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In a lighted room on the 4th floor of the swamp tower, a blood-colored fluorescent light up, and a loud bang came out of the window, blasting the red-eyed crow into a bloody mist.

"Hmph, this is the fourth!What does that Hawkeye want to do?" Mary gently put away the blood bow in her hand and scolded hatefully, "Do you need to talk to him now?"

"Looks like they're merging again!" replied Grim nonchalantly, busy.

Mary tilted her head to think about it, and nodded in agreement with Grim's point.

Hawkeye, once one of the top three, is now a high-level apprentice at best. If the other party dares to send these miscellaneous soldiers to monitor them again and again, there must be someone behind them. And in the swamp tower at this time, the only one who can do this is the evil insect Ntik.

The residences on the 4th floor are mostly for official wizards, so in addition to the super luxurious and comfortable bedrooms, they are equipped with a dedicated study and a small laboratory. At this moment, Grim was meticulously lying on the miniature alchemy table, observing the changes of that drop of primordial blood through the special witch array.

For several days, he had tried almost all the methods of sorcery in order to activate the genetic activity of this drop of primordial blood. In the end, it was discovered that only the blood full of energy could revive this drop of primordial blood. So, Grim slit his wrist and poured his blood, which was full of fire-based energy, into the cultivation tube.

Soon, he got a tube of boiling blood that had undergone a slight mutation.

No, seriously, it doesn't feel like a tube of blood, but more like a blood monster trapped in a test tube.

The blood infused by Grim was quickly consumed by the original blood, and then contaminated and alienated into the blood of a vampire that was identical to his own. Although the fire energy impregnated in Grim's blood also killed a large number of vampire blood factors, under the attack of the blood factors infected by the successive infections, the fire energy was neutralized, and all Grim's blood was infected and mutated.

Then, the tube of blood became a blood monster that seemed to have self-awareness, constantly pulling out needle-like tentacles from the sticky blood body, and frantically stabbing at the walls of the solid vulcanized test tubes. If it weren't for the fact that the walls of the vulcanized pipes were not inferior to the magic alloys, I am afraid that they would have escaped.

As he watched their movements, Grim sighed in admiration.

It's amazing, it's amazing! In this strange world of high magic, even a drop of primordial blood of a high-level vampire can display such terrifying destructive power. It is conceivable that when a vampire injects this blood factor into its prey, I am afraid that the life and death of the enemy will be in its hands.

Could it be that high-level vampires can create blood slaves on a large scale, and the secret is hidden here?

That drop of primordial blood, after assimilating so much blood, also hid itself deeply in the blood mass. If Grim hadn't relied on the assistance of the chip and attached a trace of spiritual identification to it early on, I am afraid that even he would have found out the true location of the original blood from the blood that was constantly deforming and changing the epidermal structure.

The energy required for the crazy activity of the blood mass comes from the nutrients of the internal blood factors to break down themselves, so the more intense it moves, the more crazy the action, and the smaller its own volume. It's like a raging flame, and the fuel is itself.

When it finally realized that it could not escape the predicament, the blood clump finally quieted down and began to go into hibernation. By this time, it had gone from the size of an egg to the size of a thumb. According to chip estimates, this thumb-sized mass of blood is enough to sustain it for half a year. It is only when it encounters external stimuli that it re-enters the active state.

Are vampires from another world so scary? Or is there something special about the vampire that Anderson and they are fighting around?

It's no wonder that after Mary became a vampire, she was slightly intellectually impaired and her temperament became irritable and irritable. Whoever is filled with this kind of blood that may spontaneously combust and boil at any time can no longer be as calm and delicate as usual.

Based on the properties of this drop of primordial blood, Grim has reason to suspect that when the owner of the blood is close enough, it is even possible to re-manipulate the blood, and then control the mind and life of the blood host.

To this end, Grim searched all the records and experimental descriptions related to vampires in depth, and pieced together the direction and path puzzle of the vampire clan's enhanced evolution little by little, trying to find ways and means for Mary to break through the current blood shackles.

Mary is an alienated vampire after all, and to put it mildly, she is just a slightly more advanced blood slave. Once that high-ranking vampire appeared in front of Mary, she probably didn't even have a chance to control her own destiny. Therefore, the purpose of Grim's crazy research on the original blood is to cut off the spiritual connection between the alienated blood and its source bloodline, so as to make her the true master of her body!

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Entrance to the Enchanted Swamp.

It's still the same barren and desolate hillside.

With a piercing scream, a witch dressed in gray wizard's robes and wearing a gray peaked hat descended from the sky on her flying broomstick and stepped into the wilderness.

When she stepped off the broom with difficulty, a lively and lovely beautiful girl who looked like a doll jumped out of the back behind her. A pale yellow princess dress, baby-faced, not tall, and holding a golden birdcage in her hand, it was the same Alice who suffered a big loss in the Enchanted Swamp last time.

"Grandma, this is it!" Although Alice looked sweet, when she saw the familiar scene in front of her, her blue eyes burst out with hatred: "Those bastards who bullied me live in it!"

The witch who was turned into a grandmother by Alice looked old and didn't look good.

Beneath the crooked, filthy peaked hat was the face of an ugly, aging woman, covered with wrinkled bark-like folds, an eagle's hooked nose like an eagle's beak, cloudy gray eyes, and scorched and mutilated teeth. She was hunched over, holding the flying broomstick in her hand, and she couldn't help but gasp for a long time when she moved slightly.

But such a weak old witch who could fall to the ground and die at any time had a terrifying and terrifying powerful mental fluctuation.

When she was gasping for breath with a broom in her hand, she took out a dirty black pottery cake from her bosom and coldly ordered, "Go, Alice, pinch this into powder and scatter it in the swamp!"

Although the old witch's voice was old, her words had a power that did not dare to disobey, and Alice, who was so out-of-the-box and tricky, did not dare to disobey her will, and obediently walked to the enchanted swamp with the clay cake in her hand, crushed it into powder, and sprinkled it little by little into the swamp shrouded in thick mist.

And while doing these tasks, Alice even laid a thin space barrier on her hands, never allowing her skin to come into contact with the inconspicuous pottery cake. An object taken out of the arms of the witch Endor, if there is no terrifying poison on it, then the name of the poisonous witch cannot be recited so loudly!

Sure enough, not long after the pottery cake was sprinkled, a new mist rose from the damp swamp, blending into the swamp mist bit by bit. As the new mist spreads across the Enchanted Swamp, all the monsters living in the area have been wiped out.

A red-eyed crow that landed on the ghost tree at the edge of the magic swamp was tilting its head to look at the two outsiders who suddenly appeared, and the fluffy black bird feathers suddenly exploded silently, and the scattered flesh and bone fragments turned into new blood mist and melted into the air.

Following the direction of the mist's spread, all individuals with magical elements, whether plants or animals, exploded the moment they came into contact with the mist. The ordinary plants that were close at hand to them were unaffected.

As a result, as the invisible mist spread, the red-eyed crows, killing trees, vampire vines, green spotted snakes, ghost women, baby monsters, and even those parasitic demon insects all burst suddenly as they roamed freely in their habitats. When a large number of monsters die, the remaining individuals are those who have a keen sense of danger. They could no longer care about the monster realm of the Enchanted Swamp, and they all used their fastest speed to flee in the direction away from the mist.

At first, such a commotion was limited to the outer periphery of the Magic Swamp, but when the water mist invaded layer by layer, slowly invading the inner perimeter of the Magic Swamp, a monster rampage finally appeared.

And at this time, the wizard apprentices who were patrolling finally realized that something was wrong, and under the reports layer by layer, the entire swamp tower began to light up layer by layer.

Compared to the regular wizarding towers of the Dark Crypt, the towers of the Enchanted Swamp are much more rudimentary and weakened. Although most of the facilities inside are complete, the monitoring of the entire swamp area is much weaker.

Although the Sarubo family has also prospered in history, with the long absence of the fourth-order wizard and the birth of a new fourth-order wizard, the prestige and power of the entire family have not been as good as before.

With such a small resource point as the one in front of them, the Sarupo family also did not have the financial resources to build a regular wizard tower to protect it, so they could only replace it with a weakened tower. Therefore, at the moment of invasion of a powerful enemy, the reaction appears clumsy and slow.

When the Enchanted Swamp is in turmoil, Wizard Anderson, who controls the Swamp Tower, finally walks out of the Witchcraft Lab and quickly locates the enemy's position.

With a muffled sound of Hitomi, dust and grass clippings were gathering on the hillside outside the entrance, and Wizard Anderson suddenly appeared in front of the old witch after spanning nearly ten miles of space.