On the southern border of the Aragon Empire, in the province of Aquitania adjacent to the Acura Plain, the domain of Lord Paul Claes. The Duke's province was not only vast and populous, but it was also the largest producer of timber, grain, and fur in the Aragon Empire.

In the southernmost part of the province, on the edge of the Acura Plain, in the middle of a small mountain range that stretches for more than 100 kilometers, lies the small town of Salz. Because of the distance from the avenues built by the Empire on the Acura Plain, and the rough paths connecting the avenues, Salz did not have much contact with the outside world.

After half a month of violent storms, in the midst of the constant cursing of the residents and business travelers of Salz City, they reluctantly but helplessly retreated. The sun poked its head out of the still gray clouds, and a trace of steam slowly rose from the black mud.

As the smoke began to rise in the town, in a thorny jungle in the middle of nowhere, a lonely, thin, thin figure was flashing through the thorny vines and trees that were constantly coming at him. He had sharp and clear eyes, and his dexterous toes supported his thin and thin body. The piercing eyes seemed to be able to see through every obstacle, looking for small animals that had been injured in the raging storm and food such as wild mushrooms and vegetables that could be gathered.

The little boy wore only a thin linen shirt over his thin body. Like most of the poor people of the Empire, the shirt was made of the most ordinary and worst linen. The thin shirt has long been mixed with rain and sweat, and through the thin shirt stuck to the skin, you can even faintly see the ribs and vertebrae.

The sunlight after the rain was now piercing through the not very dense jungle canopy, mixed with a thin layer of mist enveloping him. The warm, moist southwesterly wind was caressing his brown-yellow hair, which had been yellowed by malnutrition.

Aaron, the boy's name, the kitchen guy at a tavern in town. Today he had to complete the task that Chef Gibson Sr. had given him the task of collecting a whole bag of ingredients.

In the forest after the rain, there are many ingredients for him to gather, but it is not easy to harvest runaway prey such as pheasants and hares. You know, a tavern without meat supplies won't do much better.

Little Allen seemed to have seen the rude Gibson grabbing his collar with his large, greasy and smudged hands, unceremoniously lifting it, opening and closing his big mouth with the rough expletive, and spitting thick phlegm and saliva from the black gums onto his little face.

"Ah............" little Allen screamed in horror, frantically shaking his dirty little head as if to throw away Gibson's image and voice from his mind.

Aaron did not dare to linger even a breath more in the already dark jungle, and must seize every time to do as best he could to complete the task assigned by old Gibson, and if he did it well, he might be rewarded with a piece of cheese coated in butter. He grabbed the sack that had been thrown aside, and his dexterous and agile figure jumped quickly between the thorns and stones, and from time to time his hands leaned out and retracted with his undulating body, and the bag gradually became swollen. Slowly, as time passed, the bag finally filled, and there were a few hares that had been injured by broken logs in the storm.

"Well, almost, let's go back!" said Aaron as he fiddled with the sack a few times, looked at the sky again, and muttered to himself.

With memories that have long been etched in his mind, the boy kept avoiding obstacles in the dark jungle, turning back as fast as he could.

"Click", Aaron only felt the ground under his feet tremble violently, and his body that stepped on a stone during the run suddenly lost its center of gravity, and he fell to the ground. There was a sharp pain in the joint of his ankle, and he looked down to see that dark red blood had oozed from several cuts.

The sharp pain in his ankle and the constant howling of the wind in his ears brought him to the brink of terror. He even forgot to pick up the wild mushrooms and wild vegetables that he had collected all day and desperately got up, gulping in the cold and humid air, and half-crawling and half-walking towards the edge of the jungle. He tried to get himself to stand up a little straighter, which would make him faster.

Obviously, the severe pain prevented him from walking far, and he finally had to lie down under a boulder and carefully examine the wound. The bone didn't break, but it flashed to the ankle and cut a few small holes in the stone, so it shouldn't be a big deal to stay for a night. Little Aaron thought. In this way, his panic dissipated a lot.

"Hurry back, or I'll be scolded again!" the boy muttered to himself, and then struggled to prop himself up against the smooth stone wall.

"What's that?" the frustrated boy suddenly caught his eyes on something that shimmered red at his feet.

"It's so pretty!" Aaron leaned down slowly, and reached out to pick up the thing that was half hidden by the mud and foliage, "Oh, it turned out to be a small rock!"

After careful consideration, the stone was not heavy, it could even be said to be light, and it was very different from the various stones he usually saw: it was crystal clear, and bursts of blood-red glow shrouded the surface of the stone, and the glow was like a liquid slowly circulating.

What is this? For a moment, Aaron was fascinated by this strange stone. The pain in his ankle and the constant raindrops on the top of his head were completely ignored by the boy.

It is true that for a poor freedman, novelty gadgets always catch their eye, especially children.

After playing with it for a while, the boy realized that neither the rain nor the dirty mud could stick to the blood-colored stone. What made him even more amazed was that as if he had fused with the bloodstone, the droplets of water dripping from the horizontal branch above his head smashed into the void around a finger of his body, and it was like encountering an invisible barrier.

"Wow, it's so warm! it's warmer than the fluffy coat that Mr. Hakim wears in the winter!" A harmonious warmth came from the palm of the hand holding the bloodstone, and in the blink of an eye, this warmth filled the whole body, warm. The boy raised his hands and jumped happily on his feet.

"Huh, my feet - haha, my feet don't hurt anymore. It wasn't long before the boy was surprised to find that the pain in his ankle had slowly subsided, and finally disappeared. Although the wound was still red and swollen, the color was obviously much lighter, and the blood did not seep out again.

"Thank you, the all-powerful Lord of War! haha, this must be a magical thing. The jubilant boy decided to carefully hide the blood-like stones. Well, hide it tightly.

"Ahh The pain seemed to wield a wooden stick and a knife and fork and said to him viciously: "Little ghost, it's not so easy to get rid of us, Jiji!"

The next moment, though, almost suspected that he was on his way to heaven. The effects passed by him like a dream————

On the heavenly dome, the tumbling thick ink swept out the Dao Purple Electric Silver Snake from time to time. The ink clouds swept by the wind suddenly froze, and a huge purple lightning thunderbolt burst out with a loud thunder that twisted and tore the inky sky, swooping down like an angry dragon with the power of destroying the world.

Below the thunder, there was an endless sea of corpses and blood, and the seal in the hand of a fierce man shrouded in blood-colored mist changed, and a grain of crystalline blood shot up one by one, compressed and solidified to the extreme.

The purple thunder that swooped down like an angry dragon seemed to be enraged by the oncoming blood from below, and burst out with a louder roar and thunder, and the speed was actually accelerated several times. A series of loud rumbling noises, the blood spirit did not stop the thunder's footsteps, but obviously weakened its prestige.

There was no way to avoid it, and the man actually resisted the mighty purple thunder with his physical body. Under the fury of the thunder, the man's majestic and burly body was gradually engulfed by the thunder, and finally disappeared. It's just that at the moment before the man's body was about to be engulfed by thunder, a bloody light tore open a small spatial crack and drilled in. Stuart Family ...... Blood... Monarch............

In the end, the blood-colored words bloomed in front of the boy's eyes like fireworks, and then dissipated and faded, and then turned into a trace of blood vapor evaporated-

In fright, Aaron's eyes widened, his mouth wide open, and he was surprised to see that the bloody stone quickly rose and curled up and merged into his body.

Rumble......

There was a loud bang in his head, like thunder on the ground. The boy only felt that an indescribably powerful power instantly disappeared into his mind, and his body, limbs, and even his soul were filled with this huge and incomparable power.

The boy's consciousness gradually became confused, and his eyes became white, and then darkness struck-

"Aaron, the blood of my Stuart family, the sleeping soul, the cruel soul, wake up—" A voice from hell called out the moment the boy lost consciousness!