The bleak light of blood, the pungent smell of blood, the tragic breath.

This relatively spacious dark room made people feel extremely uncomfortable, and the four of Roger jumped out of the pool of blood, all staring at the blood ancestor.

He had at least hundreds of blood vessels connected to pools of blood throughout his body.

There were dense bottles and jars on the table next to the blood pool, and when they saw those bottles, several people couldn't help frowning, and the bottles were soaked in various organs of the human body, including skin, heart, eyes, and spleen

They look especially terrifying when soaked in potions.

As a puppeteer, Roger and others have also dissected corpses, but such a systematic decomposition has never been done.

Locked in the other pile of bottles was a black mist, which sometimes changed into a distorted human face, and the human face showed an extremely painful expression.

Those were imprisoned souls, and they were only test subjects for the Blood Ancestor.

"Whoa",

The blood vessels are withdrawn from the pool of blood and retracted into the blood ancestor's body.

Roger was stunned again, the blood vessels were not artificially made, but part of his body.

Blood Ancestor glanced at a few people, and there was a bit of appreciation in his eyes.

Roger looked at his body at this time and felt indescribably awkward, and many subtle differences became clear one by one.

Eyes of different sizes, thick and thin arms, asymmetrical body

"Your Body",

Blood Ancestor said: "This body has been transformed four hundred and twenty-one times, and many organs are no longer mine, and a large amount of blood and active organs are needed to ensure the vitality of this body."

He pointed to the side of the vessel that held the organs.

Roger's stomach churned, and he finally understood the role of these human organs.

These are just tools for him to replace.

The veins stretched out of his body again. This time it's just the tiny ends sticking out. The dirt in the body is drained into the blood pool along with the blood.

The warbler covered her mouth to prevent herself from spitting out. When he looked at the Blood Ancestor again, his eyes were full of disgust.

Roger scoffed, "Can a body like you still control a puppet?"

The art of manipulating a puppet requires the coordination of fingers, arms, and body, and it may be very difficult for an awkward body like him to manipulate a puppet.

The corners of Blood Ancestor's mouth pulled down, as if he was laughing, he stretched out his withered arm and said, "Every part of my body belongs to the puppeteer",

"Huh?".

Hearing this, the hearts of several people sank, and they seemed to understand the extremely unusual meaning.

Sure enough, the Blood Ancestor spit out eight more words from his mouth

"The Puppeteer of the Town of Dapest".

These eight words made the hearts of the four of them suddenly cold.

But there is no puppeteer who does not know the events of the Death Town two hundred years ago.

Blood Ancestor sighed: "Normal people can't live for two hundred years, no body can resist such a long time, my body began to decay when I was eighty years old, and my organs failed, so I kept looking for a body that could be replaced",

"I've tried many people's organs, and the younger the person, the more active the organ. The longer it survives in my body, the more organs of ordinary people affect the overall flexibility of this body. As a puppeteer, you should know what kind of body can flexibly control the puppet."

None of them spoke, quietly listening to him recount the past.

That nightmarish past.

"Later, I found out that the internal organs have very little influence on the puppet, and the real impact is on the hands, feet and mind, so I need the internal organs of ordinary young people and the flexible limbs of the puppeteer",

"So you designed the 'Dead Town Incident'?", Roger said coldly.

This infamous event that has gone down in history has left generations of puppeteers living in darkness that has not changed until now.

Blood Ancestor waved his hand: "That's not a design, it's just an accident",

"I need a lot of active organs and a small number of puppeteers, I told them to be careful, but they quickly killed the red eye and turned things out of control",

"That's a group of crazy puppeteers, even crazier than me, for the sake of power, for the sake of knowledge-seeking **, they do everything, I don't sympathize with their death at all",

Ying snorted: "Yes, you should thank them for contributing so many organs to you",

The three-year-long "Little Holy War" between the Knights Templar and the puppeteers killed countless people, and the puppeteers disappeared completely, but during this time, the Holy See could not even get the corpse of a puppeteer, and the bodies of those who died in the Death Town incident could not be found.

These two strange events have been a mystery of history, and only now do they know the whereabouts of the bodies of the puppeteers and the victims of the Death Town incident.

All of them were acquired by the Blood Ancestors.

Blood Ancestor shook his head and sighed: "That's not something to be happy about, what I need is a stable source of blood, organs and corpses, the puppeteer suffered a catastrophe after the Dapest incident",

"It's a pity that the Holy See at that time was unprecedentedly powerful, and the Nine Brains had not yet taken shape, otherwise there was still room for redemption."

His tone was full of regret.

"You should be grateful to me", he turned his head and smiled gloomily, "If it weren't for my efforts, you wouldn't be alive now",

I don't know if he said it really or falsely, whether it was mockery or straightforward.

But the murderous intent in the hearts of the four of them is unprecedentedly blazing, the time of the death town, the pursuit and killing of the Holy See, causing them to be displaced, and the culprit of the suffering is in front of them, this old monster known as the originator of the puppeteer has tortured them a lot.

Thank?

No, they only have killing in their hearts.

"Old guy, I won't let you continue to be nostalgic in the world, death is your best destination",

Roger sneered, and the container behind him quietly opened.

"Click", the cold air spread, and the walls on both sides quickly formed a layer of ice, and Luo Jue completely sealed the transformed souls in the walls.

"Snort",

The white dove and the bird hung in the air, densely packed around the warbler, and the paper puppet burned with his fingers.

The warbler also hangs out the female punishment and the plague puppet.

The overall situation laid out by the puppeteer will eventually be ended by the puppeteer.

Blood Ancestor glanced at the four of them, his gaze resting on Luo Jue.

"Don't you use a puppet?",

"Oh, your puppets have all been destroyed",

With a hint of disdain, with a hint of mockery, the blood on his body jumped several meters high, rushed to the roof and spread out, a powerful air flow filled the entire case, and his breath continued to rise, and soon even the blood pool boiled, and the bubbles bulged in the blood pool, and then burst.

"You are the only four remaining puppeteers on the mainland, don't worry, I won't kill you, but your arms will remain",

A cruel smile flashed across their faces, and the next moment several people saw the afterimage left in front of them.

What followed was a terrifying breath of death. (To be continued......)