Novel & Cerita Puppet Manipulation Jjk

Byul chuckled and look at Hassan with a proud expression on his face. Heh. Look at my very first puppet! He’s beautiful isn’t he! He’s very strong too! He won’t burn under the sun! Byul let out an evil laugh as he stared at Hassan. After a while Byul stopped laughing and cleared his throat. He then called out to the system and tapped his skill [Skill: Corpse Control is in use!] [Command:…..] Byul glanced at Hassan and grinned. Byul pointed at the large gate that could be seen on the horizon and urgently said.

“Magical enhancement, most likely. Bodywork. I told you the Ammons were getting cozy with the coven, didn't I? It’s easy enough to find a human thrall and pump their body with magic. It ultimately destroys the flesh— humans are too fragile to have such power move through them after all— but for the period while the puppet is active, it can serve it’s function.” I nodded grimly casting another glance at the body. “Clean it up.” I said to my men and then turned away with her, leaving Duke to oversee my orders. We walked in quiet then, heading back to the manor. I was deep in my head again and had almost forgotten she was beside me when she spoke. “You’ve changed.” She murmured in that cryptic,

I hear the words crystal clear. “Lord Van Djik has been found dead. Outside, in the gardens”. In a split second, all forms of laxity that had been on Draaven's face disappears and just like that, he's back to Alpha Draaven again. He pauses for a full second before pushing up to his feet, heading out without as much as a word to me or the gamma that had brought the message. I push up to my feet in haste and make to follow him but he turns around so swiftly.

I growled through clenched teeth. Seizing the opportunity, James drove his sword into the puppet's chest, piercing its core. The puppet convulsed, its eyes flickering before it fell lifeless to the ground. Breathing heavily, I looked down at the fallen creature. "This was no ordinary puppet," I muttered, examining the dark, pulsating energy that still emanated from its body. "Dianne is behind this. James wiped sweat from his brow. "If Dianne is sending her puppets, she knows we're here. We need to be even more careful,” he said.

This time it wasn't a fake Henry, but even I was copied, which split itself in two, like the leech. Like Henry, I've existed copied all over, every move I use it gives the same effect. Henry uses his paper pinwheel, establishing a vortex of sand that pierces the fake Henry. And that fake guy also used the same move to attack Henry's again. All of our attacks are useless. We, Henry and I leaned back against each other, in front of the clones to be defeated. I remember Jamaica being spiritual cannot be affected, I'd better give it a try. Right when I summoned Jamaica, the flute sounded in my ears, the sound was full of art.

The puppet was draped in red clothes, and Kayson could see that the clothes were made from the seat cover of the Shengville Hotel. He guessed that it was the seat cover of the chair he had sat in just now. When one wanted to use curses to kill someone, they needed something to act as a medium. Joe pulled out a knife and slit the neck of the puppet. Kayson immediately activated the Titanium Technique. Clank! Joe’s knife let out a metal sound as soon as it touched the puppet’s neck, and his expression changed. “Energy barrier?” he shouted, but it was already too late. Kayson had already conjured up the lightning arrow and thrown it at Joe, piercing his chest effortlessly.

“Master, I can do that as well.” “No, you can’t.” To my surprise, it was Leviathan who spoke in disagreement with Mammon. “Brother, you can only mimic a human if you are possessing their body. You are incapable of creating another similar body with your magic. As much as I hate to say this, Belzeebub is the only one who can create the perfect puppet imitate the master.” In my mind, I was going to praise Leviathan for being mature enough o say it, but then he starts to bury his face in his hands and weep. “I’m sorry for being useless!” Ah. There he is. The crybaby is back in the room.