บท 222: Two Deaths And One Escapee, The Dark Mother Tree

As someone that had already died once, Bubbles didn't fear death. However, being made into an undead puppet after his death would be even worse than death!

"Keke, it's been a very long time since I've crafted an Undead Knight. I wonder if I've become rusty in my skill?"

Puhaman licked his lips as he eyed the Fallen Titan up and down, his eyes filled with white-hot fervency.

"Is it a little too extravagant of me to use a Fallen Titan of the half-deity level right on the first time I try to re-familiarize myself with the art? Should I summon a few skeletons for a little practice first?"

The Fallen Titan was creeped out by how Puhaman was eying him like a toy. He roared, "Evil Dead Souls half-deity, I'll never let you off if you dare toy with my body!"

"Keke! When you're dead, aren't you still going to be placed on the experiment table by me and be subjected to my creation process?"