It was five o’clock in the afternoon.
The sun was setting in the west, its red glow illuminating the earth.
Inside the Sawyer family manor villa, Moro sat on the sofa, watching the three women with a smile on his lips, feeling a sense of accomplishment.
And the three sisters, Heather, were also very satisfied!
After all, once you enter the extraordinary, you’re full of treasures, not to mention Moro, a five-tier extraordinary with all-powerful abilities within him.
"Alison, you little glutton, you ate the most just now."
Heather, with her hair neatly styled, reached out and poked her silly little sister.
She had eaten so much just now that she rolled her eyes, and she was still guarding her food, which made her, as an older sister, very worried!
Alison, who was called out, shyly covered her face and buried her head in Moro’s arms.
"Stop, stop, stop, don’t tease her, you’ve all eaten, but my dinner isn’t ready yet! But the most important thing right now is the guy in the basement."
Moro looked at Heather as he spoke, he wanted to hear Heather’s opinion, after all, the man-faced was of Sawyer family blood.
Understanding what her man meant, Heather lowered her head and pondered for a moment, then said.
"Since Grandma asked me to watch over my brother, why don’t we check his situation first? If he still has wisdom, then we can put a mark on him and train him, and use him as a loyal guardian dog. If he has no wisdom, then my dear, you can train him as an alchemy puppet, so that he can be by your side!"
Such cold-blooded words were said so calmly by Heather.
Moro, knowing Heather’s temperament, simply nodded, turned and went to the basement.
Less than a minute later, Moro carried the unconscious Jeb Sawyer, the man-faced, back into the living room.
Alison and Melissa, seeing the man-faced, like a mountain of flesh, were very curious, they walked over and poked the man-faced’s round belly with their feet, confirming that he was indeed unconscious before daring to observe him.
This man-faced was indeed much stronger than the one in the movies, judging from his current appearance, he was half a head taller than the man-faced in the movies, and his physique had changed, the density of his muscles and bones was at least twenty times that of a normal person.
This kind of physique, even without any special abilities, would be a third-tier extraordinary creature!
But for Moro now, a third-tier ant could be killed with a single punch from him.
He only used three points of his strength on the man-faced, and he broke the entire tibia of the man-faced, if he wanted to recover, it would take at least an hour with the man-faced’s self-healing ability.
Heather, watching the man-faced being flipped around by Alison and Melissa, had no emotion in her heart, and asked in a very calm tone.
"My dear, is he of any use?"
Moro stroked his chin, thought for a moment and said.
"As an intelligent being, he’s not of much value, maybe it’s because of the crazy factor in your bloodline, this guy’s intelligence is no different from ordinary beasts. But as an alchemical material, his body can indeed be used to refine a good puppet, and later on, when you get things related to the Titan bloodline, you can strengthen and upgrade it."
"Whew! Dear, I remember you told me that your alchemy can manipulate souls to a certain extent, right?"
Heather let out a breath, as if she had decided something, and looked at Moro and asked.
Moro nodded and added.
"It’s almost like that, I can separate some memories or emotions, but to truly manipulate souls, I have to wait until I reach the seventh tier and unlock the Necromancer profession before I can truly manipulate souls."
Heather waved her hand and looked at the man-faced lying on the floor.
"There’s no need for that, just keep his memories, and then seal his soul in his body, and we’ll return his soul’s self-awareness to him when we have the chance later."
Although she was cold-blooded to outsiders, she couldn’t just ignore her brother, since her grandmother had passed all her property to her, she had to at least give this nominal brother a chance to reincarnate or live again.
"OK!"
Moro gave an OK gesture with his hand, and then continued.
"You three have dinner yourselves tonight, I’ll go and drag this big guy to the basement and turn him into an alchemy puppet now. Also, give me a drop of your blood, Heather, and have him acknowledge you as his master, you can summon him at any time, I’ll put him in the magic array, and then engrave the magic array on your back of your hand. This way it’s convenient to use, and can also protect your safety at all times."
Hearing Moro’s words, Heather and her sisters were so moved that they kissed Moro’s face again and again, wanting to have a war of three hundred rounds right now.
If the man-faced knew the new language of the 21st century, he would definitely say in his heart, ‘I’m really thankful, I’m going to eat lemons!’
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After a moment of tenderness, Moro dragged the man-faced into the basement.
He had recently gotten a lot of materials, so he could not only refine a puppet now, but also refine several pieces of equipment.
But Moro was a little 纠结, because he didn’t have many high-level materials, he didn’t know if he could refine a complete set of high-level equipment.
But in the end, after careful consideration, Moro decided to save up some more materials and refine a high-level seven-tier purple set when he had enough!
After making his decision, Moro began to modify the man-faced.
With the alchemy activated, Moro’s hands were like a precise instrument, controlled by his brain, making many precise operations.
Moro controlled his hands, which were burning with the fire of alchemy, first he separated the memories of the man-faced, removing all the killing memories, and preserving the memories of his time with his family.
Then his soul was also refined by Moro into his heart, and his body was also being modified by Moro, one by one, materials along with gold were refined into the body of the man-faced.
In just a short while, Moro had already thrown in more than fifty pounds of gold, if he hadn’t brought so much gold this time, the alchemy would have stopped!
After another three or four hours, Moro stopped his movements, flicked a drop of Heather’s blood into the man-faced’s mouth, and the next moment, a flash of light appeared in the man-faced’s eyes, the master recognition ceremony was complete.
The man-faced now stood about 2.5 meters tall, his muscles were covered in golden scales, he had a pair of demon wings on his back, his legs were transformed into six mechanical legs, he held a shield in one hand and a spear in the other, and he also had a gold-colored bow and arrow and a quiver around his waist.
He looked a bit like Urgot, but he was more imposing than Urgot.
And he had reached the quasi-fifth tier, his strength was not inferior to a true quasi-fifth tier, and his fearless death characteristic made him even more terrifying than a real extraordinary creature.
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"Hmm? Interesting, there are a few little bugs who have come to die!"
Moro’s terrifying soul perception, through layers of barriers, saw a group of people in the forest of the manor.
They were fully armed, with magazines hanging from their waists, and AKs and shotguns in their hands, this kind of firepower is what you would see in a clash between even small gangs!
Looking at these people who had come to die, Moro grinned, patted the golden arm of the man-faced after his transformation.
"Go, kill them all."
The man-faced, like a machine, immediately carried out Moro’s orders!
Its six mechanical legs flew fast, disappearing into the basement in the blink of an eye.
The three sisters, who were eating dinner in the living room at the moment, only felt a large golden figure flash past, and then screams rang out from the forest outside.
Seeing this sudden situation, Heather immediately got up and protected Alison and Melissa behind her, her eyes like lightning, staring intently at the massacre taking place in the forest.
In the moonlight, the forest, not very bright.
The humanoid monster flying in the air, holding a long spear in its hand, braving the fire coverage of more than a dozen people, strung them into a candied gourd, one shot at a time.
Bert Hartmann, the leader, saw the monster killing wildly in the air, his heart was filled with fear, the shotgun in his hand fell to the ground, and he mumbled incoherently.
"How, how could he become like this! It’s not supposed to be, it’s not supposed to be like this!"
Amidst the screams and wails of his comrades, Bert Hartmann’s psychological defense line completely collapsed, he roared and ran in the opposite direction.
He threw everything behind him, the slaughterhouse, the Sawyer family assets, even his own son, all he wanted now was to get out of here alive.
With a strong desire to survive, Bert Hartmann did manage to run out of the forest!
But at that moment, a golden spear fell from the sky behind him.
It carried the whistling sound of the wind, and with a "poof", it pierced through his chest.
Bert Hartmann, who was suddenly pierced and nailed to the ground, regained his senses in the face of death, he was remorseful, his mouth spewing blood continuously.
"Cough, cough, cough, what a foolish delusion, I actually wanted to hunt extraordinary beings with mortal strength, how pathetic and ridiculous!"
With these unwilling words, Bert Hartmann finally breathed his last.
In the brightly moonlit sky.
The man-faced, after being transformed, saw that there was no sign of life below, he flew down and landed in front of Bert Hartmann, grabbed the golden spear, and casually lifted Bert Hartmann’s body and placed it in front of his chest.
Then, a gap opened in his chest, and the body gradually turned into blood mist, entering the large mouth that was half a meter in diameter.
After completing the devouring, the energy of the man-faced’s biological weapon replenished a little, although not much, but it was better than nothing!
This was the energy replenishment device that Moro had specially created, which could transform the flesh and blood of living beings into the energy they needed.
This way, he didn’t have to worry about the situation of being unable to replenish energy during long-term combat.
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