readx;? The pain dragged Saza out of the nightmare, and when he opened his eyes, everything he saw seemed to be covered with a veil of red. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info's body was completely out of control at the moment, which made him wonder if he was still in a dream. But at the hint of pain, he realized that he had woken up.

In a trance, he saw a figure that was the musician!'Needless to say, the tearing pain on his body must have been caused by that guy, what did he want to do?'

In a slight dizziness, he suddenly remembered something and immediately began to struggle.

Duke's various knives and blood needles were skillfully converted, and after countless ** exercises, he had already captured the simpler part of this blood secret technique. These secret patterns have the function of transforming the human body, and they mainly transform the blood.

These secret patterns are only effective for those bloodlines, and the blood of different bloodlines needs to be modified with different secret patterns. The specific secret pattern is engraved in the places where there is a large amount of blood circulation in the human body, such as the heart, lungs, kidneys, blood vessels, etc., so that the blood circulation will gradually be transformed. Of course, the more parts that are engraved, the more efficient the transformation will become, but this is limited by the engraver's skills.

Of course, for the conceited Duke, having encountered such an ideal blood-making tool, he certainly had to choose as many engravings as possible. It's best not to let go of every vein!

The effect of the Secret Pattern on the blood is not so much a transformation as it is an awakening, and the Secret Pattern has the ability to awaken the latent power of the bloodline blood, and this extremely powerful blood is the treasure that every blood disciple dreams of.

But if the blood in one's own body is mediocre, then it can only be obtained from others.

Duke wanted to tremble with excitement at the thought of the blood he was about to get, but he had to hold back at this point. If the hand shakes, even if there is only a slight mistake on the secret pattern, it is enough to be fatal. There are many villagers who have died in this way, and it is their deaths that have brought him the skillful methods he has today.

Since all the tools he uses now have been soaked in an extremely powerful healing potion, even if his actions cause damage to the human body, the potion left on the wound will take effect after a certain period of time, and heal the wound at a speed visible to the naked eye. It's a pity that these potions are too precious, otherwise maybe not so many people will die, maybe.

Although he has a strong potion guarantee, he still can't be too sloppy, and using it for too long will also cause the human body to enter the resistance time to the potion, and then the potion will no longer be able to heal the wound. So whether it was the previous engraving of the upper body or the final part that was about to be completed at this time, he maintained his full attention. So much so that he didn't see anyone looking at him.

"Damn bastard, keep that disgusting knife away from my body!"

Saza snapped back from his shock at the sight of his scars and shouted. At the moment, only his head was free from the soft constraints, and he looked at the musician with his head straight.

The sudden cry made Duke's heart skip a beat, and he almost made a mistake in his hand, but he quickly recovered and continued his movements: "Calm down young man, you really surprised me that you actually got rid of the control of the flesh and blood coffin." But I still advise you to lie down, as long as I move my fingers gently, you will sleep in this coffin forever. ”

"As if I did what you said, I would be free. Besides, you're not going to let me die, don't forget I've read that book, and I think I know what you're doing. As he spoke, Saza's upper body began to break free from the flesh and blood around him, "You want my blood, how can you let me die? ”

Duke, on the other hand, was still meticulously engraved and didn't say much.

The meridians of Saza's body in the flesh coffin were pulled out little by little as he detached, wriggling and shrinking back like earthworms. When Saza was about to prop himself up on his hands, the musician finally finished his job.

Duke put down the knife and looked at Saza slowly, "Although I won't kill you, it doesn't mean that I won't torture you." Don't forget, both of you are my prisoners, so if you don't want to suffer, lie back now. ”

After saying this, Saza noticed that there was a flesh and blood coffin beside him, and he was no stranger to the people lying in it. Yes, it was the man who prevented him from entering the village in the first place.

At this moment, there was a "bang", and the door was suddenly slammed open. He didn't even have time to see what was coming in before a figure pounced on Duke.

"Duke, you son of a bitch bastard, you can't even rest in peace after Catelyn dies!" said the man who suddenly appeared, or something strange, and he got into a fight with the musician.

Saza was just about to see how strong the monster who had saved him was when he saw a man slip through the doorway.

"Fanny, why are you here?" he asked, surprised.

"As you said, I went down to the first floor and found the Aemon, who had brought me here. The girl replied.

Seeing the "monster" unrecognizable and half-crippled, Saza was relieved that Aeon really deserved to be treated like this.

"Don't be in a daze, let's go!" Vanne urged, holding him up, she was now in a hurry to escape, which was what Aemon had told before. After rescuing people, they immediately escaped.

Finding out that Emmon with the sword was indeed suppressed all along, Saza wanted to get out quickly, even if he was added, he wouldn't hurt the damn musician. But when I looked down, I remembered that I was still naked, and I couldn't help but hesitate.

Fanny also saw this, "You've seen me anyway, now we're even, come out quickly, otherwise there won't be time." "Even though the situation was tense, she couldn't help but feel a burn in her face, 'Oh my God, what am I talking about!'

'When have I seen you?' wondered as he got up from the coffin.

Duke finds Saza trying to flee and tries to stop him, but is pinned down by his best friend with a silver sword.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Saza left the flesh coffin completely, grabbed his clothes on the ground, and fled the room in a hurry.

"Aemon, do you want to stop the revival of the Blood Disciples again?" Duke said coldly, looking at the monster in front of him.

"It's true that I don't care much about that mission, but I haven't done anything to thwart it. On the contrary, you should be the one who destroyed the revival of the Bloodmen!Duke!My old friend!Don't forget, you killed all the Bloodlies except me!" Aemon roared, a stream of blood flowing out of his palms with a roar, wrapping around the silver sword in his hand.

"What stupid are you talking about?!"

"How pathetic, Duke, are you still lying to yourself, you are the one who has forgotten your original intentions all along!" "I confess that I am afraid of blood because of the shadow caused by my father. But that's not the only reason why I'm completely reluctant to conduct blood experiments!" He crossed his hands back and forth, and suddenly, in addition to the silver sword, there was a blood-red thin sword in his hand.

He continued, "Look at you, Duke! All of you, all the villagers, all the descendants of the Blood, you have gone mad! That ethereal mission has driven you crazy! If we give up that stupid mission, we may be able to leave this hellish place and merge into the world again." But your addiction imprisons you here!"

Duke was furious, and dark red blood wrapped around his hands, turning into two bloody claws. "Shut up, traitor!"

"Can I interpret this as annoyance?" said Aemon with a smile as the swords crossed to block the Bloodclaw's attack. "Maybe you thought about it before, but you chose to deceive yourself. ”

He continued: "Think about it, hiding in such a small village with scarce resources for a long time, the blood of the blood disciples has become more and more muddy from generation to generation, and the old, weak, sick and disabled account for a large part. By the way, what right do we have to take those people's lives?"

"They did it voluntarily!" Duke retorted as he attacked.

"Really?" said Aemon with a mocking smile in a terrible voice, "Then could you please explain the forces that trapped you in this house, which, according to the teachings of the ancestors, seemed to be the power of the deceased's unwillingness?"

During the confrontation, Duke was silent.

"Wake up, it's all over, you can kill me, kill everyone, and wait until you're dead. The bloodthirsty disciples are extinct. ”

After two crisp sounds, the blade fell to the ground, and one of the blades turned into a pool of blood. Looking up, the bloody claws in Duke's hands had crushed Aemon's head.

"Blood disciples, it will never be extinct!"

(To be continued.) )