"Unless you destroy your head, it won't help you stab me!" the baron withdrew his arm that had passed through his chest, "You see, I don't use any weapons, and the difference in strength between you and me is irreparable." Okay, I'm going to eat you!"

The Blood Baron crushed Griffith to the ground and rode up and grabbed him by the throat to see where it was more delicious.

"Ahh

After a tingling pain, the world seemed to fall silent.

Am I going to die?...... No, it's a fatal wound.

The soul link with Sonia has not yet taken effect, and it seems that there is a considerable distance between the two.

Griffith's consciousness began to blur, and he could barely feel his blood running through with life. It won't be long before he will be a wrinkled, shriveled corpse.

"Hey, little brother who is a soldier, can you go wash yourself and come to me?"

"It's me who is wrong, I shouldn't embarrass the soldiers who went to the ball for the first time. Do you know how to dance?"

"Hey, you know a lot! Sure enough, it's a human boy, it's more interesting!"

All that remained of Griffith's hazy consciousness was Galadia's cheerful words, and all that came to mind was her dexterity, light steps, and slender back.

Oh, by the way, it's really a human boy who is more interesting, what does that mean? Did she ever have a boyfriend? Well, I have to ask her.

Griffith's body struggled as if driven by the thought.

Baron Anselm was crouching on Griffith like a beast to eat. It takes a little time to suck the blood through the throat.

The Blood Baron, who hadn't tasted pure blood for a long time, didn't notice that the unarmed human was slowly raising his wrist-to-wrist severed left hand and pointing it at his head with a cut of blood.

The blood from the severed wrist quickly condensed into ice cubes, turning into a sharp ice pick.

"What!" Before the Bloodlord could raise his head, an ice pick pierced into his temple and stirred. At the same time, Griffith's broken right hand pressed hard against him.

"What is this!It hurts!It's hard!It's thick!"

The baron shrieked, and broke free with his monstrous power. However, there was already a large hole in his brain that could be inserted into his finger, and brain pulp and blood splattered out. He had barely broken free before he fell to the ground and began to convulse.

Did you kill him? This blood ice pick, it was so effective. Griffith came to his senses, rolled over and stabbed the icicle into the baron's eye socket, spun around with all his might.

......

Where are they now? Are they safe?

Griffith lay on the baron's convulsive body, his brain flashing like a marquee, and he couldn't tell what was an illusion and what was reality.

"You seem to be full of unwillingness~" A somewhat familiar voice came, "Do you want to try to absorb the essentia of this blood clan yourself, starting from bloodsucking, Minos will try to help you purify and let you live." ”

Is it the will of the Bone Ring Minos?

Griffith, who was already dying, turned over and bit the corpse of the Blood Baron, devouring the flesh from the wound in his abdomen.

"Your desire to survive is really strong. Wouldn't it be necessary to twist and talk about some conditions, let's say—Minos, what is the cost?" said Minos, in a strange tone, "well, swallow it, like a rat swallowed by a snake in its mouth!"

Beneath the dark woods, a figure crouched on top of another, first with an eerie swallow, then with a beastly bite.

After an unknown amount of time, Griffith stood intact in the glade of the woods, looking at his healed severed limbs and the chest that had been pierced not long ago.

Minos said lightly:

"You picked up a life from your NDE, and there is good news and bad news.

"The good news is that you retain some of the Bloodline's powerful self-healing properties, and your healing ability to heal injuries is on par with trolls;

"The bad news is that you've eaten a dark creature and reason is falling like a cliff. ”

"Why can I save a life by eating a corrupted bloodline?" Griffith looked at the shattered remains on the ground, "devouring corrupt creatures can't have a healing effect, I should also die or mutate." ”

A powerful, chaotic, and evil Baron of the Bloodclan had been reduced to a pile of decaying wreckage, vanishing little by little into the night's cold wind, making it impossible for Griffith to make out what he had eaten.

Probably the soft wound on the stomach......

"Devouring the mutant creatures will only leave the corpses of the two mutants lying here," Minos responded, "but Minos has converted the extraordinary traits of the Bloodline into energy that you can use, mixed the extraordinary traits of the Paladins you have just acquired, and ignited them to power, and healed with the support of some of the unburned extraordinary traits of the Bloods you have been tainted with." ”

"I didn't think you had such powers?" said Griffith, in awe, "what are you?"

Minos is still the same old thing:

"Minos, collect essentia and assist the bearer in their evolution to a higher life form.

"Now you are still infected by the extraordinary traits of a small number of dark creatures, and the extraordinary traits of the Surrogate have also been retained. You may gain some abilities, but you may also gradually breed some unknown hobbies and madness. Everything remains to be seen, and if you don't want to go crazy, don't try to drink blood again.

"Most of your original extraordinary properties were shattered in the process. The Holy Light Strike can no longer be used, and the ability is not worth mentioning, it doesn't matter. The extraordinary trait of the Spellbreaker is now dominant, and taking all factors into account, you have the physical condition of the Sequence 8 Barrierbreaker, but you have not yet acquired the corresponding extraordinary ability. As you grow, your ascension direction will remain the Spellbreaker path.

"Minos has collected the rare essentia of the Blood Clan and has mastered the knowledge of the Blood Charm, but Minos has not yet mastered the knowledge of the Blood Rune, so you cannot use the Blood Charm for the time being.

"Next, you must always remember the fact that you have been infected and corrupted by the darkness. The infection will push you into the abyss of madness, like the one you just eaten, do crazy things and say crazy things like him. Once you completely lose your mind, you will also become an irretrievable monster, facing death in both physical and human sense.

"Explore the way out as soon as possible. The longer you stay in this forest, the more your madness accumulates. Your originally good sanity has suffered a lot from eating mutant creatures, so hurry up and act before you go crazy. ”

Minos fell silent as soon as he finished his last sentence. No matter how Griffith called, he no longer responded.

I still have a lot to ask, for example, why I didn't get the memory fragment of Baron Anselm, which is very valuable, and besides, the Baron's sequence should not be low, how could his traits be burned along with the extraordinary traits of the Surrogate...... Griffith thought worriedly as he reached out and grabbed a broken branch, sharpening a sharp angle with his dagger at one end as a weapon.

He now has a significant boost in self-healing, strength, agility, and mental power, and has mastered two of Baron Anselm's spells: transforming into a black swarm of bats and creating blood golems.

Griffith experimented, ready to create a golem to drive. As soon as he moved the thought, the murmur whistled through his brain like a storm, almost bursting him.

The Blood Spell failed like the others, and it seems that in order to use these two spells, it is still necessary to condense the runes of the corresponding attributes through Minos.

Griffith tried the Holy Light Strike he had gained from his advanced level again. Sure enough, it couldn't be activated. The essence of the Light Strike is prayer, asking for the Light to look at and empower. The spoiled Griffith is no longer a standard paladin, and naturally will not be favored and favored.

However, the reckoning that comes from combat instinct and physical fitness can still be used. What's more, Griffith, who was supposed to die, survived and became a barrier-breaker with little ability, which is already a good result.

The body of the Blood Baron was completely weathered and disappeared into the cold wind. A black dagger appeared on the bare dirt floor.

It's a magic weapon. The blade was no more than ten inches long, and the hilt was as dark and deep as obsidian. The center of gravity and structure are perfect, and it is extremely flexible to flip from wrist to wrist.

The Baron did not use this weapon throughout the battle. Maybe it's because he's strong enough to crush Griffith, or maybe it's because the weapon has a special meaning to him, and it's worth more as a souvenir than a weapon.

Griffith experimented with the dagger with interest, and then poured his mental power into it according to the knowledge in the books, and established a connection with the magic weapon.

Soon, some new knowledge appeared in his head.

"Corrupted Feather Fencing.

"This blade is imbued with the aura of Fall, dealing intense and persistent Shadow damage on hit. This effect only appears once every half hour.

"Using or looking at this blade will confuse the wielder's mind, but it can be avoided by retracting it from its scabbard.

"This isn't what feather fencing should be, maybe you can find someone to try to purify it. ”

The blade, which was supposed to be silver, no longer had a trace of its original light. Griffith carefully played with the monster weapon, and found a beautiful line of elven text engraved on the top of the hilt.

It turned out to be the work of elves. Griffith had learned some Elven scripts and could discern the meaning.

"May the starlight always guard my knight Roland. ”

The weapon was given to the knight by an elf and then fell into the hands of Baron Anselm?

Is it the Roland Knight in the ballad?" Griffith was excited. The adventures of this legendary warrior have been sung across the continent, and the adventures of him and his companions are sung in song, the goal of every apprentice knight's childhood dream.

If it was him, the elf who gave Knight Roland this feather fencing was probably the one who ventured with him. Her name in the story is Tidewisie, and she is a legendary ranger from Canaan.

Galadia probably knows her!

Feeling that he had a clue, Griffith happily gathered the corrupted feather fencing on the buckle at his waist, turned and found a wooden stick from the ground that was of a satisfactory shape and length, and sharpened it into a wooden spear with a dagger.

He hummed an unknown tune as he did these things, as if his mood was not heavy at all, and the situation was very good.

Okay, now we have to find a way out. Well, where did I come from?

Griffith suddenly panicked, and his cheerful mood disappeared in a blink of an eye. It's been a while since I've been in the Whispering Forest, and the pollution and corruption in the forest are everywhere, and I don't know how far my sanity has eroded, and the longer you stay here, the more deadly it becomes.

At that moment, there was a noise in the nearby bushes. The apprentice knight immediately raised his wooden gun and pointed it at the place where the sound came from.

A short figure emerged from the darkness. It wears a warm black coat with a gentleman's yarella.

Brownie No. 2887, Gothra!

It crawled out of the dark bushes, looked at the midshipman not far away, smiled and patted the dirt off its body, took off its little yarella and bowed.

"Good evening, Sultoral. ”