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The bloodlines in the hands of both of them are the mythical bloodlines of the devil, with hellfire and terrifying power, but the two are so different that it is easy to deduce the root cause.

That is, this power of death is too domineering, and it directly obliterates the nature of the creatures in the devil's bloodline!

Thinking in his heart, Vincent looked calm: "I don't quite understand, maybe it's because I hurt the devil too hard just now, or maybe this devil is essentially like this, after all, every bloodline can't be the same." By the way, Mr. Holens, can you lend me a bottle for blood, my bottle is not strong enough to carry the weight of bloodline. ”

"No problem, it's just a bottle, it's a little problem. ”

With a smile, Horence took out a crystal bottle with an alchemy array printed on the bottom of the bottle and threw it to Vincent, jokingly saying, "Oh, as for the two possibilities you just mentioned, I personally prefer the first one, because I think your personality is too rough." Ha ha. ”

After fighting with the devil and getting the mythical bloodline, Horence was obviously in a good mood, coupled with Vincent's gentlemanly style of politely giving up his bloodline before, he had a good impression of the warlock in front of him and wanted to form a good friendship.

After all, in the realm of warlocks, it is not uncommon to venture out in search of precious treasures. The world is endless, and there are many dangers in it, even if it is a mythical bloodline, there is no guarantee of absolute safety, and if you can have a companion with you in the future, then the adventure life can definitely be much better.

"Probably, but I don't think Mr. Holence is much better than me. ”

Vincent glanced at the crystal bottle, and the True Eye swept away the alchemy array at the bottom of the bottle, and replied with a smile, guiding the blood in his hand to flow into the bottle.

"I think so, we're the same kind of people. ”

Horence smiled softly, bringing the two closer.

"Ah, Vincent. There's no need to call me honorifics, just call me Horence, we're friends, aren't we?"

After packing up the bottle, Vincent chuckled and agreed, "That's right, I'd love to be friends with you." ”

"Me too. ”

The two laughed and said two or three words, and they officially established a relationship of friends.

Both parties feel that the other is a good person to date. It is also a very good choice to recognize the strength of the other party and form a friendship.

Between talking and laughing, Horence seemed to remember something, and suddenly said, "By the way, in the city of Ergi." There is a treasure trove, and there may be some very good things that we should try to find, and if we can catch the escaped Grand Duke Sabi and interrogate it, it will be much easier. ”

In this regard, Vincent smiled helplessly.

"Uh, sorry. Friend, just now when you were fighting with the devil, I saw the figure of Grand Duke Shabi, so ...... You know, that's why I wasn't here just now. ”

He didn't pour out about the fate of Grand Duke Shabi, but the meaning was already clear, as for the reason why he wasn't there. It was also perfectly explained.

Horence waved his hand, and his thick lips rolled down: "So...... Well, if you force it, it's like finding a needle in the ocean, Vincent, what do you think we're going to do now?"

Pointing to the people around him who were still fleeing, Vincent's voice was very light: "I think we can kill all these people who killed their own people." Whoever doesn't stay and believes in the devil should follow the devil to hell, shouldn't he?"

I heard that such a bloody building yì. Horence smiled lightly, and a hint of ruthlessness appeared on his hard face like a stone statue: "Yes, at some point, killing can solve many things, only enough blood as a warning, people will know that believing in the devil is equivalent to looking for death, perhaps, in the process of chasing and killing, you can also go to find the traces of the treasure house, then, I will go to the east." ”

"Go, my friend. ”

Remembering the treasure trove inherited by El, Horence smiled and said goodbye to his friend, and was shaken, covered himself with heavy stone armor, and flew away with a loud wind.

In this land, only Vincent was left alone.

He chuckled slightly, walked west, and began a furious killing process.

Whether it is a warlock with mortal power or a mortal who believes in the devil, there is no chance to escape or hide when you meet him, there is only one ending, and that is death.

"You damned warlock, my lord will ......"

While walking, a mortal strode out and spat at him, but Vincent ignored it, and didn't even have the idea of listening to the other party's words, and directly snapped his fingers and died.

He was not interested in listening to the other party's next words at all, because the content of the language was basically the same, talking about how powerful the devil was, how merciful he was, and then accusing Vincent of being a murderer and destined to be killed. Therefore, as long as he saw these people, he would be killed directly, and even the opportunity for the other party to disgust him would be wiped out.

Believers in this kind of devil are missing a tendon in their heads, and they are completely focused on the object of their faith, and they don't care what the reality is. Just like when I came here a few days ago, I met those supervisors, thinking that warlocks had rules that could not kill mortals, so they jumped out and made all kinds of nonsense, and as a result, they were completely honest with a slap to death.

The cultists who believe in the cult are more unaware than Haig in the academy, at least Haig knows whether he is strong or not, and he does not dare to provoke himself again after the ring battle, and these people are purely the kind of people whose brains have turned into paste, and they are not afraid of death, and they only defend the devil they believe in.

Perhaps, there is one word that can be used to describe them in their previous lives, and that is brain-dead.

Vincent could not have shown mercy to such mortals, and every time he killed one, he was saving the lives of others.

Seeing that there was no one in front of him, and it was empty, he shook his head lightly and shouted around: "The devil is a stupid bastard!"

This roar was like a legendary great summoning technique, and after a while, a large number of believers rushed from all directions with a roar, pointing their weapons at Vincent.

Such fanatics do not allow anyone to insult the object of their faith, and if someone makes a disrespectful remark, they will frantically try to chop the other person into meat sauce.

Vincent reciprocated with a fireball.

Between the flames, there are countless dead!

It strangled all kinds of creatures like mowing grass, and his mind was thinking about absorbing the bloodline of mythology.

For Warlocks, there are two things to consider when they want to fuse other bloodlines.

One is whether the will can withstand the impact, and the other is the body's endurance.

As mentioned earlier, the bloodline of living beings hides the brutality and ferocity of biological nature, and if you want to absorb the bloodline, the will will must fight against this cruel characteristic, and even if you surrender, that ferocity will be hidden in the bloodline, and it will continue to lurk, and it cannot be removed.

If an ordinary warlock absorbs one or two, it is fine, but if he absorbs too much, his consciousness will gradually blur, and even become confused, eventually leading to a mental breakdown and death of the soul.

This is one of the big problems for warlocks to absorb bloodlines.

And his power of death can easily solve this problem!

The creatures killed by the power of death, the wildness in the bloodline is destroyed, which means that the biggest obstacle to the fusion of the mythical bloodline is completely eliminated, and the nature of the living beings hidden in the bloodline collapses, naturally it cannot interfere with the will of the person who fuses the bloodline, so that Vincent can absorb as many other bloodlines as possible!

Think about it, just one kind of mythical bloodline can do this, what if there are two, three, or even four or five?

He vaguely saw a path to the supreme powerhouse unfold from there.

However, this also has a slight side effect.

Because the remnants of the living creature were destroyed by death, when absorbing its bloodline power, it would be weaker than the original creature, just like the original Sun Troll, Vincent's strength after absorbing the bloodline was far inferior to that of the Sun Troll.

However, this is nothing compared to the benefits.

Now that the first point has been solved, it is natural to think about the second point.

For the warlock, the body is a container, the larger and stronger the container, the more power it can bear, which is also one of the problems that restrict the warlock from absorbing the power of the bloodline, if the absorbed bloodline is too strong, the body can not bear it, it will collapse and shatter.

Vincent had also been troubled by this problem, because even though his body was strong, it was impossible to withstand too much blood, but now, there was a solution.

With a flick of his fingers, he swept away the large number of mortals who rushed up, and a smile rose into the corner of his mouth.

"The fruit of the Eternal Tree of Immortality, well, is a good thing. ”