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Yayi came back to his senses and frowned at Ai Wen: "Ai Wen, your wound has stopped bleeding, what is this line like a blood vessel......"

Aiwen's pale and weak face slowly drooped, and his lips trembled slightly and oozed blood: "Yayi, I ......"

Yayi squatted down and half-hugged the unconscious Aiwen, estimating that the thick red line extending from the wound was likely to be a bright red vessel, he tried to reach out and touch the red line, and suddenly felt a strong pulse of blood gushing from it.

"Wake up, Aven, don't scare me......"

In fact, Ya Yi was helping Ai Wen deal with the wound, and his eyes noticed that the spirit stone behind him was pierced by the wind blade to make a small hole, and he was surprised that such an inconspicuous move had such a powerful attack power, first penetrating Ai Wen's wrist, and then there was still the remaining strength to hit the rather hard spirit stone.

The hole in the Zhenling Stone was like a mountain spring, and bright red liquid bubbled from it, and then this red line that was more disgusting than intestines appeared. Who would have thought that such an inanimate substance spirit stone was actually a red liquid substance, and this liquid substance also volatilized with a foul smell. Yayi looked suspiciously at the man who was entwined in blood, Vasno.

Vasno, who was in a state of near mania, found that his blood was constantly being transported along this terrifying blood line, and he must try to break this strange blood line of unknown origin. After all, every second is fatal, especially when blood gushes out in the amount of running water.

No matter how the dark mages Bishara and Vic used dark magic to magically block the line, it was in vain. Because the blood line clasped Vasno's wrist in the form of a bracelet, fused with his flesh and skin, and what was even more terrifying was that it was also connected to the end of the artery, taking Vasno's life at an alarming speed.

"What the hell is going on? Caesar is he lying to me?" The anger drove Vasno's body to overflow with a creepy crimson magic, which was not very amazing, but it faintly exuded an evil aura.

As the magic soared, Vasno's deep pupils also changed, turning his attention to Vic, who was casting a spell on him in an attempt to unravel the bloodline.

Vasno's unique flame-colored Shura eyes changed from the usual form of the pupil, and the small pupils glowing with flames in the brown-red pupils were like two melting blood sugar at this time, gradually giving birth to different pattern forms.

The left pupil is a blood rose pattern that blooms inside the square frame, superimposed on the heretical cross symbol at an angle of 45 degrees, rotating the bloody romantic pattern, while the right pupil is a positive cross symbol of the same size, but the four needle-like lines on the surface are 45 degrees oblique to form a tic-tac-toe pattern, and a small dagger pointing to the center is inserted in the four openings of the tic-tac-toe pattern.

I saw Vasno's left eye move, and the Vic reflected in the pupils of his eyes was like a hot candle, his face, mouth and nose turned into a terrifying black hole, and the blood overflowed the surface of his skin like sweat, drowning his whole person like a ghost coming out of a pool of blood.

In the next second, Vic let out a terrible and high-pitched scream, and his two hands continued to twist into skinny devil's claws. The bloody face that was unrecognizable robbed him of his features, and the intense pain of his heart was like an exploding cloud that destroyed the last bit of his consciousness as a human being. He held his bloodied face, which had lost his facial features, in both hands, and slowly fell to his knees towards the ground.

The process was so bloody that it turned an unharmed man into a pool of blood in an instant, leaving not even the slightest trace of his clothes, let alone the hair and bones on his body.

"Damn, this guy's strength is too weak to replenish my lost life spirit...... "Vasnoe roared as he found himself still unable to tear open the soft but resilient bloodline.

A strong sign of weakness sounded the alarm bell, making it difficult for him to hold on to the last shred of his sanity as a human being, and the only thought that kept hitting his sensitive nerves in his mind was telling him that your blood was running out! The gates of hell would open for you......

"Prince, you...... You have absorbed Vic's life?" Bishara looked at Vasno, who turned his gaze to him, in horror, and retreated several steps to open the maximum safe distance, he never thought that the arrogant and domineering eldest prince would be so terrifying, hiding such a terrifying bloodline ability.

Death, shrouded in the surroundings, proclaims its sovereignty.

These flame-colored heretical Shura eyes, which were thicker than flames and more seductive than blood, were even more terrifying than demonic eyes in front of these three still alive people at this moment, and as long as they were paired, they couldn't stop the fear from the depths of their hearts, and they shuddered.

"How did Caesar know about my Shura Eye's abilities?No wonder he kindly told me that the Spirit Stone in the town of Kalke could improve my abilities by a qualitative leap......" Vasno frantically drew his sword and rushed forward to kick the trembling Yayi away, severing Aven's right wrist.

Click~~ The heavy smell of blood pierced the dull air and came to the nose.

With blood on his face, Yayi didn't even have the strength to stand up on the ground, and he watched as the demon in front of him suddenly went berserk shook the blood line on his right hand that connected a severed human hand, hooking the sharpshooter Bren's neck and preventing him from escaping.

"Spare your life, great prince!" called out Brun, clutching his hands tightly on the blood line that wanted to strangle him.

"I don't need to run for my life coward, but I need your life spirit. After saying that, a gray metallic luster flashed in the pupils of Vasno's left eye, and a red blood mist rose in his right hand, quickly absorbing Bren's life through the blood line that cooled from crimson to black purple.

Within a moment, Bren had turned into a pool of steaming blood like Vic.

It's very addictive to suck the soul of human life. Dissatisfied with his desires, Vasno turned to Yayi, who collapsed to the ground, and killed a third person in order to satisfy his addiction.

"Listen to me, I can help you get more life spirits. "The clever Bishara immediately talked to Vasno about a deal with him as soon as his eyes fell on him, wanting to exchange the lives of all the people in the town of Kharke for his trust.

"No wonder the Queen Mother takes a fancy to your abilities!" Vasno shook off the slimy blood line and walked over to the Spirit Stone that had been punched out by the Wind Blade.

"Before the blood line appeared, the eldest prince, you just pierced that child's wrist, maybe it was the Spirit Suppression Stone......" Bishara looked at the three pools of blood on the ground, chuckled in his heart, and secretly reminded himself not to get distracted, otherwise he would anger this moody demon, and this would be the end.

Vasno dipped his finger in a little red liquid from the spirit stone, put it to his mouth and licked it with his tongue, looking very enjoyed.

Looking at him like this, Bishara remembered the werewolf bloodthirsty in his mind, and couldn't help but grin, he asked himself if it was cruel enough to cultivate himself by absorbing the magic power of others, but he didn't think that the man in front of him would take the lives of others at the same time, and he sighed to himself for this alone.

"Great Prince, what is the task of the Misplaced Trial?" Bishara threw out an introduction.

"Trials? Unfortunately, the trial celebration is over. Pascal's empire will usher in a new era, and I am the orthodox crown prince, and I don't need to engage in these unwarranted garbage trials at all, which is simply an insult to people's intelligence. Vasno's temperament changed drastically, and he ignited a scorching wind in his hand, and dug a hole in the spirit stone in front of him, which was not inferior to bloodstone.

The moment the red liquid gushed out, the tic-tac-toe pattern in Vasno's right eye pupil was like a bottomless abyss, releasing a gravitational vortex. Within a moment, he had absorbed all of the red liquid.

Bishara took a deep breath and said word by word, "Caesar usurped the throne?"

Vasno smiled wickedly at the corner of his mouth, licked his lips in a good mood, and said sarcastically: "The real misalignment trial has begun! But the protagonist is not me, nor the other princes, but the ruler of the Pascal Empire." ”