章 216: God of Mischief

Inside the underground facility below the Wayne Manor, a black-haired mage was carrying different variations of magic spells and trying to mix the different specimens of corpses and bones. 

Unlike Kahn, Ceril had an inherent understanding of his abilities & magical skills that were passed down to him from the memories of the undead summoner. Just that he too needed to practice and get experienced so he could make his own body compatible with the skills first. 

At this moment, he was still in his human form and hence, his attributes were reduced by 20 levels. But to diligent researchers like him, this was also an opportunity to test his limits and improve upon them. 

In front of him were 14 dried dead bodies. Each of them belonging to different species such as humans, demi-humans, centaurs, botirs and thralls.