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Chapter 339 Gargoyle (4000)

After getting the treatment plan from Star Sky, Helot immediately found Melissa.

She locked herself in a spacious room and had her slave York Red bring in a rock and carve a stone sculpture using the technique of carving ice sculptures.

At York Red's suggestion, the shape of the stone sculpture was chosen to be a gargoyle.

The reason for choosing the gargoyle was because of the face of the gargoyle that York Red pried off the stone door.

Gargoyles are rock element creatures, and their form is not fixed, but the core is the "gargoyle face". If you place the "gargoyle face" on any stone, it can activate the stone into a rock element and be controlled by itself.

The torturer installed the gargoyle face on the stone door, which was equivalent to obtaining an automatic door.

Now in order to stay awake, Melissa had to do something to suppress her sleepiness, and sculpting a body for the gargoyle became a challenging choice.

When Helot came to Melissa with a treatment plan, Melissa, who had not rested for several days, was carving the final part.

Melissa's design for the gargoyle was based on a legendary creature... the griffin.

The eagle's head and lion's body were replaced with bat-like fleshy wings. At the same time, the length and strength of the hind limbs were lengthened, allowing it to stand and walk like a werewolf.

When Helot entered the room, he saw Melissa was completely immersed in the sculpture, so he did not disturb her. He walked around the stone sculpture silently, admiring this work of art.

At this moment, it is in a state where it is about to take off but has not yet flown. Its front legs have left the ground, its hind legs are pushing the ground hard, its wings are half spread, its head is held high, and it looks extremely majestic and majestic, as if it could soar into the sky at the next moment.

Melissa stood in front of the eagle's head, carefully carving the feathered lion's mane with a chisel. She was so focused that she didn't even notice Helot standing next to her. She completed this stone sculpture as her last memory in this world, pouring all her emotions at this moment into this work.

Helot just waited quietly, with York Red standing by his side.

Even the frequent shaking of the earth could not affect them.

At this moment, the polar base is under attack by the cold monsters.

The prisoner built the polar base in the belly of an iceberg, with only one hole under the iceberg for personnel and supplies to enter and exit. After Veron took over the defense of the polar base, he focused on the area within 500 meters in front of the hole.

In the area between 300 and 500 meters, Veron filled it with zombies, not only covering the bottom layer, but also stacking them upwards to form a semicircular zombie dam with a height of 10 meters. On top of the zombie dam with a width of more than 100 meters, another layer of skeletons was laid, and the area between 200 and 300 meters was also filled with skeletons.

The central area is an ice plot arranged by crawling ice figurines, with a reserved support channel in the middle, allowing the undead in the base to make up for the losses on the front line.

Above the cave entrance was a steep ice cliff, on which the skeletons had built a 200-meter-high bone ladder with their bodies. The mages had carved out a narrow plank road horizontally on the ice cliff, where spellcasters stood densely, providing long-range magic support for the war.

The war came quickly, and the first batch of cold demons arrived the day after the Undead Army occupied the polar base.

They saw corpses covering the ice in front of the mountain and realized that this army of undead was much stronger than they had imagined. The extreme cold of the polar regions did not destroy them, but instead there were traces of fire melting the ice and snow everywhere.

When the cold demon saw the number of undead, he truly realized that if he did not eliminate these undead invading the polar regions, the polar regions might be occupied by the undead.

In order to survive, the cold demons united together and launched an attack on the undead with the force of an avalanche.

The undead were fearless and used their weak bodies to form an indestructible dam to keep the cold demon's attacks out.

Both sides cast magic at each other, and the attack and defense never stopped for a moment.

The fighting continued day and night.

……

Melissa finally finished the last stroke of the stone carving, and York Red presented the "gargoyle face" with both hands, and reminded softly: "Your Highness, my master has been waiting for you for a day and a night."

"Where is he?" Melissa took the gargoyle face and turned around to see Helot. She smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't notice you. I was too focused. Is there anything wrong?"

Helot said, "We'll talk about it after you finish this gargoyle."

Melissa handed the gargoyle face to Helot: "I have completed the part I was responsible for. This gargoyle face belongs to your slave and also to you. You should complete the last step."

Then Melissa looked at the statue: "It is my gift to you, I hope you like it."

Helot tossed the gargoyle face in his hand: "In ancient times, people carved gargoyles on the eaves to keep bad luck out of the house, symbolizing protection. Now we have a real gargoyle, which is a good sign.

It is also a gift from me to you, I hope you like it.”

"Of course I do."

Helot pointed to a circular groove below the neck of the stone eagle head and asked, "Is this where the gargoyle face is placed?"

"Yes..." Melissa tried hard to open her eyes, but just as she relaxed a little, sleepiness came over her uncontrollably.

Helot walked forward and placed the gargoyle face in the round stone trough. A suction force sucked the gargoyle face tightly into the trough.

Then, Helot turned around, grabbed Melissa's hand and walked out: "We have finished our work here. We will start treating you immediately."

Melissa was pulled away by Helot. She looked back at the stone statue and saw that the eagle head's eyes were turning, as sharp as a blade.

"Master...I..."

Seeing his master leave, York Red didn't know whether he should follow him or stay here.

He looked back at the stone statue, which was undergoing drastic changes.

The stone-carved eagle feathers and lion manes were activated, covering the gargoyle face underneath. The activation process spread rapidly, and large pieces of thin stone flakes broke and fell as the fur shook. The eagle claws on the front limbs stretched out and clenched, then stretched out again and stomped heavily on the ground, and another piece of stone flakes fell down.

Then the stone sculpture shook violently, fine stones splashed out, its fleshy wings spread out, its hind legs paced alternately, and its tail began to wag.

The eagle opened its beak and let out a high-pitched cry.

Then the man stood up and looked down at York Red with his sharp eagle eyes.

The standing gargoyle was much taller than the already tall people from Northern Frontier.

"Slave!" the gargoyle said proudly, "How should I punish you for offending me?"

The gargoyle showed off its strong arms and sharp eagle claws, as if it was going to tear York Red to pieces.

York Red puffed out his chest, held his head high, and said fearlessly to the gargoyle: "You are the master's property, and I am also the master's property. You have no right to punish me!"

The gargoyle said, "My master is the Fire Spirit. He is a candidate among the executioners and holds a noble position." York Red's chest puffed out even higher: "My master is the great Claulund, the Duke of the Dead."

"My master is very powerful, possessing the power of the third level of transcendence. His flames can light up the sky."

"My master is more powerful. He has an endless army of undead. He is the representative of death."

"My master is extremely talented. He has inherited the Red Flame bloodline with a body that is not a descendant of the Red Flame Duke. He will become a Level 4 Transcendent and master the strongest force in the world!"

"My master... my master..." York Red realized that he didn't know his master well enough and was unable to perform well in this battle for his master.

The gargoyle laughed with his hands on his hips. "Your master may be excellent, but he is too mediocre compared to my master. Kneel down and lick my toes, and I can take you away from here to find my master.

His failure is only because your master has too many undead. Do you feel the attack from outside? That is the counterattack launched by my master and the cold demon. They will soon attack here. Surrendering to me is your best choice. "

"But...but..."

"No buts!" The gargoyle shouted loudly. It knew that if it wanted to escape from here, it needed to persuade this slave to rebel. Now it was close to success: "When I return to my master, I will tell him about his help to me. You will become my slave and wipe my body every day.

Now lick my toes, you only have one chance!"

York Hong was a little confused: "My master has killed your master, how did you return to him?"

"..." The gargoyle lowered his head and asked, "What did you just say? I didn't hear it clearly!"

"Your master is not only defeated, he is already dead. My master cut off his head."

The gargoyle crouched down and stood on all fours. "Are you lying? Or is your master lying?"

York Red looked down at the gargoyle and said angrily, "You can question me, but you cannot question my master. He is a man of high moral character, upright and fair, and his words are like the North Star, and they will never deviate from the truth."

The gargoyle said righteously, "You are right! The master is a man of high moral character, upright and fair. His words are like the North Star, and they will never deviate from the truth."

York Hong was a little confused again: "You just said that your master is a fire spirit."

"He is dead. I will be loyal to the new master!"

……

Helot took Melissa to the prepared operating room, where all the surviving scientific researchers in the polar base were gathered.

Melissa was taken to change into surgical gowns.

Helot called the chief physician who was in charge of the bloodline transfer operation and his main assistant to his side: "You only have one chance. I don't want to put too much pressure on you, but you know very well that pressure exists. So if you have any questions, ask them now."

The chief physician had already changed into surgical gown, and he knew very well... failure of bloodline transfer would mean death.

Not only Princess Emma Rubelle will die, but everyone here will die.

If you don't want to die, you must try your best to control your emotions and treat this bloodline transfer surgery calmly. Only then will there be a possibility of survival.

"Mr. Claulund, the treatment plan you provided is very clever. The magical reaction changes in the details seem to be beyond the knowledge of our world. As long as there are no problems with these magical changes, the success rate of the operation is still very high."

The Immortal Society's bloodline discussion group has made very bold improvements to the prisoner's bloodline transfer surgery process, reducing damage to the body when the bloodline is extracted, allowing Melissa's vitality to last until the new bloodline is transferred in.

Many of these magical reactions come from blessing spells in the divine power system. In this world, sacred spells are in the hands of the Mass Kingdom and are rarely used in other places.

The chief physician did not recognize these magics and could only judge the effectiveness of these magics based on the surgical plan, but he could not judge whether these magics would work.

They must have great concerns about the unknown magic being used in such an operation.

Helot still has confidence in the immortal wizards: "I will not joke with Princess Emma Lubeli's life. Saving her is the purpose of my coming here. There is nothing wrong with the magic formula I gave you. As long as you copy it, it will work.

Any question? "

The chief doctor looked at the others and then said to Helot, "If you don't need to understand and just copy it, we won't have any problem."

Helot took out a box with tungsten needles: "There is some of the mighty bloodline of the Violet Family sealed inside. How to extract it is all in the treatment plan I gave you."

The chief doctor took the box, opened it for confirmation, and handed it to his assistant.

Then he asked Helot: "Can we perform the operation now?"

Melissa came in wearing surgical gown.

Helot said to her: "I can't stay here with you. The war with the cold demon must come to an end. Lie there and close your eyes. When you wake up, I will be back."

Melissa looked at Helot, her tired eyes switching between confusion and clarity: "Who... are you? Why can't I call out your name even though I know you?"

Helot tried to smile: "This is all temporary, you will get better soon."

Helot turned and walked out of the operating room. The closed door closed and the full disinfection before the operation began...

Looking through the window, I saw Melissa lying on the operating table. The surrounding instruments activated the magic array layer by layer, and the magical light was projected onto the operating area.

Helot did not stay any longer as there was still a war waiting for him to end.

When we arrived at the entrance of the base, skeletons and zombies continued to move toward the periphery.

The small-scale, high-density magic confrontation formed colorful magic turbulence above the narrow battlefield. Unknown magic was constantly generated in the magic turbulence, releasing magic in a disorderly manner around.

As soon as Helot walked out of the base entrance, he encountered a magic explosion. It was the attack magic released by the cold demon that hit the upper magic shield collectively constructed by the necromancers, and the magic water hammer effect was generated at the critical point of the magic shield.

A powerful shock wave fell from top to bottom on the group of icy figurines, the ground instantly exploded and lifted up, and large pieces of crawling ice figurines were blown away.

Helot was shocked and could not stand steadily. He stretched out his hand and summoned the "Old Code".

With silver armor on his body and wings spread out, he soared into the sky.

A hint of red was thrown out from the "Old Code", like a flaming red silk wrapped around the silver armor's neck, and then wrapped around the silver wings behind the shoulders.

Then a fierce fire sprayed out from the wings backwards, and the fire particles formed a long trail behind, like a swaying fox tail.

(End of this chapter)