"Ding!"

“…… Something has gone wrong with your prey, and you are sucking the soul of your prey. ”

"Soul value is rising, 102, 103...... 134…… 143……”

When he sucked the blood of the young man, this time it was different from usual, in addition to the pleasure generated by the instinct of his body, he actually found that his soul value was constantly rising!

It seemed that in addition to the warm blood, there was something inexplicable that he had sucked into his body.

Suddenly opened his eyes, Jory's eyes were stunned, and at this moment he had a very peculiar telepathy, as if through the blood of the teenager as a medium, Jory felt the emotions contained in the blood, which was the greed and unwillingness of the teenager before he died.

As for the boy's greed, Jory has an inexplicable sense, he is not for wealth, there is no hatred, and the purpose of attacking Jory at first without saying anything is to kill him and gain benefits from him.

Different languages, unable to communicate with them, but this telepathy from blood made him keenly catch the slightest hint of the sign, he let go of the boy, touched him, and took out a palm-sized disc from his arms.

Holding the disc in his hand, Jory's heart rippled, and he felt that after he had sucked the blood of the teenager, it was as if some memories and emotions had inexplicably poured into his consciousness.

The holy city called Camelot, large and small demon hunting groups, spell marks, fighting spirit, magic ......

Blurry fragments flashed through Jory's mind, he covered his head, desperately trying to catch the foreign memories that flashed in his mind, and in a trance, he saw several young and lively young people, lying together on the lawn basking in the sun. The short-haired boy said, I want to be the number one swordsman in Camelot. The sturdy young man said, I am your most solid backing, and I will go wherever you go. The lazy young man said, "My biggest dream is to sleep until I wake up naturally." And the plainly dressed girl didn't say anything, looking at the sky in a daze.

These are four young people with dreams, and this foreign memory flashed through Jory's mind...... Qiao Li couldn't help but look at the young swordsman, his body was already cold and stiff, and the young man who had been bitten to death by himself. Jory seems to know something about the past of these young people, which comes from an emotion and memory in the blood of the teenager.

Newborn calves dare to take risks, there is a saying that risk and benefit coexist, and their luck is obviously not good, and they do not have the life to reap the fruits of risk.

This is fate, the road is ahead, the choice is in oneself, fate is arranged at the end of the road, sometimes once you choose the wrong one, you may never be born.

Jory couldn't say anything about this, because, instead of killing these people, he would be killed by these people, and he didn't want to die, so he ...... He could only kill these people and keep himself alive.

Guilty, Jory had obviously killed the enemy who was hindering him from living, but his heart was extremely heavy, and there seemed to be a heavy object in his chest, making him unable to breathe. Wouldn't it be nice to kill the other party, why did he see this teenager's memory fragment when he was sucking blood?

…… No, Jory can't allow himself to hesitate, can't be merciful to the enemy, Jory has to make himself cold, no longer be merciful to the enemy, no guilt, until there is no psychological burden.

Shaking his head, Jory forcibly suppressed a trace of intolerance and kindness in his heart, revealing an indifferent face, he looked at the palm-sized disc in his hand, and couldn't read the weird letters on it, but Jory could see that the only crystal pointer was trembling and pointing at him, the transparent crystal shimmered with a silver-gray luster, and when the tip pointed at Jory himself, Jory shook the disc from side to side, and the pointer was still pointing straight at him.

Jory silently asked in his heart, "Heraldry, what is this?" If the soul value is less than 50, I want to make the answer clear. ”

"Excellent-level spell energy pointer, the range of action is 500 meters in a straight line, it can detect creatures that can refine spell marks, it needs to be charged with mana before use, when the pointer is dark blue, the spell energy pointer will lock on the creature that can refine the wisdom power, and can refine the spirit spell mark. When the pointer is dark red, the spell energy will lock onto creatures that can refine psychic powers, and can refine the soul spell seal. When the hands are bright yellow, the spell energy thumbwheel will lock on to creatures that can refine life force and willpower, and can refine the heart spirit spell seal. ”

"Excellent-level items, the excellent-level spell energy finger wheel can not only remove the three spell marks of Wisdom, Soul, and Heart, but also explore special creatures containing black spell marks, as well as rare creatures containing silver-gray spell marks."

"Please note - the Spell Finger Wheel is the technological product of the Camelot Witcher, and the people of Camelot will use the searching properties of the Spell Fingerwheel to hunt you down and refine you into a spell seal. Since you are a rare creature in the target of the Witcher, and your soul contains a Rare Spell Mark, please avoid the Witcher's range to avoid being hunted by a large number of Witchers. ”

I'm a Rare Sign? Jory suddenly felt very incredible, he was obviously still bothered about having the curse wheel gun and not having a curse mark, but at this time, the answer from the heraldry was that Jory himself was a curse mark...... No, according to the answer given by the coat of arms, Jory himself has a physique that can refine the curse seal, as long as whoever kills him and then uses the death stripping technique, he can refine his soul essence.

Wiping the blood from his mouth, Jory looked at the boy who had already stopped breathing in surprise. If it weren't for him, Jory wouldn't have known that he had such a terrible physique, and he would be a target with a treasure tied to him, and anyone who found him would be eager to hunt him.

Jory looked at his soul value, deducting the 30 soul value required to answer the question by heraldry, Jory currently has a soul value of 169, originally he used the last 12 soul value to buy a piece of clothing, there was a single-digit 2 soul value left, but I didn't expect to suck the blood of this teenager, and let myself get an income of soul value, 167 soul value rose ah! It's faster than robbing others!

Sucking blood, not only can fill the craving of Jori's body, but also restore his strength and energy, and now he can harvest soul points...... Qiao Li couldn't help but hesitate, he was indeed a little reluctant to suck human blood, but the benefits of sucking blood were all presented in front of him, and he wanted to get better benefits and enhance his own heritage, and the inhuman behavior of sucking blood was completely a shortcut that made him almost cheat.

What makes Jory uneasy is that sucking blood can suck people's souls at the same time? Isn't this a bit too sensational, and if there really is such a good thing, the soul will be flooded long ago?

In fact, Jory thought too much, he walked to the young man's corpse with the mentality of experimentation, and sent a few drops of blood from his body into his mouth, the strange feeling of sucking blood before was gone, without the telepathy in the blood, he couldn't feel the emotions contained in the blood, and the coat of arms didn't remind him of sucking the soul when he sucked blood.

Standing up with a bitter face, Qiao Li wiped the blood from his mouth with some disgust and cleaned up the blood on his body, but no matter how he wiped it, the smell of blood on his body was still strong.

Stirring the tip of his nose and sniffing, there was still a smell of blood on his clothes, Jory looked at the red coat on his body, originally he didn't like his big man wearing red clothes, but now he was a little glad that the clothes he bought were red, even if he was dyed with more blood, there would be no different color.

No matter how much blood you get stained, does it mean that you have to kill more people? Jory looked down and sighed, holding his still paralyzed shoulder, and walked out of the place step by step.

He didn't want to stay any longer, he wanted to find a place where there were no people and no corpses, and he was alone, it was time for him to choose his own principles in the future, whether to maintain the weak kindness of the past, or to become cold in order to adapt to the world.

Just over half an hour after Jory left the place, a slender figure flew by, carrying an anxious woman on her back, and when the two found the stout young man lying on the ground, the two stopped, and the female mage who had gone and returned, with a pair of eyes that were almost desperate, walked to the young man's corpse.

The young man's corpse was already cold and stiff, his face was blue and black, his nostrils were still oozing black and red blood, his eyes were turned upward, and his entire corpse, the skin was no longer the waxy yellow of a normal corpse.

"Don't touch him, it's poisonous."

An arm as white as jade stopped in front of the female mage.

"My lord, I'm ......" looked up, and the female mage was already in tears, and she begged, "Let me take him back to my hometown, okay?" ”

The haggard female mage squatting beside the young corpse bit her lip tightly and looked up at the person around her with tearful eyes, but she was sad and wanted to cry, but in the face of the person next to her, she could only suppress her emotions and not let this person see her rude side.

On the cold ground, a pair of open-toed loafers revealed ten delicate bead-like toes. On top of the white calves, the dark blue battle skirt covers the skin above the knees, and the round and tight thighs can be seen through the slits of the battle skirt, and the black leggings can be seen in the slits of the battle skirt, tied with several small curves.

Ying Ying's remote fingers are straight and slender, her two hands naturally hang down on her waist, her wrists are as white as jade and have a strange inscription, the woman wearing an open-arm vest exudes the temperament of not being allowed to enter the living, a stunning face, exquisite as a work of art, but her indifferent eyes can freeze every gaze that looks at her.

This kind of indifferent eyes that can freeze people's hearts are not the kind of deliberately pretended appearance, but cold and indifferent from the heart, as if they are fearless about life and death, and they are no longer half interested in all good things.

When the beautiful spring comes, when people laugh because of happiness, she will stand silently away from the crowd and enjoy the loneliness, and her indifference and loneliness will not be changed by the outside world.

As long as anyone who sees her eyes, without thinking, will understand that this is a woman without a smile, and even a sneer is difficult to see on her face.

"My lord, I don't ask you to avenge my friend, you ......"

"You take this corpse back, and I'll kill the demons."

The plain female voice is no longer the crisp voice of a girl, she seems to be saying something insignificant, her words are simple and straightforward, and she does not care at all about talking about the avoidance of the dead in front of a sad person.

But this amazing and indifferent woman, when she said it, the female mage did not even complain at all, the female mage sobbed and nodded in agreement, wrapped the young man's body with a windbreaker, and couldn't bear to look at his blue and black face after being poisoned, she used her weak arms to stubbornly drag the corpse twice as heavy as herself, and gradually drifted away.

The woman with a cold and strong aura closed her eyes and stood in place like a sculpture. In a territory where demonic minions could appear at any moment, she didn't seem to care about those terrifying creatures.

When the female mage left, the woman opened her eyes.

With a leap of figure, she flashed up like a phantom and jumped to the top of a tree about ten meters high. Her open-toed loafers rested on the branches and leaves at the top of the tree, and her body was held up by a sparse clump of leaves as if it were weightless.

The woman standing at the top of the tree looked indifferently ahead.

That bland gaze seemed to cross the distance and locked on a young man in red.

Even if an old powerful demon is here, as long as he sees this woman, he will run away like a lost dog, and he doesn't even have the courage to make a few moves.

None of the veteran minions of Castlevania didn't know who this woman was.

Her appearance, including her weight, reputation, and battle record, all rumors about her have long spread throughout the territory of Castlevania, and even in the more distant places under Castlevania's rule, her name is still thunderous.

Terran Hero, Engraved Angel, Rose Knight - Enola!

And at this moment, Jory didn't know that he himself had only killed a few insignificant Camelot saints, and he was locked in perception by a heroic-level legendary powerhouse.

(Full of harmonious stars, I don't dare to write intimate emotional dramas, what to do with the plot with the heroine in the future, it's too much of a headache, river crabs are going to break up countless ** rhythms)