Chapter 1317 (1/2)

Late at night, the moon shone through the window into the hall. After listening to the story of cheese, ATA seemed to have something in common. It wasn't long before she went back to her room. So only the grey robe and his booty are left here, and the corpse is put on the table reflected by the white frost, which is less ferocious and terrifying, and becomes more like a work of art based on a certain cult belief.

Cheese shrugged his nose a little, put the dissecting tool aside and sat back in his chair. He's staring at the corpse and thinking about the tissues, organs, parts and the blood vessels that connect them, and he's trying to think about how these things can work in a whole body at the same time.

He hoped that there would be such a way, because he would not have to attribute the birth of the puppet to the technology of the grey robe, which would make things much easier. But cheese doesn't cheat himself in order to make things simple. He looks out of the window at the moonlight and remembers a spell that can work in this situation.

The mage narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and finally decided to use it and accept the result. He stood up and began to see more details of the magic in his mind. This magic requires very little magic. Even ordinary people who have not been trained to cast magic can use it under certain conditions, that is, moonlight. The brighter the better.

Having said that, cheese didn't get the magic book by accident. He was a professional caster and had a deep understanding of the operation principle of magic.

Moonlight is just a guide. With his ability, although this guide is necessary in this casting. The lips of the grey robe trembled soundlessly, and the tongue twirling and obscure incantations were as smooth as daily greetings. These syllables and actions, which are classified, integrated and finally compressed by predecessors, have their own charm. Only those who are familiar with their principles can understand and appreciate their intentions. As far as other people are concerned, I'm afraid they can only feel weird.

Hands, raised with the spell, cast shadows in the moonlight. When the outline of the shadow began to change, there was a flash of light in cheese's eyes. He suddenly reversed his arm and clawed at the moonlight. In the clear and empty light, if there was a body caught by the grey robe.

He didn't even look. He threw the object in his hand towards the ripped puppet with his backhand. With a wave of water shaking in the shadow, small black lines like branches began to spread from the place where he put it. They are like projections of lattice, even though this window has no lattice. The shadows meander on the broken bodies in the moonlight, like snakes and water.

Soon, the complete humanoid body was divided into several blocks by the shadow, but the shadow was not as clear as the magic should be. They hesitated, whirled and lax in the position of handover, as if they were dizzy and didn't know what to do.

Seeing this scene, cheese's brows wrinkled tightly. This spell should have been able to distinguish the different sources of a thing, such as a cabinet. These shadows can mark its seams; a sword can distinguish its structure. The problem is that this kind of marking should be accurate and clear, without any hesitation and uncertainty, unless the things that make up different parts are connected together in a very special way.

Even a few seconds later, the magic that should have completed the task had the potential to collapse. It was like a broken machine. It had no ability to perform functions, but it could only go to destruction according to the established track.

Cheese had to loosen tight fingers, let the moonlight with the fingers. Now, he can't admit it any more. The assassin in front of him is made with the technology of one of his classmates, and that technology, together with the grey robe, uses the same name, alchemy. Technology is alchemy, and man is alchemist.