The ordeal gave him a brief pleasure, like taking drugs, and he became obsessed with it.

And after all the ordeal, this feeling quietly disappeared, leaving only emptiness and numbness.

The blood bat had no hope for life, and he began to commit suicide by cutting his wrists, but the light that filled his body blessed him again and again.

He was desperate at first, but then he began to listen to the sound of his own bleeding, which made him happy.

Eventually, he became enamored with the sound of bleeding, and he killed the entire monastery.

He became irritable, he hated this single method, so he gave up the light of his life and turned to magic.

The Blood Bat is worthy of being a genius, and his cultivation of magic has also advanced by leaps and bounds, and soon he has his own series of formed magic, and finally even developed a half-finished rune weapon: the Blood Knife.

Yes, the Blood Bat is the real leader behind the Bloody Knife, and on the surface he is just a liaison to the assassins, and only the leader of the Bloody Knife knows his true identity.

Half a year ago, the Blood Bat found that the darkness had become thicker, and he hated being a wizard without hesitation, so he gave up his magic and began to contact the darkness.

The madly obsessed with happiness of the Blood Bat is simply too dark to be darker, and his greed engraved in his genes is quickly discovered by the darkness, and then unsurprisingly contracted thirst.

Like mania, thirst can also be accelerated, and the method is a large amount of blood, which is almost frenzied, but for the blood bat, everything is nothing.

He built a pool of blood, soaked himself in it, and after a month, the pool dried up and he succeeded in becoming a vampire.

Yesterday morning, the blood bat was deliberately caught in, and today, to carry out his true plan, to hear more blood flowing, and from this sound to hear more pain.

As for his employer's plan, Gelvint, it was just a matter of handicap.

The Blood Bat inhaled in pleasure, and the other party's ten-minute pain made him unparalleled enjoyment.

For ten minutes, there was silence.

The prisoners were so frightened by him that they forgot to speak.

Suddenly, a fat man ran to the side of the cell and grabbed the railing and said to the blood bat: "Old bat, don't you like money the most, let me out, just let me out, I will give you ten gold coins, golden dragons, ten golden dragons." ”

The blood bat grinned, looked at the fat man with a fat brain, and said playfully: "Do you know what I think about every time I see you? ”

The fat man felt a little bad and took a step back: "What... What the? ”

"I think... With such a big pile of blood, the sound of soaring should be very good. ”

The fat man's pupils shrank sharply, and he sat down on the ground, trembling backwards, however, the blood bat turned into a pool of blood and easily passed through the bars of the cell.

He was like coming out of blood, and appeared in front of the fat man in an instant, and as soon as he hooked his fingers, the blood on the fat man's body began to run wildly, and he fell to the ground weakly, and let the blood bat do it with a frightened face.

The fingers easily cut through the light clothes, and the white flowers that could be compared to the noble lady's breasts were exposed, and the sharp nails were gently touched on the heart.

Just a trace of blood, accompanied by a hook of the fingers of the blood bat, the blood flew out, making a "hiss" sound.

Seem...... It's really good.

The fat man's chest rose and fell violently, and the blood in his limbs flowed towards that side.

He began to feel cold in his hands and feet, and his surroundings became darker and darker, sinking into darkness little by little, and the fat man muttered to himself, "God... Forgive ......"

Another died, and the surroundings were silent, and all the prisoners did not dare to move even a little, for fear of attracting the attention of the perverted blood bat.

With a clang, the door opened, and one of the dungeon guards shouted in a rude voice, "Tauros, what are you doing, grinding." ”

As he spoke, he walked inside, and a corpse lying on the ground caught his attention, his pupils shrank, and he drew his sword: "Who is it, who did it." ”

The prisoners raised their heads and looked at him with the eyes of a dead man.

A hoarse voice came from behind him: "It's me." ”

The dungeon guard jerked back and saw an ugly face pressed in front of him.

Yes!!!

The Dungeon Guardian took a step back in horror, the sword in his hand swinging forward, only to be hit by a cloud of exploding blood mist.

"Where are you looking?"

A hoarse voice still rang out behind him, cold sweat dripping, and the dungeon guard turned and slammed.

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and the one-handed sword was grabbed by the blood bat's grip on the blade, and then it was broken and thrown aside.

The dungeon guard quickly retreated, but when he saw that the blood bat was not chasing him, he felt a wave of joy rise in his heart when he felt a dampness in his neck.

Tick! Tick!

It's the sound of blood dripping.

Blood poured out like a waterfall of blood as the Blood Bat snapped its fingers, and the Dungeon Guardian fell to his knees, his healthy skin quickly turning pale and shriveling.

After absorbing this mass of blood, the blood bat quacked and laughed: "Venerable sir, thank you Brother Ming for reminding me, there is still a lot of blood waiting for me outside, but I can't give up that large piece for this handful." Alright, come out, my little darling. ”

As he spoke, the Blood Bat relaxed his steel-solid palm, and then the fingers of his other hand slashed through the palm, and thick blood flowed out, which he threw out at will, splitting into three strands and merging into the three corpses.

The three corpses moved, staggered to their feet, and looked at the other prisoners with bloodthirsty greed in their eyes.

The sound of Suosuo sounded, and several prisoners who had not responded at first also staggered to their feet.

"Good night, gentlemen."

The torches were extinguished, and the locks of the doors, which were once considered imprisonment and now regarded as umbrellas, were quickly severed.

Screams rang out, and the thick smell of blood spread throughout the dungeon.

The guards outside also heard the noise, and when they broke in, they ran back in fright, and locked the gate, cutting off all the prisoners inside.

Because of yesterday's big arrest, the entire dungeon was almost filled, some dungeons, and even a dozen prisoners stayed together.

It was also because of this that when they were converted into blood slaves, the number of blood slaves swelled to nearly two hundred at once.

The blood slaves began to pound the exit gate, but unfortunately, the exit gate was a large iron gate, and it was impossible for them to knock it open.

It looks like the exit is being held, but unfortunately there is a dangerous element inside.

One of the guards felt sticky under his feet, and lowered his head, only to find that his feet had become a bloody mess.

Doubts flashed in my heart, and then I lost consciousness.

Blood gushes up, covering it.

This stunned the guards around him, and hurriedly retreated, aiming his sword at him.

The Blood Bat appeared next to him, trying to open the latch of the door.

And this guard turned around, causing the other guards to jump in a beat.

At this moment, his skin was pale, his eyes were red, and he had become a blood slave.