Because of Carral's dislike of wizards, there is no magic circle in the basement of the Thousand Heads Tomb to provide a light source, and the entire basement should be pitch black.

But in the deepest part of the tunnel-like basement, a faint blood-red glow flickered.

It was a circular altar. The area alone is about 50 square meters.

The altar was based on black stone, on which mercury was depicted in the circle, and the five corners of the circle were placed with blocks of sulfur carved into the guts, and a thin layer of salt was sprinkled on the circle.

At this moment, Claudia was quietly curled up in the center of the circle, her face pale and bloodless. There was not a single wound on her body, but the mercury that was constantly flowing slowly on the circle had been stained with a faint layer of bright red.

“…… Really. ”

Roland squinted, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Now, he finally understood who Claudia's enemies were.

He had a premonition when he learned that Claudia had been captured and brought to the tomb of a thousand heads, but he couldn't be sure yet.

Because maybe Claudia was just caught here, not put in this circle.

But when Roland saw the functioning bloodline stripping circle, he realized that the Crowley family was in danger - it was a pity that he was a step too late, otherwise he should have been able to catch that guy.

Although the Tomb of a Thousand Heads is only a copy of the Black Iron Rank, this copy has a rather important function, that is, it is the only place other than the White Tower where the bloodline stripping ritual can be performed.

It is the fruit of the wisdom of the ancient alchemists and sorcerers - it is the fruit of the wisdom of what is still called mage.

The use of sulfur, mercury, and salt to replace the body, mind, and soul of the person performing the ritual has greatly reduced the difficulty of the ceremony, which is more difficult than the exchange of blood, and has become a simple operation like a blood transfusion.

In simple terms. It is to throw the victim into the circle, after the witchcraft ritual is completed. The bloodline of the recipient is then considered to be transformed into the bloodline of the victim.

Although the role they wanted to play at the beginning was to steal the bloodline of the silver seed and even the gold seed and increase their lifespan. But they apparently found themselves failing.

The legacy of Silver Blood is not just embodied in flesh. Physically, it is also spiritually synchronized. If you only transform your bloodline into silver blood, but don't modify the purity of your soul at the same time, then you will only end up becoming a terrible monster.

This is also known as the Ancient Hideer.

Almost all of those terrifying monsters with pure silver blood or even golden blood have awakened to their origins, and with the combat experience gained from the depths of their bloodlines, their individual combat power is far superior to that of demons of the same level. But they had lost their senses and had become a tangled mass of flesh.

However, this ritual still has its purpose of existence, which is to steal the blood of creatures of the same race.

-- For example. Kill all the heirs of a family, then steal their bloodline, and rightfully claim the inheritance of the family as the only remaining illegitimate child of the family.

Although the transformation ability of the enemies of Kabbalah is terrifying, there is a fatal flaw, that is, the root of their transformation is based on the image determined by "fantasy", not to mention imitating blood, that is, for example, selfishness. There is a birthmark or something like a deformation in the dense place that they can't reproduce if they don't know it.

So, get all the information you get now—the two enemies of Kabbalah who don't know each other, the forest where the Dusk Seed is entrenched, Bansa, who was almost destroyed from the inside by the Dusk Seed three years later, the terrifying Crowley family, who is obviously a hereditary count but keeps a low profile, and the replica of Claudia, who has been outdated for a month...... And finally. The ritual table that steals the bloodline and the ritual hoster who disappeared.

Roland's eyes narrowed.

There is no doubt that the pawns planted by the Twilight infected who unleashed a wave of destruction in Bansar are undoubtedly the Crowleys. And the means is to let the enemies of Kabbalah steal the blood of the Crowley family, use the Crowley family as a wedge to nail into Bansa, and destroy this behemoth from within.

Roland's previous suspicions of the Kabbalah enemies had taken a fancy to Claudia's mind revealed the truth - what they wanted was Claudia's memories of the Crowley family and some secrets.

Wait until Claudia's blood is completely drained. She will inevitably be devastated and dying. At this time, as long as the enemy of Kabbalah eats her head, it can turn into a Claudia without any flaws. Blend in with the Crowley family.

In that case, just find another way to kill Edward. The Crowley family has become the clutches of these dusk-believing dregs.

If Roland had been ten minutes late, maybe they would have succeeded.

“…… Cut. It's really fast. ”

Roland looked around with the characteristics of the twilight contact, but he didn't feel any sense of empathy. So he quickly determined that the enemy of the Kabbalah should have run away from the gap.

The organizer of this ritual is supposed to be in league with Roland's first enemy of the Kabbalah, and possibly even the mother of the young enemy of the Kabbalah.

And the second enemy of Kabbalah who is guarding here should be responsible for another thing, such as tricking Marken and Claude into making them find out about Claudia's disappearance a little later.

If Roland was not mistaken, there were spies who had entered at dusk in the very minions that Claudia had brought with her at the Oak Lock. Otherwise, the second enemy of Kabbalah would not have known Roland's name, but he did not know that he and Claudia were not familiar enough to call him by his name.

…… Of course, after today, it will be fine.

Roland stepped forward, his right hand running through Claudia's leg, his left hand gently holding her back, picking her up and removing her from the ritual ring.

Her eyes were still closed, her long eyelashes trembled, and she let out a faint moan of pain. groaned, but the body was visibly relaxed.

Roland wasn't nervous.

That's normal.

In the Blood Stripping Circle, the feeling that a person should have is a cold feeling that the whole body is paralyzed and unable to move, and the blood flows away from the body drop by drop. That feeling is enough to give a person the hallucination of death, and if the volitional attribute is not high enough, they may even be scared to death by nightmares when the blood loss reaches a lethal level.

When Claudia was removed from the circle, the despair and fear of constant blood loss disappeared in an instant, and her consciousness began to awaken, but because her body was too weak, she would have a fever for a while.

However, if Roland dealt with it a little now, her pain would be much less.

Roland carefully placed her on the ground to keep her back from touching the cold ground, and then placed his right hand on her forehead, which shimmered with a warm light green.

- The Touch of Healing.

The gentle energy of nature turned into the warmest life force, slowly flowing from her head into her body like warm milk. Such warmth is enough for her not to have nightmares, and the disease caused by blood loss will not continue to worsen.

After that, if you want to heal her, you need the prayer that the Eternal Sleep Master has just given.

Roland only now realized why the Elder Sleep had given him an innocuous chant at this time. One of the old moms. The feeling of crying and laughing when he was forced to go on a blind date slowly rose in Roland's heart.

…… Boss, don't make trouble, how can I have the American time to fall in love now?

However, although he felt strange in his heart, Roland's face was still grim, and his right index finger pressed on Claudia's forehead.

"May all the glory be to the teacher—"

As if afraid to wake Claudia, Roland whispered in a low, hoarse voice:

"You have the power to strengthen me, because I am in accord with the gospel which thou hast preached, and in the truth which thou hast revealed."

A gentle silvery-white glow flickered from Roland's right index finger, and Roland quickly drew a cross on Claudia's forehead.

To his surprise, the silver light flickered instead of disappearing as if it had been pressed against Claudia's forehead.

This shows that she has no faith now, and that the innocuous chanting from the Sleeping Master has had a profound effect on her like the art of baptism.

…… She's not a priest of the goddess of war?!

Roland was startled. (To be continued......)