Chapter 301 That Thing

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His body remained in a state where the soul brimmed, his brain wracked with stabbing pains as if poked by needles, fingers twitching as though electrocuted. Even so, situated within the blood-splattered Hive room, Lyle was intently controlling Nia, guiding her through the creation of flesh.

From the Lich Crown atop Lyle's head, ominous dark grey motes of light descended. It was an enhanced spell, the Mind of the Dead. The ability to reject all negative state interferences.

Mr. Crimson wandered not far behind, offering a series of suggestions towards the flesh creation in the center of Nia's hands.

"Ah, I see, I understand. Plague Doctor, perhaps here you could try increasing the organ capacity, as well as the magic power capacity."

Lyle merely nodded numbly, his movements unchanged.

Mr. Crimson did not get angry. He shifted his gaze to another part of the tentacled work.

"Hey, dear Plague Doctor, why not try a springy muscle structure? It could enhance mobility."