Fear made it hard for Siegel to breathe, and he could barely resist the urge to get up and run away. In order to ensure that the effect of the magic array could operate correctly without interference, the lamp god was also sent to a distance. Now there is only one enemy in the Hall of Short Feet, the Blood Mage, and the escape exit is behind you.

No, Siegel said to himself calmly, now is not the time. The fluctuations of magical energy are still intensifying, but they are not yet at their peak, the blood mage's control is still there, and he still has the strength to spare his hands at any time to cast other spells or give orders. And it makes no sense to do anything at such a moment, it will be countered. Only when the spell is carried out at the most critical moment, at that time, the blood mage needs to use almost all of his concentration to maintain the spell, like a strong man holding a thousand pounds, his hands are occupied, and it is difficult to defend and resist. 'Only then,' Siegel forced himself to remain motionless, quietly digging his nails deep into the flesh, using pain to stimulate the stiff muscles while overcoming the effects of fear on reaction speed.

The blood mage's wrinkled, rotten and evil face drew closer, and the smell of blood on his body was clear and disgusting. The distance was so close that Siegel could already feel the wind from the surge of magic through his skin.

"Everything is ready. The Blood Mage said softly, "Enter eternal sleep......

The magic circle began to work, and the people tied to the chairs woke up and began to scream in pain. They didn't know what was happening to them, only the blood on their heads, the terrifying-looking magician, and the aura of death that permeated them. Several of them struggled, but the chains on their bodies were hard to break free, and their strength waned as more and more blood was drawn out. Prince Aaron had the most blood drawn, so he was the weakest. The poor guy's skin has become pale and transparent, his body temperature is constantly dropping, and the air he exhales is cold, like a snowman.

An even more terrifying sight appeared before everyone: all the flesh and skin of the blood mage melted away like wax from the flames, falling off from the bones, and the only remaining organ in his body was the heart. In front of everyone stood a skeleton surrounded by blood vessels, its heart still beating, its blood still flowing, and the skeleton still casting spells. The energy of the magic array pulsated with the rhythm of the skeleton's heart, beating on Siegel like a tidal wave. In order to keep the new body container intact, the blood mage injected himself and the energy stolen from the blood into Siegel's body, quickly replenishing his lost stamina, and then storing it up to repair the injuries that could be caused by the blood transfer.

The Blood Mage believed in his magical abilities and did not trap Siegel with chains. He fears that after acquiring a new body, all summons and creations will take the opportunity to break free from control, and there is a high possibility that they will rebel against their masters. At that time, he would be extremely weak, and all his strength would be used to suppress the bloodline, and he would have no strength left to fight the rebellion. Without a summon, he couldn't undo the chains on his body. If after the spell succeeded, he would be trapped and starved to death in his magic array, that would be the greatest irony. The paralyzing effect of the Blood Tentacles is strong enough that it will subside naturally after waiting for half an hour. The Blood Mage is confident that there will be no disturbance in the area for half an hour.

The chanting of the incantation became more and more pitched, and the spell was carried out at a critical time. As the last syllable was recited, all the sounds around it suddenly disappeared. The skeletons had turned to dust and scattered to the ground, their hearts and blood vessels had turned to gray-white scum, and only a mass of humanoid blood still stood in the center of the circle. Four lines of blood ran through the top of him, one shooting quickly between Siegel's eyebrows.

And then missed.

Siegel fell backwards and threw his chair to the ground. He reached for his wand and chanted the secret phrase "Schlack!" and the wand flew into his palm, and the next spell immediately activated a projectile of energy that shot into the blood-formed humanoid. In the blast of the explosion, the Bloody Man was blown apart, writhing like a bush in a raging wind. The Blood Mage now has no mouth and cannot recite incantations, but he can gather his body at will, wrapping and spreading like a stream of water. He only had to burrow into Siegel to complete the spell, so the blood mage swooped down like waves hitting rocks.

Siegel struggled as he chanted a mantra, unleashing a cold force from the tip of his wand. Rather than using flames to dry the blood, Siegel is more tolerant of cold conditions and more proficient in spells. A layer of frost covered the Blood Man, slowing it down considerably.

A ball of blood bulged like the shriveled and bare head of a blood mage. There were two hollows in his eye sockets, making the whole blood mass look like a skeleton. Necromancy and blood magic combined perfectly at this moment to create such a unique monster. It threw out a bloody hand and pressed it against Siegel's face. Countless amounts of blood poured into the apprentice mage's mouth, choking all the spells back.

"In the end, I'm the winner. Blood poured into Siegel's ears, and then he heard the voice of the blood mage. "The perfect bloodline of the king, running through the gods and demons, crossing the line of life and death, I will go to immortality through you. ”

"Go to NMD!" Siegel roared, coughing up a lot of blood foam as he convulsed uncontrollably. He struggled to tug at the sticky mass of blood on his body, but he struggled to swing his limbs like a worm that was getting tighter and tighter in a cobweb. Blood poured into his nose, mouth, and head, and then choked out and spat on the ground. Siegel struggled and twitched like a drowning man. He felt his strength dwindling and his mind dizzy, but he continued to fight for survival. One by one, the people in the chairs fainted, and finally only Janet was still conscious. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she watched bitterly as Siegel was wrapped in a bloody cocoon.

Then Janet heard a "bang", the blood cocoon exploded, and Siegel fell to the ground and coughed violently. A large amount of blood rushed back into several people through the blood line, and Janet felt that her vision was blood-red, and many capillaries were wounded and ruptured, and her whole body was in severe pain. In the blood-colored world, she saw a short, small ball of blood slowly standing up, its hollow eye sockets facing in the direction of Siegel. Waves echoed in Janet's mind, and there seemed to be thunder in the distance.

Once again, Siegel resisted the blood mage's magic, draining the power that had been poured into him. The amount of magical energy that was beyond his limits had caused very serious damage, and the number of the twenty-sided dice gradually dimmed. Siegel didn't have time to notice it now, because the Blood Mage was still there, speaking directly in his ear through the blood connection, attracting most of his attention.

"Perfect Bloodline's magic resistance is so high?" the Blood Mage's voice was full of confusion, and he looked at Siegel lying in a pool of blood in surprise. There was still joy in his doubts, although he had lost a lot of strength in the possession that had just failed, the magic array was still running, and the four sacrifices were still alive, and he only needed to draw more blood to make up for it. And he could also feel that the apprentice mage had run out of oil, his body was open and defenseless, and he was powerless to stop the fusion process.

"There is no perfect pedigree waiting for you. Siegel turned and sat on the ground looking at the Blood Mage. He had just fallen to the ground when he heard heavy footsteps approaching in the distance. The god of lights will only fly in the air, there can be no such sound, only the intelligent golem - Siegel prays to the god of squid with the last hope, begging him to send warriors to defeat evil. Until then, though, he needs to delay enough. Siegel's heart beat faster, and his voice trembled as he regained hope. He whispered, "I just used the spell of the bloodline key, which can change the state of the bloodline, so as to apply the magic power in it. ”

"This can't be!" the Blood Mage's voice was anxious and angry, but he couldn't find any answer in Siegel's smiling eyes. "There is no such spell in the world, the bloodlines can only be fused, and mortals have no ability to create and change the power in them. How could you, a little apprentice mage, understand how powerful the power in your bloodline is, and how could you have such a spell? I am proficient in necromancy and blood magic, and I have never heard of such power!"

"I really don't know why. Siegel said, the sarcasm in his eyes hurting the blood mage. "I don't really have that power, but that doesn't stop me from applying it. Have you ever heard of a mage named Jia Kun?"

"Alchemist Jia Kun?" the blood mage's voice began to tremble, and even the red in the blood mass began to fade. "He only appears in legends and wild histories, and is sung in the songs of troubadours, and no mage organization has information about this man, only we blood mages know that this man really exists. Where did you hear about this name?"

"I've read his spell books. Siegel continued to stall and focused the Blood Mage's attention on himself: "There are only two spells in the book, the Bloodline Key and the Great Lockbreaker. ”

"Tell me!" the blood mage shouted, "Tell me the spell, and I'll spare your life." Since your body is not a perfect bloodline, I will let you live and use that old man's body. It's a deal, a deal that all the mages understand. ”

"If I tell you two spells, you're sure you're going to kill me. Siegel bargained: "And these friends of mine can't die, I'm here to save them." ”

"These guys in the chairs? They can't die. The blood mage shrieked and laughed, "As long as I don't let them die, they'll be fine, and they will recover after a long rest." They were stimulated by me in the magic array, and it is very likely that they will be blessed with misfortune. Say, young man, the trade between mages is sacred. ”

"I'm going to tell you one first, and then I'll tell you the second one when you're done with your part of the deal, how about it?" Siegel thought about it for a moment, then mustered up the courage to look into the blood mage's eyes. He feared that the footsteps would be discovered by the Blood Mage, and this worry was faintly visible in his eyes. The Blood Mage caught the detail, but he mistakenly thought it was the apprentice mage's concern about whether the deal would be executed, and the truest expression of the survivor's feelings. So the blood mage said in a soft voice, "Okay, I agree to this deal. Come on, tell me what the Bloodline Key does. ”