The two left the hotel and walked down Avenue Theodosius in Constantinople.

"I don't really understand." Peggy said, "Asker is probably trying to recruit her, why would you want to dissuade her from becoming a transcendent in the first place?" ”

"No, I'm not dissuaded." Aske shook his head, "I'm just reminding her that there's a risk of being a transcendent. You've heard of the threshold effect, right? Tell the customer that you can try it out with one credit, and when the customer has paid, you can convince him to pay nine credits for it, which is more likely to succeed than if you sold him ten credits at the beginning. ”

To put it bluntly, being non-human is only a matter of conflict of self-perception, and this is the most insignificant of the negative effects faced by the transcendent. I haven't mentioned the loss of control of the flesh and the collapse of reason, which are the great dangers that will lead to the fall of the transcendent. If I had said it directly, I was afraid that they would have scared them away on the spot. ”

"What is the loss of control of the flesh and the collapse of reason?" Peggy immediately became a little nervous.

"To reach the end of the bloodline path, you need to reach level ten, which means taking a total of ten potions." Aske explained, "There are many sequences of potions, and most of them conflict with each other, so the further you go, the more likely they are to collapse. The loss of control of physical power can cause you to irreversibly turn into a monster, and the collapse of mental power can turn you into a madman. ”

"Then the two vampire routes you said ......"

"It's an ancient hidden organization (player forum) that, after many experiments, has been screened out with less risky potion combinations and the most rewarding potions." Asker sighed, "The two Bloodline routes are also secret knowledge that almost no one knows about these days, so don't tell them about it. ”

"You've told them." Peggy was a little helpless.

"It's okay, the two of them will join us." Asker is confident.

The Golden Oriole Tavern.

At a time when location is becoming more and more important to business, the business of the Golden Oriole Tavern near the city walls has been depressed to the point that it can no longer be depressed, and only the old residents of the neighborhood occasionally come over for a drink, lamenting that the tavern will close down at some point.

What no one knows is that as a secret intelligence base of the Seljuk Empire in the Eastern Solomonic Empire, this tavern will never go out of business due to "poor management" - unless it is discovered by the Imperial Military Intelligence Agency.

The vampire Moris, with a sad expression, walked down the third-floor corridor to the room at the end of the corridor and knocked on the door in a certain rhythm.

The door opened.

She immediately pushed the door open and entered. Closing the door, the vampire fell to his knees and begged in a trembling voice:

"My master, the stronghold of the Achilles family was uprooted by the Church, and this is indeed my mistake......"

"You're not in a position to plead, Moris." The voice behind the curtain said grimly, "You will have your limbs broken, your spirit imprisoned, and thrown into the gladiatorial arena surrounded by the river of brimstone, and let the Devil Lord decide your life and death...... If it weren't for my majesty's intercession for you. ”

"Thank you, my gracious master, I thank you." The vampire is busy kissing the ground, expressing his submission and loyalty.

"My mercy is not without a price, Moris." As the female voice sounded, a round table on wheels was pushed out, on which was a bottle of potion in a bottle.

The potion is a viscous and cloudy liquid, milky white mixed with bright red lines, and orange-red swirls appear in some places, which makes people feel itchy and unbearable when they look at it, as if the skin and flesh of the whole body are rebelling and rioting.

"It's ...... Flesh II's potions? The vampire Moriss said in a trembling voice. There was a faint longing in her voice, but more of a fear, "My master, but I applied for a potion of mind control I......"

"Do you think you're still qualified to bargain with me in this case?" The female voice said coldly, "Take it, or die." ”

The vast majority of potions sequences have I and II. Sequence II is far superior to Sequence I, but it is also more dangerous to clash with different sequences. Like most entry-level transcendents, the vampire Morris didn't plan to get the first Sequence II that quickly, as it would make her much more likely to lose control of the new Sequence in the future.

However, there is a saying that "the situation is stronger than the person". She hadn't yet digested the extraordinary power of the Level 1 potion, and the one behind the curtain was already a Level 2 Transcendent.

You can't beat it. If you don't accept Flesh II, you can only die. For those behind the scenes, a vampire who has ascended to Flesh II is better able to carry out her mission in Constantinople, and who cares about her own wishes?

At this point, she had no choice.

Trembling and picking up the bottle, the vampire Molis uncorked it and poured it down with a look of despair and death.

The anomaly began with her head, which turned red as if it had been burned by fire, and then crimson all the way down to her neck.

Flesh II's extraordinary strength trait can be described in two words: "savagery". Like a nomad from the steppe, the domineering supernatural power instantly invaded every cell of her.

For a moment it was as if her whole body was rioting, screaming, wailing, she scratched at her skin in pain, fine, disgusting granulations growing in some places, and cheesey, pitted necrotic tissue in others.

The supernatural power was still penetrating deeper into her body, muscles, connective tissues, mucous membranes, and internal organs, and the pain was spreading like a virus, and she only felt as if her body had become a volcano about to erupt, and before it erupted, it had corroded her mountain to a thousand holes!

It wasn't until two-thirds of her skin was scratched or decayed that the mutations caused by Flesh II subsided. The vampire Moris, convulsing on the ground, nearly passed out.

From beginning to end, the people behind the curtain did not make any sound, just watched her struggle as if nothing was on the sidelines. The vampire Molis stood up in collapse and bowed wakily behind the veil.

Then she turned and pulled the door open and stumbled out.

Before Flesh I had finished digesting it, forcibly ingesting Flesh II caused her a lot of damage. She urgently needed to find a place to digest the potion and calm her spirit as soon as possible, otherwise the mutation would likely break out again.

And if she gets out of control, she has no doubt that the one behind the curtain will kill her immediately.

"Damn it, old virgin!" As he descended the stairs, the vampire Moriss thought viciously, "If I could get to level 3 early......"

“…… I will confine her in a coffin, insert a blood-extracting needle into the most delicate part of her body, and provide the lowliest blood servants to abuse at will......"

Walking down the stairs, she looked up and saw Aske and Peggy standing in the doorway.

The moment the three of them looked at each other, the expression of the vampire Morris was surprise and surprise, Peggy was hatred and rage, and Aske was ......

Aske had no expression, as if he had finally brushed out the hidden boss according to the strategy steps, and his heart had no waves.

"Kill you!" Peggy, who is dominated by rage, has completely abandoned her reason and bursts at full speed like lightning. The vampire Morgas just flicked his hand—her arm suddenly turned into a massive fleshy whip and threw out, crushing Peggy to the ground.

Countless skeletal spikes burst out from the end of the whip, nailing Peggy to death in an instant. Accompanied by Peggy's cry of pain, Morouss also let out a scream.

Her right eye was punctured, leaving a black hollow.

The bullet came from Asker's rapid-fire pistol, Aphrodite, who quickly panned his arm, aimed at his left eye and pulled the trigger again. Although Flesh II no longer has fatal injuries, it is still possible to lose sight for a short time if both eyes are blown out. The vampire Moriss hurriedly activated the ability.

Flesh Transfer! Flesh II's transcendent beings were able to move their organs freely, only to see her eyes sink in an instant, and at the same time as the bullet exploded in place, her eyeballs emerged from the flesh whip.

Peggy has been stuck with bone spurs. The vampire Moriss once again whipped his flesh whip and slammed it towards him at super-high speed.

If a pro were to watch, they would have laughed at the stupidity of the vampire Moris. Fearing being shot in the eye, she shifted her eyeballs to the high-speed Flesh Whip, which caused the vampire's own perspective to change frequently, resulting in a large number of blind spots that flickered away.

Asker, who is also a professional level, will naturally not let go of this mistake of his opponent. I saw him take a step sideways without hurrying, dodging the blow with almost scalp precision, and at the same time quickly reloading his gun with both hands.

Since the whip landed on Asker's back with his eyeballs in the air, Asker's frontal hand movements could not be seen in the vampire's field of vision.

In the next second, the gunfire exploded like thunder, and in an instant, Asker's and Peggy's ears were filled with a loud buzz, and the vampire Molis was even worse - under the bombardment of the 15.2mm elephant hunting shell, her entire head exploded like a watermelon.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Asker methodically continued to reload and fire, and four elephant hunting rounds nearly smashed the vampire Molis to the ground. In this case, Molis's body is still stubbornly squirming close to heal, and the strength of Flesh II can be seen.

Asker's handling is even more skilled. He drew his sword, and with a stroke he split the vampire's flesh in four and brought it to the four corners of the room and pressed it against a table and chair.

No matter how strong Flesh II was, there was nothing he could do about it, and soon the vampire Morphos finally died amid the unwilling wails around him, and the crimson transcendent properties emerged from the four piles of flesh.

Peggy, who was lying on the ground, stopped struggling, and just stared at the pile of flesh in a daze. Asker stepped forward slowly, gathering the otherworldly traits of his flesh.

Every time he picked one, he put it in his palm and pinched it hard, absorbing the extraordinary power inside (the transcendent trait itself needs to be made into a potion to absorb it, so the hand pinching Dafa can only absorb the power inside, which will cause the original trait to escape). The feeling that I hadn't felt for a long time came from my body, as if a person who had been hungry for many days suddenly got food.

Picking up the last transcendent trait, he didn't pop it with his hand, but turned around and stuffed it into Peggy's mouth.

As if chewing on the flesh and blood of an enemy, Peggy bit down with hatred, and her supernatural power was like rain falling on dry land, nourishing her spirituality, which had almost dried up from repeated healing of her body.

Then she burst into tears.

"Hurry up and finish crying." Asker pressed his sword and said, "We still have something to do. ”

Peggy got up from the ground and wiped her tears hard, and the wounds on her body were almost healed.

"Let's go." She said briefly.

The two walked up the stairs to the third floor.

"Hold the staircase and wait for me to come back." Asker ordered.

"Okay." Peggy said.