Chapter 139: The Near-God Race

The huge energy underground gradually began to dry up under the absorption of generations of blood clansmen, and the energy became weaker and weaker, which already made them a little disgusted.

Just as the Blood Clan was about to give up, the energy finally dissipated, and a huge black mist rose into the sky, enveloping the entire city. On that day, the race that was about to dominate completely disappeared from this continent.

The thick black mist smelled of rancid and death, and anyone who touched the mist was infected with a severe plague, and the skin began to decay in just one day, and the pain tormented these people almost every second.

The entire city sank into the ground after the energy was gone, and a huge stone slab sealed the top completely, burying all the people alive in the darkness.

There is no food, no water, and the worst plague will not stop, and only death awaits them.

The patriarch of the blood clan did not complain about anything, but tried his best to win over the clansmen to build this tower, sealing all the past on the top floor, hoping that there would be people who escaped the plague and could inherit all the hopes of the blood clan in the tower, so that the entire race could return to the land.

At the beginning of the establishment, there was nothing on the first floor. The scorpion on the second floor is the totem and symbol of the Blood Clan, and the third layer is undoubtedly the blood of the Blood Clan, who used magic to bring the dogs of the entire city here before they died.

Dogs represent loyalty, hoping that they can always be guarded, and the skull of the blood giant is the blood clan patriarch, as for the fourth layer of this skull, it is formed by the team leader after the death of all the blood clansmen, fused, a small stone cup in the skull carries the blood power of all the blood clan, and it is also the only hope left.

As long as someone drinks it, the bloodline can be reborn, and the legacy will not disappear.

"Sister Luo Xin.." Man Xiaoman was a little scared, this movie-like picture made people a little immersive.

Especially the scene where the blood clan committed suicide in the tower at the end is awe-inspiring and full of fear at the same time. Before they died, their flesh and skin were rotten, without any skin, and their eyes were covered in blood.

The patriarch was the last to commit suicide, and his appearance was the most tragic. The skin is completely gone, the flesh is rotting, and the two eyes have no eyelids, as if they are glued to the head, and they are disgusting to look at.

He was almost always screaming in pain before he died, and every few steps he took would fall off his body like a clump of red mud. This race, which was almost invincible, was finally plagued by this plague, and no one could have imagined it.

Perhaps this is the reason why the Bloods have not been recorded in the entire continent of Buckdor, they have been dormant for too many years, and finally died in silence.

Man Xiaoman is still young after all, and the impact of these terrifying pictures is still too big for her. Luo Xin was a little worried, and could only hope that it wouldn't leave any shadow or something like that on her young heart, otherwise she would be a big sin...

On the other side, Lu Huo and Ying Tong fell on a ledge and had not woken up yet. Below is the scorching magma, bubbles rising from the lava. There was also an old man beside him who was throwing things into it, and small wooden sticks were thrown from the old man's hand, and they disappeared when they fell into the magma and could not even stir up any turmoil.

Lu Huo was sent directly through, and Ying Tong fell from above, so he lost a lot of blood, but fortunately, the old man didn't mean to hurt the two, otherwise he wouldn't have any ability to resist at all in the current situation.

"Ahem, ahem.." With a slight cough, Ying Tong woke up first, and touched Lu Huo with a slight movement of his arm, pushing twice, but the latter did not react at all.

"Don't try, he won't wake up for a while," the old man said, staring directly at the magma and not at the two.

Ying Tong subconsciously protected Lu Hui and looked at the old man vigilantly.

This old man is not an entity, looking directly at a kind of afterimage, the two eyes have no pupils, only the whites of the eyes are left, and the withered face looks a little terrifying under the molten light.

"Y-Who are you!?" Ying Hitomi asked vigilantly, holding the staff in her hand, ready to fight back at any time.

"Me? I'm just a man who has been killed by God."

"Those who have been put to death by God." Hitomi repeated, feeling a little wrong. It's just that she didn't see the history of the Bloodline and didn't quite know what he was talking about.

The old man turned his head to look at Ying Tong, "You are the first person to break into my territory in so many years. Let me ask you, are you willing to accept the inheritance of our clan and inherit the will and responsibility of our clan? ”

"W-What do you mean?"

"I ask you, are you willing to become a member of my blood clan and let my clan reappear on the continent?"

"Bloodline?"

The old man nodded, "Yes, Bloodline. Have you not even heard of my people? ”

"I—I'm just a player, haven't heard of it.." Ying Hitomi was a little nervous, she was a little frightened by the old man's appearance.

The old man's entire face was now like dry bark, his eyes were sunken, his eyes were snow-white, and they shone like two glass beads under the reflection of magma.

However, his figure was still tall, a head taller than Ying Tong, his figure was strong, but his hands had turned into white bones, and he looked down on her with a strong sense of coercion.

"Hehe, there are still people who don't know about my bloodline? It seems that our people have indeed disappeared for too long."

The old man cried and laughed, but it was actually more like self-deprecation, and a feeling of sadness welled up in his heart. At this moment, Lu Huo also woke up, instantly took out his double blades, and stood next to Ying Tong, "Are you okay, what's the situation with him?" ”

"He said he was a Blood."

The old man was a little surprised, he didn't expect his sleeping magic to fail, and looked at Lu Hui with a slight doubt.

Before Lu Huo could be surprised, Ao Ang began to be a little restless, and without waiting for Lu Hui's summoning, it actually appeared in the light by itself.

"Whew!! Oh!! When it appeared, it let out a roar at the old man, as if it had a deep hatred.

The old man chuckled, "Hehe, I didn't expect the Shenlong clan to still exist in this world, but it's not good to look at you."

As he spoke, he took out a magic staff and waved it casually, and a blood-colored line instantly wrapped around Ao Ang, and it instantly lost its support when it floated in the air, and fell at the feet of the old man, next to it was molten lava, and almost died.

"Hehe, your divine dragon and my blood clan are the closest races to the gods, I can't imagine that you are willing to be a human slave, it's just an insult! Disgrace! The old man roared angrily.

Ao Ang seemed a little unconvinced, and roared under his breath, but it couldn't break free.

"Who the hell are you? What's the purpose of teleporting us here?! ”

(End of chapter)