The vast Nightmare Realm is not as desolate as it seems, and although the sky here is always a leaden gray and sprinkled with snowflake ashes, traces of life are still present except in certain areas.

The ocean is the cradle of life, no matter what the world.

Whitescale is a hunter of a small fish-man colony with a stone spear of his own, and unlike other green-scaled fishmen, his scales are a dull grayish-white color, which makes him stand out underwater from the black rocks, and also gives rise to his strong body and flexible brain.

Although the fish-people have a human form, the form of the settlement is more similar to that of a wolf pack, with the strongest male as the leader, then the female as the guard, and the remaining males are either driven away or, like white scales, become the hunters of the settlement.

Only the strongest ones can become hunters and have their own stone spears, because each of them is the reserve of the leader, ready to fight for the position that belongs to the leader after the leader is injured and weakened, or even inexplicably dies.

This renewal is essential for the entire Fish-Man Settlement, as well as ensuring that each leader is the most powerful or the most cunning.

If time passes and nothing happens, such as an entire group suddenly being swallowed by an inexplicable mouth, being wiped out by a swarm of flying snakes, or something else, White Scale will become the new leader of the Fish-Man Settlement, which has only a dozen members.

Because he is both strong and cunning at the same time.

The fish-people did not reject the idea of people of different colors, their chaotic and savage brains had no other thoughts at all, but the striking color of the scales still caused great trouble to the white scales, and even the matter of life and death, because usually the prey could find him from a great distance.

In order to survive, he had to train his body so that he could swim faster and stronger, and at the same time he worked hard to develop his not brilliant brain, and if he had to make an IQ statistic for the entire Black Sea Green-scaled Fishman, he would be one of the best in the world.

However, the current white scales have encountered some trouble.

The fish-man settlements were divided into countless settlements, roaming the vast Black Sea, looking for food or a safe place to avoid any danger that might arise, and not long ago, White Scale and his people were separated.

Or not to say that they were scattered, they had been tossing and turning in the black rocks as usual, whatever they could eat, but suddenly, a great will came to their minds, commanding them, driving them somewhere, and giving them violent and bloodthirsty thoughts.

Without hesitation, the entire settlement was driven by an unknown being to frantically move in the direction indicated, a will so powerful and vast that no creature could give birth to the idea of refusal, except for the white scales.

His relatively nimble brain helped him make the right choice at the last minute, plunging headlong into a small cavern and getting stuck in it.

What happened next, White Scale didn't know, only that when he came to his senses, his body was scarred, the scales had fallen off, and he had appeared in a completely unfamiliar sea.

It seemed that he was finally driven by that will to break free, but when he swam here, that will came to an abrupt halt, as if it had appeared, and disappeared abruptly.

White Scale felt fear like never before.

Even when facing the terrifying giant sea monster, he had never been so afraid, this unknown situation could not be understood by his brain, so the moment he recovered himself, he quickly turned around and wanted to leave this place.

He didn't have any deep affection for his own people, but it was a pity that he had already gained some of the favor of the female fishmen, and it only took a chance for him to replace the original leader and spread his own descendants.

Now he can only become a wandering fishman.

But isn't the surrounding environment wrong?

Swimming and swimming, White Scale looked at the gradually reddening waters around him, and doubts flashed in his eyes.

What he didn't know was that after the sense of drive disappeared, his instincts sensed danger, so he instinctively moved in the direction away from the realm of blood, and when he came back to his senses, he thought it was the direction he was driven to go.

So as he turned around, he found that the sea water around him was getting redder and redder, as if something had mixed with the sea water and gradually penetrated into his body, and some strange change had occurred.

His body became larger and more streamlined, and the dark green dead fish eyes were gradually filled with blood, and an unprecedented force began to surge in his body, and the originally gray scales seemed to be soaked in the blood around him, turning into a dark red like coagulated blood.

White Scale didn't notice that he had unconsciously turned into a blood scale, but he instinctively felt that his surroundings were gradually becoming more friendly, and the sea water had brought him a great will to exist.

Kill, kill every creature you can!

Use their blood and lives to please the Great Blood Lord!

Countless withered and hideous monsters surrounded him from all directions, and in the dark, White Scale felt that he could drive them, and the blood-colored spear emerged from the sea water and fell into his hand, White Scale reached out to hold it, and looked around.

The monsters of the entire Black Sea have never been so united and peaceful, and hunters and prey alike have surrounded him and obeyed his orders.

It's a brand new, his own settlement!

"For the Lord of Blood!!"

He let out a cry of will, and suddenly swung his body, swimming towards the blood-colored waters with countless turbulent currents.

......

And the existence like white scales is not just an exception, the blood realm is a natural disaster of extinction for most creatures, but the miracle of life lies in its unpredictability, some individuals who are born with blood energy will not only not be absorbed life force, but can also absorb blood energy to strengthen themselves.

For example, Suna, and now each of them, is the best choice for the spirit of blood, able to carry the will that belongs to Luen, if in religious terms, these are equivalent to the dependents of God, the Son, the existence closest to God.

"I feel that this may be the right way to open the Lord of Blood......"

In the center of the blood domain, Lu En muttered to himself, now he does not have the slightest blood energy in his body, but with a wave of his hand, the power in the blood domain can be used by him, and the consumption of infinite enhancement is gradually becoming insignificant for the rapidly expanding blood field.

Moreover, the blood realm is not just about entering and not leaving, and the fundamental ability to become the lord of blood naturally has its reasons.

As more and more life force was absorbed, the transformed blood energy was surging, and Lu En felt wisps of unusually pure unknown energy, condensed and stripped from the blood realm, and submerged into his body.

It was like drinking a large glass of ice water on dog days, and he immediately perked up, feeling that his will and even his spirit were beginning to expand and grow. 8)