Chapter 144: The Legend of the Yaqi Blood Demon (2)
"That is the real side effect of the power of our vampire's bloodline, it can also be said to be a curse, a curse that will last for thousands of years, that is, the power of our bloodline will gradually transform our consciousness and become more powerful while we continue to stimulate it, and then before you know it, it will gradually erode your consciousness, your spirit, and finally completely occupy control of your body, and your soul will be completely wiped out at that time, even if you are dead at that time, all that remains is the walking dead controlled by the power of bloodlineγ Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ο½ο½ο½Uο½Eγ ο½ο½ο½ο½β
"Hey, wouldn't that be wonderful, like Naruto's Nine-Tails and Ichigo's Void White. Lyle said in astonishment.
"Well, you can understand it that way," said the old man, "this is actually the reason for our thirst for blood, once the brain is occupied by the blood-sucking **, it is equivalent to being controlled by the power of blood, although it is not completely controlled." At that time, the rampage that occurred in the battle between you and Daus was exactly like this, but fortunately, the power of your bloodline has just had its own will, and the power is not complete, I can help you suppress it in time, but if you continue to let it go like this, I don't know when you will trigger that power again because of restlessness, and over time, when the power of the bloodline has a certain degree of power, even I can't save you. β
"Old man, don't say such scary words, it's like a doctor saying to a patient, I'm sorry, you're already terminally ill of cancer, prepare for the funeral in advance," Lyle cried with a sad face, "If it was me before, I guess I wouldn't care too much when I heard this kind of thing, after all, I was skeptical about whether I should exist in the world, but now I'm different, I still have someone I want to meet, and I want to spend every day in the future with her, how can I allow myself to die like this." β
"Listen to me. The old man raised his voice.
You say. Lyle obediently shut his mouth.
"So, what I'm going to teach you is that the vampire clan has developed a secret technique for this situation, which can gain this power without allowing yourself to be corrupted by the power of the bloodline, although not completely, but only to minimize that erosion. β
"And this secret technique?" Lyle's eyes lit up.
"Well, what I just said to you, the power that can elevate people to the level of the Knight Commander is actually the power to stimulate the bloodline, but this is not what I want to teach you in itself, in fact, there is such a thing as a proportion of our bloodline. β
"Proportions?"
"We have two kinds of blood in our bodies at the same time, one is the blood of ordinary people, and the other is the blood of the Baqi Blood Demon, and in our body, these two bloods are fighting all the time, under normal circumstances, if you don't deliberately stimulate the bloodline, then the blood, or the proportion of people dominates, but when the power of the bloodline is constantly used, the blood belonging to the Baqi Blood Demon will gradually overwhelm the human blood, when the human blood exceeds 50%, that is, the blood of the Baqi Blood Demon is less than 50% , then it means that vampires still have human will, and when the blood ratio of Yaqi Blood Demon exceeds 50%, it means that you have lost human consciousness, and then as the blood ratio deepens again, you will gradually become a monster like Yaqi Blood Demon, and your body as a human will also be distorted. β
"So, what about when it's as high as 100%?" asked Lyle, trembling.
"Then it will become the new Yaqi Blood Demon," the old man said, his voice suddenly lowered and became serious, as if the ancient old clock was ringing muffled, "However, it is theoretically impossible, because no matter how much it is eroded, the blood of a human will not be completely wiped out, so the proportion of the blood of the Yaqi Blood Demon will not really reach 100%. β
"Oh, oh. Lyle nodded, indicating that I understood.
"And then what I'm going to say is the true meaning of that secret technique, I call it 'True Red Power', and you know the principle, which is to minimize the blood erosion while maximizing the power of the bloodline, in other words, to keep the proportion of blood belonging to the Yaqi Blood Demon at 49% while exerting more than 50% of its power, but to what extent you can do it, it's up to you. β
"Then, how do you learn this secret technique called 'True Red Power'?"
"It's the same way to activate the power of the bloodline, feel your own blood, and then release the energy inside as if you were pulling something out of the blood, but before that, we need to do some preparations, which is to contain the power of the bloodline with its own will, and domesticate it to the point where it can't erode your body to reach more than 50% of the blood In this way, you will no longer have to worry about losing your will when you use power, and you can freely control this power through your own consciousness. β
"I see, it probably means that if I want to use the power of my bloodline, I have to domesticate it in advance, and if I don't domesticate it, I will use it, and it will bite back," Lyle said, "and this statement makes my bloodline look like a bad dog." β
"I don't have enough time, I can only explain to you that this is the case, and before I call you here, I have temporarily sealed the bloodline in your body in advance. The old man said as he raised his hand to the side.
Lyle's gaze followed the old man's instructions, and what appeared in the field of vision was the blood-red flame-like substance that he saw at the beginning, at this moment, the flame was constantly getting bigger, as if it was infused with a large amount of growth hormone, the flame expanded rapidly, and then in that flame, a figure gradually emerged.
With a wave of his hand, the old man spread out the flames, revealing the figure of a man who had the same appearance as Lyle's, the only difference being the color of his skin, which was as pale as dry bones, and he was wearing a crimson coat.
It was that young man, at that time, the person who pulled Lyle's consciousness into nothingness and controlled Lyle's body, no, now, it should be called the power of blood, and the power of blood of independent consciousness was obtained.
"Bastard, I feel sick when I see him, and although he has the same face as me, I just feel disgusted in my heart. Lyle gritted his teeth.
"That is the mind body that is generated after your bloodline power gains consciousness, and what you have to do is to defeat him with your strength, and I will assist you on the side, after all, you can't completely suppress him by relying on your current power. β
"Knock down?"
"Yes, it's to be defeated, this is not the real world, but the spiritual world, if you defeat it here, it will be equivalent to suppressing the side of the Yaqi Blood Demon as a human being," the old man said, "After that, you can use the 'True Red Power' in reality." β
"I say, old man, why are you helping me so much?" asked Lyle.
"You can think of it as the stubbornness of old people. β
"Still, I'm a little embarrassed that you've always helped me like that. Lyle scratched his face.
"Okay, you can do something for me. β
"What's the matter?"
"I can't tell you yet, it's still too early, but I'm going to need you to help me after all, and sooner or later it will come, that fateful moment. The old man's eyes suddenly became deep, as if he was reminiscing about the past, and as if he was lamenting fate, and the dark red pupils suddenly burst out with infinite brilliance, dyeing the dark red vividly, as if returning to the young era.
His pupils were as deep as if a small universe was hidden, so far away.
"I don't understand it," Lyle smiled, "but I know, old man, leave it to me when you need me." β
The two gestured to each other, and at the same time turned their attention to the figure in the flames in the distance, a young man with the same appearance as Lyle, who was showing a fierce and fierce gaze, as if he wanted to turn everything he saw to ashes, and his sharp teeth clicked like a prelude to a mourning song.