Chapter 12: Death

"More than ten years ago, I was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer and bone metastasis, but relying on white blood, I can still hunt demons."

Time passes.

In the dimly lit church, Abraham tilted his head and slapped the milky white viscous liquid from the dropper into his eyes in turn.

There was no need for everyone to go out to hunt the reverted corpse, Lu Li had already prepared a reverted corpse heart and encapsulated it in a glass jar in advance.

After confirming that he was about to be chased by the Blood Clan, Professor Ivor did not hesitate, and immediately used simple tools to complete the first refining according to the simple alchemy formula.

Now is the time to test the results!

I saw the old man's face, visible to the naked eye, red to the naked eye, bloodshot all over the eyeballs, and there were green tendons blooming on his neck and wrists, and he wanted to wail several times, but he was suppressed by his will.

Ten minutes later.

Abraham's cheeks were rosy and his eyes were sharpening, and several young men from the Mexican gang didn't dare to look at each other, feeling too aggressive.

This is the Witcher!

I saw him pick up the wolf's head sword crutch and stand up from the bed, his state is outrageous, let alone a hundred years old, I am afraid that the prime of life in his thirties and forties may not be able to compare.

Of course, it still failed to break through the boundaries of human beings, and hunting down a complete soul corpse can be regarded as a good hand, which can ensure that it will not lag behind in the Armageddon.

At this moment, looking at Abraham, who seemed to have been reborn, Lu Li withdrew his gaze and turned to the remaining purified white blood in the dropper.

"You can try."

Listening to the old man's words, he was not hypocritical, and all of them dripped into his pupils on the spot.

Warm, comfortable, bones crackling, like a tiger stretching out.

It can be described as treating dark wounds.

It is true that there is nothing more stable than the bronze throne in the middle and high sequence of speech spirits, but it also has a side effect - it strengthens muscle strength and physical strength, but it will compress the bones.

Even if there is a dragon's blood transformation, it will still hurt itself over time, and the only way to solve it is to stop overloading.

As for the way to treat the symptoms but not the root cause, it is to binge eat calcium tablets, and you don't have to worry about not being able to absorb one bottle a day.

Now, the half-tube of white blood has entered the body, not to mention that the whole person has returned to the peak injury-free state, at least it has been accumulated in the past few years, and most of the dark injuries that have been forcibly suppressed have been healed.

Because of this, Lu Li immediately made a decision, and with the help of rudimentary tools, he purified the entire heart of the rejuvenated corpse, or rather, all the bloodthirsty nematodes hidden in it.

Dry three test tubes in a row.

In order to save time and further verify the effect, he no longer even absorbed it through his eyes, and directly tilted his head and took a sip, during which there was no pain, and the heat immediately swept through his body.

Peak!

Skillful fighting instincts, superimposed on a flawless body, right now, Lu Li is not afraid of a decisive battle, and even with enough pure white blood to support him, he can always maintain the bronze throne.

However, the premise is that he does not further improve the activity of the dragon blood in his body, but this possibility is simply minimal, and the so-called ultimate battle, almost everyone has to fight hard.

Especially if you want to get more rewards from the main god space, it seems that you have to twist the plot as much as possible......

Outside the monastery.

The number of returning corpses gathered, and the number was nearly a thousand.

If it weren't for the fear of startling the grass and the snake, the movement would be too big, and it would be detected in advance, and the Blood Ancestor would even be able to mobilize a million troops in a short period of time.

However, led by his right-hand man Acoste, a thousand fully reincarnated corpses launched a frontal attack to destroy the old witcher...... More than enough.

As for the newborn Kunlan, and Lu Li, who has golden pupils, the Blood Ancestor plans to deal with it slowly in the future.

"In 1945 I failed to die for the Führer, and now is the time."

Today, Ecoste is still well-dressed and shiny in leather shoes, not like an executioner officer of the Third Reich, as if he were an old British gentleman.

As he muttered to himself, a membrane appeared under his eyelids that was by no means human, closing rapidly from the left and right sides to the middle.

It is clear that both sides are ready to die.

It's just that...... Ecoste had not yet expected that the mysterious man mentioned by the Blood Ancestor would deliberately indulge Alonso to inform, and take the initiative to contribute to the current situation.

"It's a pity that silver is too scarce now, and too much has been lost before, otherwise, all the machine gun bullets will be plated with silver, and the soul corpse will be slaughtered directly!"

Due to the early warning, Gus and his younger brothers were prepared early, either with machine guns or submachine guns, facing the church gate.

Not far away, Lu Li, who was holding a silver-plated scimitar and did not light up his golden pupils, was silent, he wanted to eat meat, so he pinched the soft persimmon Kelly in the first step.

And now there is only one hard persimmon left.

Gotta find a way to fix it!

In this way, the Blood Ancestor will lose his right-hand man, and he will definitely lose his mind, launch a general attack at any cost, and even forget the deterrence brought by nuclear bombs.

In the original play, this is what it looks like.

Obviously, he can remotely command an army of millions of soul-returning corpses from a distance, and forcibly consume the protagonist group to death, but in order to settle the situation in one fell swoop and completely kill the demon hunter team that has repeatedly caused trouble, the blood ancestor takes the lead in the charge......

Maybe it's the aura of intelligence that plays a role.

There is also a reasonable explanation, that is, the Blood Ancestor is the embodiment of evil, a combination of greed, tyranny, and bloodthirst, and its nature does not allow it to retreat further.

Moreover, for the strong, as long as they leave with one heart, the soul returning corpse cannot be stopped at all, only it will take action in person.

In a flash of thought, the door of the church collapsed, and a crowd of blood clans rushed in.

All kinds of guns that have been prepared for a long time are powerful.

For a time, white blood and bloodthirsty nematodes splashed.

Everyone present is experienced in combat, and deliberately keeps a safe distance to prevent insects from entering the body.

The first wave of the offensive was successfully repulsed.

However, the resurrected corpse was not afraid of death, and finally killed the inside of the church when the firepower was weakened by the exchange of ammunition.

Close melee combat, inevitable.

Lu Li didn't have the kung fu to take care of the miscellaneous fish, just leave it to the old man and others to deal with.

His eyes are constantly wandering, and he is looking for the figure of Ecoste in every corner.

Almost at the same time, the remnants of the Third Reich also noticed that Lu Li, who was armed with a full moon scimitar and a large number of weapons hanging from his tactical suit, was in the camp of the demon hunters.

Golden pupils?

A metal body?

Power horror?

There are also weaknesses!

Previously, through Kelly's perspective, the Blood Ancestor had already touched Lu Li's shortcomings - not that it didn't last, but that the speed was too slow!

Even if it can form a visual residual effect in the eyes of ordinary people, it cannot exceed the speed of sound to avoid bullet shots.

So, use it as a stake and don't take the initiative to provoke it......

Thinking of this, Ecoste sneered in his heart, as if teleporting, breaking through the metal barrage blockade on the spot and coming to a Mexican gang machine gunner.

Click.

There was a crunch.

The crunch of twisting the neck came to my ears.

The firepower immediately waned, and the Demon Hunters lost a warrior and their morale was low.