Necromancer Doomsday Walk

282 Fusion begins

"It failed again. How could this happen? What exactly was not done well?"

Seeing cracks appearing on the Clay Stone Demon and the Blood Stone Demon in front of him, and then collapsing again, Tang Fan frowned tightly, feeling deeply puzzled.

"I have chanted the spell more than a hundred times. In my opinion, all the parts that can be omitted have been omitted, saving almost ten seconds, and this is enough." Tang Fan said secretly.

, thinking carefully: "If this is the case, why does it still fail? Is it not just because of time, but also related to other aspects, and I haven't discovered it yet?"

Although, through the inheritance of the Grimoire of the Undead, Tang Fan has mastered the secret method of fusion, there is still a distance between mastery and practice.

Mastery is just an ideal theoretical state. No matter how profound it is, it must be transformed into practice in order to realize its due value.

Now, Tang Fan is in a transformation process.

In this process, he had to endure some failures before he could see clearly.

"Wait, think carefully about that feeling just now." Tang Fan closed his eyes, and the previous scene replayed in his mind as if it had reappeared.

"Frequency, yes, it is frequency. Although I have saved ten seconds, allowing enough time to chant the second step of the spell, I have not mastered the frequency well. Two different stone demons want to fuse.

There must be a frequency for synchronization and coordination, otherwise, conflicts will occur due to different frequencies, leading to failure.

After understanding this, Tang Fan breathed a sigh of relief and adjusted again.

Of course, this is just a guess and needs to be verified.

After a while, Tang Fan finished adjusting and summoned the Clay Stone Demon again.

Immediately, the first stage of the spell was chanted. In just a few seconds, less than five seconds, the first stage was completed immediately. The body of the clay stone demon was quickly wrapped with a silver-gray luster that shone like a cold star.

, little by little like the stars in the night sky.

Almost without pause, Tang Fan began the second step of chanting the incantation.

After saving several parts of the incantation that Tang Fan thought were unnecessary, the second step of the incantation became a little simpler. After chanting it many times, Tang Fan became extremely proficient and mastered it easily.

As the last spell fell, Tang Fan's voice paused, and then the two stone demons began to shake.

"It's about to begin." Tang Fan was overjoyed, staring closely at the two stone demons, carefully watching their every change.

"Very good, it should be successful this time, the dithering frequency is the same."

As the clay stone demon and the blood stone demon shook, cracks appeared on the bodies of the two stone demons, which spread quickly and slowly spread all over the body.

This kind of crack looks somewhat similar to the cracks where the two stone demons collapsed before. But if you look more closely, you will find the difference. This crack seems to be more detailed and pure.

It seems to have a sense of art rather than destruction.

There were more and more cracks, covering every part of the two stone demons' bodies.

Then, the two stone demons seemed to melt, turning into extremely viscous liquid piece by piece, slowly flowing down along the fine cracks.

Tang Fan stared closely at the Clay Stone Demon and the Blood Stone Demon, his eyes unblinking, carefully seeing the changes in the Clay Stone Demon and the Blood Stone Demon clearly.

Slowly, the two stone demons changed simultaneously, turning into brown and dark red viscous liquids, flowing on the ground like two masses of paste.

Immediately, the silver-gray light that had been wrapping the Clay Stone Demon and protecting it from collapse appeared again, as if it had descended from the void, all appearing above the slime piles of the Clay Stone Demon and the Blood Stone Demon, shrouding it down.

Drawn by the mysterious force, the two piles of viscous liquid began to approach each other.

One pile is dark brown, and the other is dark red. Under the pull of the mysterious power, they are constantly getting closer and then touching each other.

Tang Fan only felt a shock, as if something was about to appear.

The two piles of viscous liquid came close to each other and touched each other. Waves of ripples immediately spread out and swept around.

Dark brown and dark red, under the pull of mysterious power, spread bit by bit against each other, and the parts that touched each other immediately had a fierce conflict, as if no one was convinced by the other and wanted to destroy the other.

Tang Fan couldn't help but feel anxious. If this continues, the fusion will fail again. This is already the sixth time. I don't know if it's because Tang Fan's luck is bad or something.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound sounded in the void, and another mysterious wave of invisible and colorless power descended, landing directly on two piles of viscous liquid.

Immediately, the conflicting parts seemed to have been tamed and became well-behaved without any conflict. Moreover, under this mysterious and mysterious force, they actually merged.

"Okay, it's finally starting to merge." Tang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and a joy filled his heart.

The subsequent integration made Tang Fan feel at ease because the integration process went smoothly.

Finally, about ten minutes later, the two piles of viscous liquid completely merged together.

The dark brown and dark red disappeared, replaced by a mixed color. Tang Fan couldn't tell what color it was because it was mixed and looked a bit turbid. It seemed to be dark brown and also...

Dark red.

Gulu gulu...

A series of bubbles kept coming out of it. Tang Fan unexpectedly discovered that the pile of mixed liquid was actually decreasing. Yes, with the gurgling sound, the viscous mixed liquid was gradually decreasing.

The reduction is very obvious.

It was reduced by about half, and finally there was no more gurgling bubbles. Tang Fan suddenly had a feeling that the real critical moment had arrived.

I saw the pair of mixed viscous liquids, as if they suddenly had life, started to squirm, and climbed upward little by little, as if there was a python about to burst out of the ground.

Tang Fan's mental power enveloped the pile of mixed viscous liquid, and he felt it carefully without missing any point. As the pile of mixed viscous liquid rose higher, it squirmed little by little.

It changes, and the bumps expand and become strange shapes.