Janet's low grunt of pain was heard, and Siegel couldn't stay calm. His heart beat suddenly, his breathing became heavy, and the muscles in his body began to tense. Siegel began to shiver, a feeling of horror and nausea spreading from his chest to his body, and he nearly lost control of his stealthy movements. The young mage apprentice paused in the shadows for a moment, refocusing on the task ahead. He struggled to slow his pounding heartbeat. "Be in control," he said to himself.

Slowly poking his head out, he finally saw the inside of the Shortfoot Temple. The room was littered with a jumble of red lines, as if some crazy painter had knocked over all the jars of paint. Five wooden chairs were arranged evenly in the corners of the room, four of which had a person tied to them, tied in layers of chains, and a strip of cloth stuffed in their mouths. They had their eyes closed and seemed to be unconscious. A red and blue servant of the lamp god was grabbing Janet and pinning her to the fifth chair.

The Blood Mage was facing away from Siegel, who looked old and short, skinny and wrinkled on the top of his bare head. He was concentrating on the magic array, blood flowing from his thick veins, dripping down his fingers and onto the ground. Whenever two lines intersect, a strong flash of light radiates. The smell of rotting rust in the air made Siegel feel extremely uncomfortable, and his internal organs seemed to be mixed together. The blood mage is mindful and has words, and is very focused on casting spells.

I've got to do it quickly!" Siegel said to himself. He stood on his tiptoes, avoiding all the lines of magic on the ground, in case the blood mage sensed the changes in the circle. Breathing, airflow, sounds, and the reflection of weapons were all taken into account, and Siegel held his dagger in one hand and his wand in the other, and he walked through the arches, stone pillars, and wooden chairs, and leaned towards the Blood Mage step by step.

Siegel swung his knife quickly and stabbed it into the blood mage's neck. Just one cut...... It solves all problems. But a mage will always have a means to save his life, and even more so a blood mage who is trying to survive. A magical barrier appeared on him, blocking the dragon's tooth dagger.

The Dragon's Tooth Dagger in Siegel's hand exploded to pieces, destroying the barrier of magic at the same time. If it were a normal metal dagger, it would have absolutely no such effect, and only dragon's teeth and certain materials would be able to wreak havoc on protective magic. The impact of the explosion sent both men staggering, but the strong Siegel was able to recover more quickly. His wand glowed, and a missile of energy was being born. At the same time, the Obsidian Dagger was drawn and was about to launch a second attack.

The lamp god was the first to react, waving his hand across the room, and Siegel was hit his left wrist and his wand flew away. However, the obsidian dagger plunged into the blood mage's back, piercing his left rib and piercing through his heart.

Siegel drew his dagger and found no blood on it. He hurriedly stabbed the lamp god before he flew over, directly cutting off the blood mage's cervical vertebrae. The bare head immediately drooped, but there was still no blood on the dagger.

"There's no fourth chance left, Assassin. The head hanging from his chest made a sound, and the blood mage turned. The god of lights arrived, and the lightning-bolted fist hit the bridge of Siegel's nose, unable to dodge even with his elf-like reflexes. A large mass of blood-red tentacles emerged from the ground and walls, cascading around Siegel, countless small thorns piercing his skin, and a faint but dense electric current traveled through Siegel's body, paralyzing the apprentice mage.

"What a brave and stupid act, you sneak attacker. The Blood Mage straightened his head with both hands, and could see his heart pounding, a red thread burrowing from his chest up the skin to under his eyes. The Blood Mage let go of his hands, and his head was able to rotate normally again, as it had been before it had been stabbed.

Siegel finally saw the face of the blood mage, and realized that this person could hardly be called a human anymore. His face was even uglier than that of a zombie, gray-white corpse spots crawled all over his forehead and cheeks, and red eyeballs protruding from his sockets, as if they were about to fall off at any moment. His entire mouth was rotten, and his gums were peeking through his lips and chin. Countless tiny veins wriggled beneath his skin, and bright red blood flowed through them, and within them there was a powerful magical energy.

"Do you really think you can sneak behind me and kill me so easily? The blood pumping in your heart is like a drum that I can hear from afar. The Blood Mage picked up the obsidian dagger from the ground and looked at it with interest, "But I didn't expect you to have such good things, dragon teeth and obsidian. You deserve praise for being able to hurt me. What reward should I give you?"

Siegel was bound by the blood tentacles and could not move, and his skin turned blue from the force, but he couldn't feel it at all because of the paralyzing effect. If it continues, it will soon be time for Siegel's limbs to begin to die due to ischemia. Seeing that the situation was under control, the blood mage slightly weakened the power of the spell. He walked up to Siegel and pierced the apprentice mage's earlobe with an obsidian dagger, taking a drop of blood from it, and tasting it with his tongue.

Then, his eyes widened, and he looked very surprised. The Blood Mage muttered, "Perfect Blood, how can there be a Human with Perfect Blood?" and stabbed Siegel with several wounds: the back of his neck, his fingers, the tip of his heart, and his right waist. He "tasted" the blood separately, then closed his mouth, closed his eyes, and stood quietly in the center of the room. His fingers twitched slightly, as if he was writing some kind of incantation out of thin air. His brow could be seen furrowed at times and relaxed at other times, and the Blood Mage was confronted with an indecisive choice, thinking and calculating with his heart.

Siegel kept trying to break free, but he began to feel hungrier and hungrier. With the rapid loss of physical strength, the power of magical resistance in exchange for him can regain consciousness in an instant. But the Bloodtentacle magic was always there, and it continued to bind him. Siegel would then be paralyzed again, still under the control of the Blood Mage. He discovered a shortcoming in the magic resistance of the Twenty-Sided Dice: it was difficult to get rid of the effects of the continuous spells.

"Untie the old man from his chair and throw it aside, and his blood will be gone. The Blood Mage opened his eyes and immediately gave orders to the Lamp God. Then, turning to Siegel, he said, "Your perfect bloodline is hard for me to give up, and you happen to be a mage, young and strong, fate really smiles on me. I will be born again and come to earth again with a noble and mighty bloodline. But I never had the luxury of having a new body, until now. Little Assassin, you should be honored, and I will continue to walk with your body to the legend. ”

Siegel's eyes widened, "It's the effect of the Bloodline Key spell, I'm not a perfect bloodline, your senses have been deceived!" he wanted to shout like this, but he was paralyzed, let alone his tongue, and he couldn't even blink his eyelids. He watched as Janet was tied to a chair and fell into a deep sleep under the influence of magic. A strong old man untied himself from his chair and threw it in the corner like garbage. Siegel was tied from the blood tentacles by the lamp god and tied to the old man's original chair. However, his treatment is more special, and he is not cast into a deep sleep. So he could clearly see that the blood mage began to drip blood on the ground again, and the new lines covered some of the old lines, and the entire magic array was even more complicated. Especially around Siegel's chair, the blood-colored lines are denser than the others. The Blood Mage remained silent, unusually focused on preparing for this spell ritual. Siegel didn't know how much blood he had shed, but he could only roughly estimate that if ordinary people bled like this, they would have become dry corpses a long time ago.

After an unknown amount of time, the blood mage finally completed the transformation of the magic array and stood up. He stared at Siegel with those blood-red eyes, and a cold chill pierced the disciple mage's mind like a steel needle. Siegel couldn't struggle, so his pain increased exponentially. He looked into the eyes of the blood mage, trying to ignore the pain and concentrate on what to do. Even in such an unfavorable situation, Siegel tried to save himself.

"In a while, I'll be you. The Blood Mage's eyes widened, and the bottomless blood-red hell was hidden in those eyes. He asked coldly, "What else do you want to say?"

Siegel had been released from the Blood Tentacles, and he was on the verge of starvation, but was finally freed from his paralysis. He knew that this was his only chance and he couldn't let the blood mage know, so he completely relaxed his muscles and disguised himself as if he couldn't move, not talking, not looking, not moving. Then the lantern god flew over and stripped him of his clothes, as naked as he had been when he was born. With the help of the twenty-sided dice, Siegel's necklace, space key, and dice themselves were not discovered, and both the wand and the weapon were tossed aside by the lamp god. He was thrown into the fifth chair, his head tilted limply over his shoulders - Siegel had been pretending to be paralyzed, not responding even when the lamp god touched his lower body. The mage focused on the magic circle, and as a result, Siegel got through the trick.

The Blood Mage examined the circle as he swept his gaze over the five people in the chair one by one, and he chattered with a declaration of victory: "Young Apprentice Mage, I really envy you, and you still have the blessing of youth. You can't imagine the horror of death. I had mastered my blood, thinking I would be able to master my flesh by it, but the power of time still affected me. All my bodies but blood are decaying and dying. He ripped off a layer of skin from his chin and threw it on the ground in disgust, then said, "After discovering this, I began to learn the power of necromancy again. Transforming the Lich can escape the ravages of time, but my blood magic interferes with the process, making me inhuman and ghostly. In the end, the only way I could survive was through the bloodline transfer technique I created. Replace the blood, reverse the fate. This spell is destined to shock the world, and you are lucky enough to be its carrier. ”

As soon as he spoke, the circle began to work, and Siager saw Prince Aaron, Evan, Janet, and one of the Dawn Guards, all of whom had a small hole between their eyebrows, and blood pooled into a thin line and emerged from the hole. The blood of the king formed the thickest thread, and the blood of the demon descendant was the thinnest, and they converged and concentrated on the top of the blood mage's head, forming a counterclockwise vortex that burrowed through the middle of his skull. The Blood Mage's eyes glowed brightly, like two fireballs blazing. He used an obsidian dagger to cut the blood vessels in both wrists, tossed the dagger aside, and closed the wounds so that the wounds fit together and let his own blood flow to the ground.

The Blood Mage smiled eerily, and he pointed his two index fingers at Siegel and said in a cold voice, "Here we go." ”