Abyss Summoner-Chapter 173 - 170: Remodeling the Undead

Training is an art.

Simple suppression by force will only instill fear in the victim, not true submission.

In certain matters, Chen Feng is a perfectionist. He doesn’t just want Flora’s verbal commitment, but her complete, inner surrender to him.

It’s like training a household dog; relentless beating will foster resistance. Thus, providing rewards after the other party has done the right thing will deepen the pet’s dependency.

Poor Flora, possessing formidable skills but with feelings and experiences so innocent and pitiful. She is like a feline trapped in a quagmire, struggling but unable to escape the surrounding dark sludge.

There’s still a long time for them to spend together.

Chen Feng has ample time to train Flora into a docile, obedient pet, as this concerns his strategy in the Abyss.

Cat Race.

This is Chen Feng’s ultimate goal.

.........

The family of three Ogres was neatly placed together, aside from the cub, the other two were Silver Tier. Leaving them like this would be wasteful.

"Snap!"

A snap of the fingers.

If it’s about bodies, consultation with a professional is necessary.

"Damn... the great Saruman is slumbering..."

As for the Undead Mage’s opening remarks, Chen Feng had grown somewhat numb. This decaying skeleton, after becoming Undead, experienced its most industrious period in the Order.

Every day, the Order required the transformation of a large number of skeletons. Moreover, skeletons would be damaged. After a battle, it’s common to see missing limbs or several skeletons pieced together.

In such cases, the Undead Mage also acted as the repairman.

This highlights the difference between the Human World and the Bone Plain. Here, skeletons are consumables. When damaged, the Undead Mage would piece together new Skeleton Warriors using scattered bones. In the Bone Plain, the endless skeletons were more like disposable items, and everywhere was filled with white skeletal structures. For a high-tier skeleton like an Undead Mage, as long as the energy was sufficient, the Skeleton Warriors presented an endless supply of troops.

Chen Feng still knew nothing about this Undead Mage in front of him. The other party held a wealth of knowledge that was evident from the magic he cast, yet because he may have been an undead for too long, the Undead Mage had acquired a somewhat gloomy disposition. On most days, beyond studying the undead and sleeping, he rarely communicated with Chen Feng.

Eternal life bestowed the Undead Mage with absolute capriciousness.

The Undead Mage was still the same, clad in a mysterious cloak and wielding a Bone Staff. If he remembered correctly, this staff even incorporated an Epic Tooth.

Unlike the ornate decorations of mortal staffs, this staff was entirely made of bones, perpetually surrounded by a deathly aura, giving an eerie sensation.

The staff symbolized the Undead Mage. A good staff would augment the Mage’s destructive power.

Ignoring the other party’s discontent, Chen Feng pointed to the three corpses at his feet and said, "It’s a waste to leave them in the wilderness like this. I called you here to have you refine them into Skeleton Warriors."

Chen Feng expressed his intention.

The Earth-Boring Giant Worm was a terrifying enemy. Before encountering it, Chen Feng sought to bolster his strength. Even if the two Silver Skeletons retained only half their former power, their fearless nature could still cause trouble for the enemy.

The Soul Fire in the Undead Mage flickered, akin to human contemplation. As his thoughts deepened, the flames in his eye sockets flared fiercely.

As a mage just a step away from entering the Gold Tier, Saruman’s mind stored countless dark secret skills.

Chen Feng waited silently.

After observing for a while, the Undead Mage seemed intrigued. He approached the Ogres and gently prodded the corpses with his staff.

A moment passed.

Like the whispers of ghosts, a voice murmured in Chen Feng’s ear, "These bodies are freshly dead. It’s wasteful to make them into skeletons. Better to refine them into Undead Zombies."

Chen Feng nodded and responded, "You’re the expert in this. There’s no need to seek my advice."

Every field has its expert. While Chen Feng was a Summoner, he wasn’t adept in Undead Transformation. Hence, he entrusted this entire matter to the Undead Mage.

As a devoted follower of Dark Magic, the Undead Mage had experimented with such transformations countless times. He raised the staff, and soon, sounds reminiscent of ghostly wails emanated from the staff.

A violent will emerged around them, creating an unbearable chill akin to being submerged in an icy cave, where even breathing was challenging.

Soon, the male Ogre, initially lying on the ground, slowly stood up. Its eyes, gray and devoid of consciousness, swayed as though newly awakened, like a drunken man.

Reviving the dead.

This is the first step in transforming into the undead.

Then, the transformed Undead Ogre crouched, opening its massive jaws to bite onto the corpses of its wife and child.

"Grind, grind..."

The sound of grinding teeth echoed.

"Crack, crack!"

The Ogre’s terrifying teeth, unbelievably sharp, devoured the heads of those two corpses in a few bites, swallowing them completely.

What was once a supportive family now saw the male Ogre consuming them entirely. It resembled a relentless Taotie, endlessly devouring the flesh of the other. During this process, the Ogre’s body gradually swelled, its head, arms, and legs began to deform, becoming completely bloated.

More frightening was its expanding stomach. After devouring the last piece of flesh, the belly burst open with a "bang."

Blood continually oozed out, emitting a nauseating stench.

Cursed creature!

Modified by the Undead Mage and having devoured its wife and child, this undead creature was inherently cursed. Its stomach constantly bled and oozed bile. To survive, it must continue eating to ensure abundant energy.

The Ogre retained all its previous power, now even more terrifying. With its undying nature, as long as its head remained intact, it was destined to battle relentlessly.

A perfect transformation.

Although only one out of the three Ogres was ultimately transformed, this undead took the path of elite evolution, possessing far greater potential than ordinary skeletons.

What name should it bear?

Born cursed, devouring its wife and child upon birth, the potent resentment could corrupt even the purest heart.

So...

We’ll call you Abomination.