Awakened, Sander quickly regained his hearing and sight, and he looked around at the huge hordes of ghouls surrounding the crowd with a puzzled expression on his face.

"I don't think we were dealing with these people who wanted to kill people when they smelled it. The vampire said.

"Well, it's probably because you've been dizzy for quite some time, at least long enough for me to take out an evil god sacrifice and drive her angry main god out of this world by the way. When Sander woke up, Cheese knew it wasn't going to get any worse. He began to continue to treat the wounded man's wounds.

"It sounds like I'm really missing out on a lot of things. By the way, you'd better stop the bleeding from their wounds, I'm already a little hungry and thirsty. Sander stood up and patted the dust off his body. Due to the previous transformation, the vampire at this time can be said to be naked.

"If you're too hungry to stand it, those mossy wanderers would be a good late-night snack. They may smell a little worse, but these guys are still creatures technically, so you should be able to try sucking their blood...... Or some other bodily fluid. "Rao is a cheese trained systematically, and he doesn't have a class in dissecting ghouls in his lab class. The mage was interested in dissecting these horrible monsters roaming the cemetery, but his plans were thwarted in many ways, and Ann Lina even threatened that if Cheese dared to dissect the ghouls in the Gray Tower, she would burn all the books in the mage's room. So in the end, Cheese had to stop this plan. But looking at the current situation, maybe the mage's dream from a few years ago will be fulfilled tonight.

"Sucking the blood of ghouls...... I really don't know if you're deliberately fixing me or if you don't know the truth. Shander shook his head with a wry smile after listening to Cheese's advice, "Listen, mage, these guys don't just stink on the outside. ”

Before the vampire's words could fall, his figure had already flashed behind the one of the ghouls closest to them. Before the hapless ghoul could react, Sander's hands were already clipped to its forelimbs like iron pincers. As the Bloodclan jerked upward, gray-green pus splattered out from the severed wounds of the forelimbs, and a terrible stench that was stronger than just before emanated from the pus.

"Look, they stink even more on the inside. Although he had blocked his sense of smell, Shander covered his nose with his free hand, as if it would be a great loss to let the foul-smelling air enter his body.

The reaction of Cheese and the others was more intuitive, whether it was Jack, Mona, Elsa or even Cheese, they couldn't help but vomit after smelling the pus in the ghoul's body. And their vomiting reaction was higher and higher, until several people's stomach bags were emptied, and even began to vomit green bile.

"Well, I won't let me dissect this thing until my senior sister dies. Holding back the churning vomit in his stomach, Cheese said.

While a few people were spitting together, Sander wasn't idle, and by the time he broke the ghoul's forelimbs, he had already signaled all the moss wanderers to fight. Compared to the ghouls, who are even more defenseless than the cheese now, Sander is the only being present who can affect his own eating, as long as he kills this guy who smells like a corpse, the four living corpses here can be eaten. The thirst for fresh flesh irritated the ghouls' nerves, and they almost frantically lunged at Sander, but the first moss wanderer to pounce on the vampire was slammed into the waist by a thick black tail, and his whole body flew sideways. It turned out that I don't know when, a long black tail with barbs had appeared at the end of Sander's vertebrae, not only the tail, but also the unimaginable mutation on the blood clan. The originally slender fingers turned into sharp claws, protruding bone spurs grew on the joints of his elbows and knees, and even some black scales began to emerge along his spine on his back. These changes made Sander look like some kind of humanoid killing machine, and with his fangs protruding from his lower lip and bright red eyes from excitement, he was even more evil than the ghouls at this point.

"What's that?" asked the proprietress as she pointed to the already unrecognizable Shande.

"Well, you can understand that it is Shande's battle form. Cheese shrugged his shoulders and continued to disinfect the "monkey's" wound in his hand.

"But doesn't he just become a beast? You know, like an antelope's foot or a bear or something. Elsa asked.

"It's clear that you have a misunderstanding of the meaning of transfiguration. You know, maybe druids and the like can only take on the form of certain animals, but that's because they've only made contracts with those animals. And these vampires are obviously changing their appearance on their own, so they can become whatever they want. The mage explained.

"Then why didn't he do it just now?" the proprietress was referring to the fact that Sander had turned into a bear when he had fought against the weird Night Watchmen, not now.

"That's because of course he can't. Remember when I said that all spells come at a price?" Cheese said, "Transfiguration is no exception. As far as I know, no matter what system of transfiguration they come from, if they want to become something, they need to have a thorough understanding of that kind of thing, and in the final analysis, metamorphosis is to change their body structure into another shape, but it is up to the practitioner to decide what kind of structure this appearance is. If you just pursue hard or wanton deformation, then it is very likely that the body will end up losing control and turning into a puddle of mud. ”

"So that's why they all preferentially become beasts? What exists in the natural world is noticeably easier to imitate than what exists in the natural world than it is to be made up of imagination. Jack, the hunter's son, quickly understood Cheese's words.

"You're right, the grasp of structure is the biggest obstacle to deformers. In fact, there are some other problems that can make too whimsical transformations fail, but as long as you can understand the structure of things, you can find a way to solve the rest. Shande had given up his ability to think in order to get rid of his fears, so he could only rely on instinct to transform like that, and to be honest, I was surprised that he could still turn into a bear form. As for what you see now, this is the fighting stance that a black-blooded vampire should have. The mage looked at Shande, who was fighting with the ghouls not far away, and showed an expression of appreciation. This kind of metamorphosis, which constantly breaks through itself through continuous exploration and attempts, and finally breaks through the limitations of imitation, is not an exaggeration to call it art in the eyes of cheese.

Completely in combat mode, Shande naturally didn't have the time to care about what the cheese judged him, and the powerful vampire used his modified body to cut the bodies of the ghouls like a meat grinder. At this time, Shander still looked like a human, and from the outside, in addition to the general structure, it also followed the humanoid structure, and the black scale armor and protruding bone spurs everywhere showed the body's desire to fight.

"Originally, I thought he was an exiled marginal blood clan, but I didn't expect this guy's black blood armor to be so complete. It's a real sight to behold. The mage muttered in a low voice. At the same time, the needle and thread in his hand completed the stitching of the last wound on Jack's body that had not been treated.

Soon after Cheese finished healing, the group of ghouls had been reduced to minced flesh and pus. Sander stood in the middle of the corpses, but didn't mean to stop, he jerked his eyes to Cheese and them, his scarlet eyes filled with a thirst for blood.

"Is this crazy?" Realizing that the state of the Bloodclan was not normal, Cheese's eyes twitched slightly.

"Blood!" roared from Sander's mouth, and a black-armored vampire rushed towards the mages at a speed that was close to surpassing the limits of the naked eye. Fortunately, just as Shande was about five steps away from Cheese and them, an invisible wall blocked his momentum.

"Give him the plasma bag, quick, don't be stunned!" an old but determined voice came from the side. Cheese and the others turned around, and what they saw was the robed Lord of the Iron Castle, guarding Warwitch Wolf.