Death is very strong, but He does not value his power - or He is very Buddhist.

Although [God of Death] is a powerful ancient god with high-level divine power since birth, He is not obsessed with death.

He has long been indifferent to the belonging of souls.

"Everything will eventually return to the end."

"Everything is like this, and so are the gods."

"When the end comes, everything will return to one."

He firmly believes that this world will usher in destruction, just as it will usher in birth in the beginning.

The God of Death is a very negative pessimist.

He believes that since there will definitely be an end day, then everything that happened before that is meaningless.

"So, before the end comes, please struggle at will."

Long before the birth of the gods of faith, He had already dispersed the power that belonged to the God of Death, allowing the gods to divide and fight for it...

Although the normal operation of the underworld is still in control, there are no sleepless souls and pieces of flesh wandering around the world.

But other than that, He is quite casual.

Just don't bother me, you can die if you want, just don't bother me.

The result is that many races have their own gods of death.

For example, the [Tree of Thorns and Death] of the Elf God System, the [God of Hearth and Death] of the Dwarf God System, the [God of War and Death] of the Human God System...

Their strengths vary, but they all seize part of the power of the God of Death.

And it's not just the races of the God of Death, but other gods as well.

Before the God of Death delegated power, the transformation of legendary heroes was far from easy, and it was not so easy to just send a hero to the Kingdom of God.

At that time, the angels of God were needed to snatch people from the messengers of the God of Death!

You know, in that case, the God of Death might not give face.

In addition, even if the God of Death is in this situation of waiting to die, he has not delegated the authority of [Resurrection Spell], and it still requires a huge price.

The price is so high that even gods cannot afford it easily - only their favorite heroes and followers can be resurrected by their own hands.

Resurrection is always the biggest problem in this world.

And now, everything in front of us has obviously involved the realm of the gods in this world.

It is not resurrection, but it is like resurrection!

A mortal, or even just a legendary dark elf, has analyzed the power of the bottom level of the gods?

Laymen will find it difficult after hearing it, like a fairy tale.

But experts will not find it simple after hearing it, and will even be more shocked than laymen.

Laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the doorway.

The more it touches on their own expertise, the more shocked people will be.

"..."

Herbert narrowed his eyes slightly, and made a decision in his heart.

This matter must not be known to the outside world.

Once such a thing is spread, it will inevitably cause an uproar, and all races and forces will be moved by it.

After all, this may mean a new power that can change the whole world.

And since she has already set foot in the realm of gods without authorization, from the perspective of gods, this is undoubtedly a blasphemy.

And what consequences will blasphemy against gods lead to?

Holy war.

The churches of gods will launch holy wars to maintain the authority of gods!

Just like they have done time and time again in the past.

Fight for gods.

As for whether it is right to do so, it doesn't matter.

For believers, gods are above everything.

They heard the oracle and they completed the task.

Eliminate the person who created knowledge, completely block this blasphemous knowledge, and spread various stories to completely erase the history of its existence.

Although Herbert is confident in the strength of the archbishop and feels that Super Lao Deng has little chance of losing in his own base camp, he doesn't want to attract any messy holy wars.

It's better to do less than more.

What's more, Herbert was really worried about attracting more than just the Church of God...

If some idle gods were really attracted, the situation would not be interesting.

The long silver hair fell to the heels, fluttering like a spider web in the windless environment, blocking several secrets in front of him - but Herbert felt that this was really unnecessary.

What else is there to block?

I have witnessed everything here with my own eyes. Now that things have come to this, what is there to stop?

It feels like a person has been dead for more than half a year, and then they know to take rescue measures.

Now that things have come to this, there is really no need!

The face of this new dark elf is delicate and slightly mysterious. She closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the final awakening.

Although this body has a heartbeat and can breathe normally, she is just an empty shell and lacks the most important thing for a life.

Soul.

She still lacks the most critical soul.

With a soul, she is truly "resurrected".

Without a soul... then she is just a pile of breathing meat.

After Herbert carefully looked at it for a while, he suddenly let out a light sigh as if he had realized something.

"Huh?"

His eyes swept across the face of the empty shell, and finally fell on the chest, comparing it with the shape in his memory.

Oh!

After seeing the semicircular shape, Herbert's memory was completely revived, and he recalled the scene he saw at the beginning.

"Is this... one of the idiots who tried to rescue you at the beginning?"

At the beginning, one of the idiot legends who came to jail on the night of the blood moon was finally a legendary dark elf who melted into Freme's singing.

According to the joke she made when she was in the second year of middle school, she was assigned the role of the "good guy".

Oh, is there a bone left at the end?

Sfanny nodded, raised her hand and gently stroked the cheek of the "good guy", whispering: "Yes, her name is Vilanmaya Moore, a distant relative of mine."

Herbert also stepped forward and raised his hand to pinch it in Sfanny's silent eyes-in a position that can pass the review.

"So, are you going to use her as your clone? Use her, Vilanmaya's identity to go to the dark area with me?"

What kind of operation is this?

Driving a "good guy" mecha?

"..."

Sfanny didn't answer at first. She lowered her head and stared at Herbert's finger playing tricks on "Villanmaya's" belly button. She nodded only after he withdrew his finger as if nothing had happened.

"Yes."

"That's exactly what I planned."

"I know all of Vilanmaya's interpersonal relationships, and I know her daily behavior. I've also seen some of her remaining memories. It's not difficult for me to play her."

"As the only 'survivor' among the losers, it's a very normal and reasonable thing for her to surrender to Stella when she's at her wits' end."

They are a group of losers who failed in the power struggle. Do they have any dignity that they can't let go of?

Stop it.

Rather than continuing to run away endlessly, enduring endless pursuits, and being in a state of panic all day long.

It's better to admit your mistakes decisively, take out some benefits to apologize, and maybe you can keep your life after suffering torture.

"Oh? Is that so? Will Vilanmeya really go back in the current situation?"

Herbert thought that Sfanny's approach was a bit too simple.

He asked, "Even if she knew that Stina was already an evil and corrupted follower of the evil god, would it be the same? Wouldn't she be worried about being torn to pieces by Stella after she went back?"

Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, she still went to the tiger mountain?

Voluntarily went back to die?

Killed by the plot?

"No, Sir Herbert, you obviously don't understand the dark elves."

"Although Stella killed many of her people and ruled them in a brutal and harsh way, but... those are just the views of other races."

Sfanny shook her head and said lightly: "Evil and depravity have never been derogatory words for dark elves."

"It's a very rare compliment."

For the existence of the evil realm, there is no higher praise than "You are more evil and corrupt than me!"

Good people need to be praised, respected, and thanked by them... There are many things to consider, but evil people don't need to consider so much.

The evil ones only need others' fear.

Fear me, and then surrender at my feet.

"If Vilanmia really rebels and kills her companions, she will definitely take her spoils to see Stella in exchange for her life."

Vilanmia is indeed a "good person". She does not have the bad habits of most dark elves, and her character is not so cruel.

However, it is only among the dark elves, and her nature is the same as others.

Herbert thought about it, and finally nodded, and asked another question: "What about her strength? Are you sure this clone can fully exert your strength?"

To put it bluntly, strength is the most important.

Although Elisa was found as a bodyguard for Herbert, when it comes to the time to attack Stella, Sfanny still needs to help.

And Sfanny seemed very confident about Herbert's doubts.

"Yes, I can use 100% of her strength and fight any legend."

As she answered, "Villanmaya" opened her eyes and spoke with Sfanny.

At first, her voice was a little awkward, but soon it became the same as that of an ordinary person, and there was nothing abnormal.

The two people had different timbres, but the tone was exactly the same, as if they had merged into one voice.

And soon, Sfanney's "original body" stopped talking, walked to the rattan chair and sat down, slowly closing her eyes.

The soul was completely transferred and her body became an empty shell.

"And, choosing her is just to not expose my whereabouts, and you don't need to have too high strength."

“而在最后的关键时刻，我还有另外的手段……虽然具体不便透露，但还请放心。”

"Vilanmea" looked at Sfanney and said slowly, "Because I am the same as you, taking the same risks."

Sfanie was vague and did not explain it completely.

但她表明了自己的态度。

All souls were transferred to the weak puppet, and she wouldn't be able to survive if something happened.

Herbert thought for a moment, nodded slowly, and decided not to ask more.

However, even though she had already understood the hatred between the two sisters, Herbert couldn't help but sigh: "It can be seen that you really want to kill her."

In order to kill Stilla, Sfanny really did everything he could to do and was completely willing to give in.

In response to this, Sfanney just shook her head slightly, and then whispered slowly in a tone that Herbert couldn't understand: "His Excellency Herbert, this is the fate of Gemini."

Destiny?

Herbert raised his eyebrows, but in the end he didn't continue to struggle on the topic.

Don't rush for now.

Regarding this pair of dark elves, the grudges and hatreds between them... I will definitely understand them thoroughly before this journey is over.

And just as Herbert was thinking about how to change the topic, Sfanney actually spoke up.

"Do you want to learn?"

"Um?"

Herbert turned his head in confusion and saw a very exciting scene.

"Vilanmeiya" wore clothes that had been prepared long ago, and did not avoid being shy about Herbert's gaze on the side, and sat directly on the experimental table to start dressing one by one.

But the problem is that the first thing she wore was not underwear...but white silk stockings with special patterns.

First, bend down, step on the rolled socks to the soles of your feet, then straighten your long legs, and lift the socks to the base of your thighs.

Sfanney might feel that it was because of the slightestness of others, and she didn't care about Herbert's gaze at all.

"…hiss." Herbert blinked, feeling a little confused.

No, sisters!

Who taught you how to wear clothes like this! ! Intersection

You're dressing like this, it's really too...

Herbert's mouth moved, shook his head slightly, his eyes moved away from the taboo realm, and he held his hands together at the living Bodhisattva in front of him.

He is worthy of being a "good person" mecha, he is such a good person!

Rich and generous.

And just as he lowered his head and closed his hands, Sfanny had already put on stockings on his other leg and put on a long top that looked like a white shirt.

"So, Mr. Herbert, do you want to learn?"

"Ah?" Herbert blinked.

study?

What to learn?

Do you learn from you to wear clothes without underwear?

"I mean the ability of [Flesh and Blood Clones], which is my own spell."

Herbert reacted to what she meant, shook her head, and smiled, "Thank you, but still can't."

Sfanney was not surprised by his rejection and asked, "Are you worried that it will cause you to fall?"

She shook her head and said softly, "You may have realized that this ability is quite blasphemous for the Church of Gods, but in my opinion, it is just a normal step that the institute can achieve."

What blasphemy?

What steals the authority of the gods?

All nonsense.

This is just a part of research.

It's no different from other research products.

"Ah, you misunderstood. I don't think there is anything wrong with it. It's not that it feels profanity, but that it just doesn't like it."

Herbert curled his lips and shook his head with some disgust: "I always feel that if I learn this skill, something bad will happen, so thank you for your kindness, but there is still no need."

Sfanney was silent, staring carefully into Herbert's eyes.

In his calm eyes, she did not notice the suspicion, as he said - just not interested.

"Vilanmeiya" smiled, and said softly to Herbert's head, "Haha, it doesn't matter. As long as you want to learn, I can teach you at any time."

"As long as you need it."

...

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Dark area.

Theresa looked at the gorgeous building that suddenly appeared in front of her in a daze, and was a little confused for a moment.

In a trance, she heard the ill-intentioned laughter of the guards.

"Cheer! You guys are safe! Hahaha!"

“Welcome to [Malagas Moore]!”