A few drops of warm blood dripped onto the freshly drawn Spiritual Array. The moment they fell, the blood seemed to gain a life of its own, rapidly spreading along the entire magic technique, and then a swath of crimson gathered on the cold mechanical body.
Yu Sheng thought for a moment and still felt a bit uneasy. Taking advantage of the fact that the wound hadn't healed, he squeezed a bit more blood onto a few ritual candles, and with the last bit left, he directly smeared it on the forehead of the artificial saintess' body.
Then he looked up and saw a few technicians giving him a subtle look, instantly putting on a serious face and saying, "This is called rigor."
The technicians glanced at each other, then at the obviously operational alchemy magic technique, and thought about Yu Sheng's reputation as a "Dark Angel expert," each convincing themselves that perhaps this is how the Hidden Monastery's angel technology made Mechanical Souls.
