The resurrection ritual was successful.
But the doctor, through the ritual, resurrected something other than his own child.
Just a corpse with life, a living dead.
And the soul of the resurrected evil spirit came from the resentment and hatred of those fetuses and victims he had murdered.
These forces originally had no form and could not cross the boundary of life and death to harm others.
However, the moment the doctor's ritual succeeded in resurrecting his child.
These illusory resentment and evil spirits found a place to dwell.
They gathered together, transforming into an evil spirit controlled by hatred and resentment, dominating this body.
Moreover, this evil soul will continuously create killings to strengthen itself.
And those killed by it will become part of the evil spirit.
The soul will be turned into an evil spirit and forever imprisoned in this villa.
Looking at the bloodstains in the diary that came to an abrupt end, Rod narrowed his eyes slightly.
The diary's record ended here.
So, this is the source of all the evil in this villa.
According to the diary, the evil spirit was born in this basement, the basement is like its mother.
Therefore, the evil spirit cannot leave this basement.
Once it loses the protection of its mother, the evil spirit will gradually dissipate.
However, it can still influence the outside world through its power, luring people inside the villa to the basement to be killed.
Once you die in this villa, your soul will be devoured by the evil spirit, becoming a puppet.
Those evil spirits he encountered before were actually puppets controlled by the evil spirit in the basement.
Sacrifice!
Rod directly sacrificed the diary in his hand.
This diary, besides recording the birth of the evil spirit, also recorded all the doctor's records on the resurrection ritual.
Including all his knowledge in surgery and biology.
After the sacrifice, Rod couldn't help but sigh.
This doctor was really a talent. He combined a few real and fake resurrection rituals, just based on surgery and a little self-taught knowledge.
He actually developed something similar to alchemy puppetry.
Although it was just a rudimentary form of alchemy puppetry, it was already pretty good.
If he had enough time, maybe he could really develop a flawed resurrection ritual.
Unfortunately, such a talented person died.
Rod looked at the empty basement, his eyes narrowed slightly.
The more humans the evil spirit kills, the stronger it will become.
After hundreds of years of gestation, the evil spirit in this basement has long grown to a terrifying level of power.
Now, the entire villa is under its influence.
He's already on the enemy's territory, yet he doesn't make a move?
Is he afraid of him, or is he secretly preparing to strike a sneak attack?
As the thought flashed, the entire basement suddenly became dim.
The bright light seemed to be swallowed by something, the pitch black darkness couldn't even see the fingers.
"It's here!"
Rod opened his narrowed eyes, grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.
I've been waiting for you!
Swish!
The giant axe in his hand instantly transformed into the Chaos Blade form.
Thick chains wrapped around his arms, the chain blades shimmering with a幽光, emitting a piercing whistle as the chains swung.
Boom!
With just one blow, everything around was frozen in the frost that froze everything.
The power of the Divine exploded.
A miserable howl almost shattered his eardrums.
The blade rubbed against the ground and the ceiling, severing the scrapped light bulbs, tearing through the surrounding steel shelves.
The flashing sparks lit up the surroundings, Rod saw the creature in the darkness by the dim light.
Covered in suture lines, with a hideous and terrifying face like a Frankenstein.
Pure black eyes, without a trace of white.
Crawling on all fours, like a beast, it glared at him fiercely.
About three meters away from him.
On the ground behind him, a bloody crawl mark was inching closer to him.
The light disappeared, the basement returned to darkness.
Zila!
Rod swung the chain blade again, the blade hit the ground, sparks flew.
This time, many unfamiliar figures suddenly appeared around him, one by one human figures with gruesome deaths, reaching out to him with their hands.
A group of ordinary evil spirits, daring to show themselves in front of him?
Rod grinned, he didn't know who gave these evil spirits the courage.
But offerings delivered to your door, not eating them would be a loss.
"Aw!"
A low growl echoed in the enclosed basement.
The muscles and bones of his body ached as if they were being torn apart, Rod seemed to have gotten used to this kind of pain.
In an instant, his clothes were blown apart, his skin was covered with gray-black hair, his body became strong and fierce.
Rod slowly opened his eyes, the whole world seemed to be shrouded in a layer of blood, swallowed by blood.
His elevated vision looked down at the surrounding evil spirits.
His mind was completely filled with bloodthirsty animal instincts.
"Guess how long you can last?"
He licked the sharp fangs on his lips, Rod stretched out his hand with hideous claws, cold chains wrapped around his hand.
The power of the Divine and the werewolf blood collided, making a sizzling sound.
He grabbed the head of a nearby evil spirit with one hand, squeezed it lightly, the evil spirit immediately showed a pained expression.
His body seemed to melt, dissolving under the purification of the Divine power.
Zila!
Rod waved his hand gently, his sharp claws scraped across the iron frame.
The splashing sparks illuminated everything around.
Although it was just a moment, it was enough.
Swish!
His figure disappeared, Rod appeared behind an evil spirit.
Instinct and intuition, he swung his claws from behind, piercing the evil spirit's chest.
Sacrifice!
A flash of light, the wailing evil spirit was instantly transcended.
Rod was like a ghost, shifting and turning in the narrow space of the basement.
In a short time, dozens of evil spirits were all slaughtered.
Swish!
A beam of light lit up, tearing through the darkness that shrouded the basement.
Rod looked at the resurrected evil spirit that was lying on the ground, covered in blood, with fierce and dazed eyes, a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"What a perfect material!"
The evil spirit, only a step away from Rod, suddenly felt a sense of fear in its heart.
This was the first time it had felt this emotion from a human since it was born.
It turned to escape, but the next second, Rod's thrown chain blade severed its limbs.
"You've come all this way, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
Rod laughed, but this smile was more terrifying than a demon to the evil spirit.
Is it the evil spirit, or is this guy the evil spirit?