Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Chapter 115 Mental Domination of the Undead

As soon as Leylin returned to his temporary lodging, he heard some good news.

Number 2 and Number 5 have returned, bringing with them a living member of the [Abyss Body].

"Bring him in so I can see him."

When the person came in, Leylin was stunned.

Number 2 was carrying something in each hand, like watermelons. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be two heads, dry and with faint flames emanating from their eye sockets—clearly the soul fire of an undead.

Number 5 followed behind, carrying a large, bulging bag. Leylin glanced at it and saw that it was full of bone fragments, big and small, some with tattered strips of cloth still attached.

Grote followed at the back, standing obediently.

Leylin glanced at the two heads in Number 2's hands, then at the pile of broken bones in Number 5's pocket, and chuckled: "You two are quite the troublemakers, aren't you? Two heads and a bunch of broken bones, and you call that 'bringing back a member'?"

Grote quickly stepped forward to explain, "Master, these two heads belong to the same person. That undead was born with two heads and six arms, with two heads on one body."

Leylin nodded: "Oh, like a two-headed ogre? That's interesting."

He turned to look at Number 5, his tone teasing: "You've broken someone down into pieces again, haven't you? Are you going to have to put them back together piece by piece yourself later?"

Number 5 shrank back, a clear sign that he was indeed worried about this matter.

Leylin waved his hand: "Alright, as long as your head is still intact and your soul fire hasn't been extinguished, repairing it won't be that troublesome. You don't need to risk your life."

Number 5 visibly breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. He pulled something out from under his gray robe at his waist and handed it over with both hands.

【Spider Cutter】.

Leilin recognized it: "Isn't this the one number 1 lost?"

Lei Lin took it and examined it; the blade was intact, without any damage.

Leylin glanced at the two heads that Number 2 was carrying and realized, "Oh, so this guy is the one Number 1 defeated but failed to capture? He got away, and you two just ran into him?"

He couldn't help but laugh: "This luck is just unbelievable."

"Number 2, give me your head."

Upon hearing this, Number 2 simply extended his hand forward, his action as swift and decisive as if he were handing over two watermelons.

Two dry, withered heads hung there, exuding a putrid smell.

Leylin glanced at it, then immediately leaned back: "Never mind, you keep it, I won't touch it."

Number 2 withdrew its hands again and continued to quietly hold the two heads as if it were ordinary luggage.

Leylin flexed his wrists and got down to business. He needed to restore the undead's body first, otherwise, with only two heads left, it would be inconvenient to ask questions.

He raised his hand, and magic began to gather in his palm.

"【Spiral of Death (Pseudo)】".

Grote, standing to the side, felt his soul fire shrink slightly upon hearing this.

He had also used this magic, and it did indeed greatly increase his power, but compared to his master, the noise and effect of his spellcasting were...

There's absolutely no comparison.

The negative energy gathered in Leylin's hand was as thick as ink, almost overflowing from his palm. The surrounding air cooled down by several degrees, and the light dimmed.

Guided by Leylin, this negative energy slowly seeped into those two withered heads.

The magic 【Spiral of Death (Pseudo)】 was originally used to gather a large amount of negative energy to turn the living into the undead, or to allow the undead to advance to a higher level.

But Raylin isn't here to upgrade.

He is the healer.

For the immortals, negative energy is like a tonic. As long as their soul fire is not extinguished and they have enough negative energy, even missing limbs can grow back.

After their heads were filled with a large amount of negative energy, the soul fire in their eye sockets suddenly lit up, becoming more intense from its original weak state.

Then, something amazing happened.

New growths started appearing below my neck.

First comes the cervical spine, extending downwards segment by segment, then the shoulder skeleton, sketched out from thin air, followed by muscles, blood vessels, and skin, layer upon layer covering it.

Before long, a complete body appeared.

It has two heads, six arms, and is about 2.5 meters tall. Its body is withered but its skeleton is large, and it exudes a strong aura of the undead.

Benjerg returned to normal.

But he's a little confused now.

His last memory was of that terrifying mental attack, where a gray-robed, golden-eyed monster invaded his consciousness with mental power, and then his soul fire slowly went out.

Logically speaking, he should have died by then.

But now————

He looked down at his hands; all six hands were there. He moved his body around; his torso and limbs were also fine.

He looked up and saw a person he had never seen before standing in front of him.

Young, blond with iridescent eyes, dressed casually, he looked like an ordinary human being.

But this human just used some kind of magic to reshape him from a state of "only having two heads" back into a complete body.

Benjer looked to both sides again.

On the left stood a monster in a gray robe with golden eyes.

On the right, there stood a monster in a gray robe with golden eyes.

The two monsters stood there on his left and right, like door gods, their dark golden pupils staring at him.

Benjeri's soul fire almost went out on the spot.

He blurted out, "You—you all! How many monsters like you are there?!"

Leylin casually replied, "That level? Not many, only 14 so far. But I can already mass-produce those that are slightly worse than them."

Benjer was stunned.

He subconsciously glanced at the two "monsters" on his left and right, beings that crushed him, shredded him, and mentally controlled him. There were actually fourteen of them at this level.

But what exactly are these things that can be mass-produced?

When he looked at the human in front of him again, his eyes were completely different.

To be surrounded and driven by such beings, yet to stand and speak like an ordinary person —

Benjer tentatively began, his tone unconsciously lowering and becoming respectful: "You—you are perhaps the legendary—god?"

Leylin shook his head: "I am not a god."

He paused, then added, "There are no gods in this world, only powerful humans."

Benjamin didn't understand.

What does it mean that "there is no God in this world"? Are all those myths that have been passed down for hundreds of years, those beings that have been worshipped by countless people, all fake?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

He has lived for four hundred years and has witnessed too many powers that ordinary people cannot understand. Those powers cannot be explained by "powerful humans".

But he dared not refute it.

He simply lowered his head and cautiously asked, "Then—sir, why did you send your men to capture me? Is there anything you need me to do?"

He understood one thing: if the other party only wanted to kill him, he would be a pile of ashes by now. The fact that he was brought here alive meant that he was still useful.

Only useful people deserve to live.

Leylin looked at him and nodded: "There is indeed something I need you to do."

Benjer quickly replied, "Sir, please say so! I will do my best to complete it!"

He had already made up his mind: no matter what request this human made, he would agree to it immediately. Having lived for four hundred years, his greatest skill was assessing the situation and prioritizing survival; everything else could wait.

However, Leylin's next words stunned him: "Well, but before that, let me transform you first."

Transformation? What transformation?

Before Benjer could ask, he saw magical light emanate from Leylin's hand.

He couldn't understand the light, but the magical fluctuations were more profound and vast than any magic he had ever seen.

"

[Mental control].

A flash of light.

Benjamin's consciousness went blank for a moment.

Like a light being turned off, like a page being wiped away.

He knows nothing anymore.