My cemetery is connected to the game world

After Helot received the treatment plan from Xingkong, he immediately found Melis.

She locked herself in a spacious room and asked her slave York Red to bring in a rock and carve the stone sculpture using the same technique as ice sculptures.

The shape of the stone sculpture was chosen as a gargoyle at the suggestion of York Red.

The gargoyle was chosen because of the face of the gargoyle that York Red pried off the stone door.

Gargoyle is a rock elemental creature. Its shape is not fixed, but its core is the "gargoyle face". Place "Gargoyle Face" on any stone, and it can activate the stone into rock elements that you can control.

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

Now, in order to stay awake, Melis had to do something to suppress her sleepiness. Sculpting a body for the gargoyle face became a challenging choice.

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

The shape Melis designed for the gargoyle was based on the legendary creature...the griffin.

The head of an eagle has the body of a lion, and the original eagle wings have been changed into bat-like flesh wings. At the same time, the length and strength of the hind limbs are increased, allowing it to stand and walk like a werewolf.

Herot entered the room and saw that Melis was immersed in the carving without making a sound. He silently walked around the stone sculpture, admiring the work of art.

At this time, it was about to take off but had not yet taken off. Its forelimbs left the ground, and its hind legs kicked off the ground hard. Its wings were half-open, and its head was held high. It was extremely majestic, as if it could soar into the sky in the next moment.

Melis stood in front of the eagle's head, carefully carving the downy lion's mane with a carving knife. She was so focused that she didn't even notice that Herot was 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.

Hailot just waited quietly, while York Red stood by.

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

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

The torturers built the polar base in the heart of an iceberg. There is only a hole under the iceberg for the entry and exit of personnel and materials. After Veron took over the defense of the polar base, he focused his defense on the five hundred meters in front of the cave entrance.

In the area between 300 meters and 500 meters, Veron filled it with zombies, not only covering the bottom layer, but also stacking up to form a semicircular zombie dam with a height of ten meters. Another layer of skeletons is laid on the zombie dam with a width of more than 100 meters, and the area between 200 and 300 meters is also filled with skeletons.

The central area is an ice structure arranged with crawling ice figurines, and there is a support channel reserved in the middle, allowing the undead in the base to make up for frontline losses.

Above the cave entrance is a steep ice cliff, and the skeletons used their bodies to build a 200-meter-high bone ladder on the ice cliff. The mage carved a narrow plank road horizontally on the ice cliff, and spellcasting professions stood densely on the plank road to provide long-range magic support for the war.

The war came quickly, and the first batch of cold monsters arrived the day after the undead army occupied the polar base.

They saw the corpses covered with ice in front of the mountain, and realized that this undead army was much more powerful than they imagined. The extreme cold in the polar regions did not destroy them, but there were traces of flames melting the ice and snow everywhere.

And when the cold demon saw the number of undead, he truly realized... If these undead invading the polar regions were not eliminated, the polar regions would be occupied by the undead.

In order to survive, the cold demons rarely united and launched an avalanche attack on the undead.

The undead are fearless and use their weak bodies to form an indestructible dam to block the cold demon's attack.

Both sides poured magic on each other, and their offense and defense never stopped for a moment.

Fighting continued day and night.

…

Melis finally completed the last stroke of the stone carving. Yorke presented the "gargoyle face" with her red hands and reminded softly: "Your Highness, my master has been waiting for you all day and night."

"Where is he?" Melis 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 something wrong?"

Helot said, "Let's wait until you finish this gargoyle."

Melis gave the gargoyle face to Herot: "The part I was responsible for has been completed. This gargoyle face belongs to your slave and to you. You should complete the last step."

Then Melis looked at the stone statue: "It is a gift from me. I hope you like it."

Herot threw a gargoyle face in his hand: "In ancient times, people carved gargoyles on the eaves, so that they could block bad luck from their homes, 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."

Herot pointed to a circular groove under the neck of the stone eagle head and asked: "Is this where the gargoyle face is placed?"

"Yes..." Melis tried her best to open her eyes. As soon as she relaxed a little, sleepiness surged up uncontrollably.

Herot stepped forward and placed the gargoyle face in the circular stone trough. A suction force attracted the gargoyle face tightly to the stone trough.

Then, Helot turned around and grabbed Melis's hand and walked out: "The things here have been completed. We will start treating you immediately."

Melis was pulled away by Hero. She looked back at the stone statue and saw the eyes of the eagle head turning, as sharp as a blade.

"Master...I..."

Seeing his master leaving, York Hong didn't know whether he should leave with him or stay here.

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

The stone-carved eagle feathers and lion's manes were activated and covered the gargoyle's face underneath. The activation process spread rapidly, and large swaths of thin stone flakes cracked and fell as the fur shook. The eagle claws on the forelimbs stretched out and then clenched, then stretched out again and stomped heavily on the ground, and another piece of stone fell down.

Then the stone sculpture shook violently, fine stones were splashed outward, its wings spread out, its hind legs alternately paced, and its tail flicked up.

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

Then Renli stood up and looked down at York Red with sharp eagle eyes.

The standing gargoyle was much taller than the already tall Northern Xinjiang man.

"Slave!" the gargoyle said arrogantly: "How should I punish you for your offense against me?"

The gargoyle displays its strong arms and sharp talons, as if it wants to tear York Red into pieces.

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

The gargoyle said: "My master is the fire spirit. He is a candidate among the torturers and has a distinguished status."

York's red chest puffed up higher: "My master is the great Claude, the Duke of the Undead."

"My master is powerful and possesses extraordinary third-level power. 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 obtained the inheritance of the Red Flame bloodline with a body that is not a descendant of the Duke of Red Flame. He will become a Level 4 Extraordinary and master the most powerful force in the world!"

"My master...my master..." York Hong realized that he didn't know his master well enough, and he couldn't perform well in this battle for master.

The gargoyle put his hands on his hips and laughed: "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 out of here to find my master."

He failed simply because your master had too many undead. Do you feel the attack on this place from outside? That was a counterattack launched by my master and the cold demons. They will be able to invade soon. Surrendering to me is your most correct choice. "

"But...but..."

"No buts!" the gargoyle yelled. It knew that if it wanted to escape from here, it needed to instigate this slave. Now it was close to success: "When I return to the master, I will tell him how to help me, and you will become my slave, wipe my body every day.

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

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

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

"Your master was not only defeated, he was already dead and his head was beheaded by my master."

The gargoyle knelt 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 of high moral character, upright and fair, and what he says is like the North Star and will never be untrue."

The gargoyle said righteously: "You are right! The master is of high moral character, upright and fair. What he says is like the North Star and will never be untrue."

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

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

…

Helot brought Melis to the prepared operating room, where all the surviving scientific researchers from the polar base were gathered.

Melis was taken to change into surgical clothes.

Helot called the chief physician and his main assistant who presided over the bloodline transfer operation to him: "You only have one chance. I don't want to put too much pressure on you, but you know very well that the pressure exists. So what do you want? Ask, ask now.”

The chief physician has already changed into surgical clothes, and he knows very well...failed bloodline transfer means death.

Not only Princess Emmalu Bailey dies, but everyone here also dies.

If you don't want to die, you must try your best to control your emotions and treat this bloodline transfer operation calmly. Only in this way can you have the possibility of survival.

"Mr. Claude, the treatment plan you provided is very clever. The changes in magical reactions in the details seem to be outside 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 made very bold improvements to the executioner's bloodline transfer surgery process, reducing the damage to the body when the bloodline is withdrawn, allowing Melis's vitality to persist until the new bloodline is transferred.

Many of the magical reactions come from blessing spells in the sacred power system, and sacred spells are in the hands of the Mass Theocracy in this world and are rarely used elsewhere.

The chief doctor does not know these magics and can only judge the efficacy of these magics based on the surgical plan, but cannot judge whether these magics can be established.

They must have great concerns about unknown magic being used in such a surgery.

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 given to you, as long as you copy it Can work.

Any question? "

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

Helot took out the box containing the tungsten needle: "There is some powerful blood of the Violet family sealed in it. How to extract it is in the treatment plan I give you."

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

Then he asked Helot: "Can we perform surgery?"

Melis walked in after changing into surgical clothes.

Helot said to her: "I can't stay with you here. 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."

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

Helot smiled hard: "This is all temporary, you will get better soon."

Helot turned around and walked out of the operating room, the closed door was closed, and comprehensive disinfection before surgery began inside...

Looking through the window, Melis was lying on the operating table. The surrounding instruments activated the formations layer by layer, and all the magic light was projected on the operating area.

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

Arriving at the entrance of the base, skeletons and zombies continued to march toward the outside.

The small-scale and high-density magic confrontation formed colorful magic turbulence over the narrow battlefield. Unknown magic was constantly generated in the magic turbulence, and magic was released disorderly to the surroundings.

As soon as Helot walked out of the entrance of the base, he encountered a magic blast. That was when the attack magic released by the cold demon hit the upper magic shield collectively constructed by the necromancers, creating a magic water hammer effect at the critical point of the magic shield's protection.

A powerful shock wave fell on the ice mass from top to bottom, and the ground instantly exploded, sending large swaths of crawling ice figurines flying.

Helot was shaken to the point of being unable to stand, and stretched out his hand to summon the "Old Codex".

The upper body is covered with silver armor, the flying wings are spread out, and the person rises into the sky.

A flash of red was thrown out of the "Old Code", like a flaming red silk wrapped around Silver Armor's neck, wrapped around the silver wings behind the shoulders.

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