Although the flesh was black in color, it was not rotten and turned black, but it was originally black.

Herag could clearly feel the vitality contained in this piece of flesh and blood.

Judging by the setting, no one has been here for many years.

But the piece of flesh in the glass petri dish remained alive.

Herag walked around the house, which was cramped and there wasn't much else.

He quickly saw that there was a witch circle connected to the entire castle.

The specific effect of this witch array is not yet clear, but it is not visible in the time.

Herag guessed that it was to maintain the vitality of the flesh, and he felt that the entire castle's witchcraft was actually centered on this piece of flesh and blood.

At that time, the owner of the castle probably wanted to keep this piece of flesh and blood here first, at least to be able to maintain the flesh and blood from corruption with the help of the witch array.

Wait until you have a chance later, and then come back to take this piece of flesh.

The owner of the castle must be a powerful wizard, as can be seen from the potion materials he has cultivated.

Moreover, this piece of flesh and blood must come from an extremely powerful existence, perhaps a powerhouse at the level of the evil god of the abyss plane.

Since the castle owner dares to study this thing, it means that his own strength is good, and he can control it without being counterattacked.

Herag looked at this piece of flesh and thought, he wondered if he should use the Great Dark Sky to absorb the power of this piece of flesh and blood.

Since he didn't know what kind of existence this piece of flesh and blood came from, Herag didn't dare to absorb the power of his bloodline at will.

What is certain is that this piece of flesh must come from some existence in the abyss plane, and its strength is still very strong.

There is no way to take this thing away for later research, because once it is taken out of this glass petri dish, the moment it leaves this witch array, it will rot and become a useless mass of stinky meat.

Therefore, Herag can only think about whether to absorb the power of the bloodline in the black flesh here.

He thought for a moment, stretched out his hand, and the phantom of the ancient stone tablet appeared behind him.

Still, Herag decided to absorb the power of his bloodline.

He already has the bloodline power of the Ancestor of the Thunder God in his body, and the bloodline power in this piece of flesh and blood is not as strong as the bloodline of the Ancestor.

Therefore, even if there is any problem, it can be suppressed by relying on the power of the ancestral bloodline.

Herag cast the Great Dark Sky, and after the magic came into contact with that piece of black flesh, a trace of the power of the bloodline was quickly absorbed by himself.

After the power of these bloodlines circulated throughout the body, they all eventually flowed into the bloodline imprint.

Herag's bloodline imprint was slightly hot, and it seemed that the power of absorbing this bloodline had also undergone some subtle changes.

Ten minutes later, Herag put away the Great Dark Sky and completely absorbed the power of the bloodline in this piece of black flesh.

The black flesh in the glass petri dish was now dim, and the vitality contained in it was gone, and it was rapidly turning into an ordinary piece of flesh.

After the power of the bloodline in this piece of flesh and blood was absorbed, it naturally could not continue to maintain its vitality.

Herag closed his eyes, feeling the power of the bloodline he had just absorbed.

He has one more talent, which is called the Plague of Desolation.

"The Desolation Plague: Absorbing the Life Force of Life."

After feeling the new bloodline power in his body, Herag quickly understood the effect of the talent of the Desolation Plague.

To put it simply, the Desolation Plague can absorb all life force and strengthen its own life force.

Life can be used to increase one's lifespan and can also be used to quickly recover from injuries.

Herag's strength is still relatively weak, and he can only absorb the life of other lifeforms through touch.

When you are stronger, you can absorb the life of the lifeforms that can be seen in the line of sight.

Herag then thought of the desolate pollution that would spread across the continent of Karagher.

He quickly realized that this desolate plague talent of his was most likely the desolation that had polluted the entire Karague continent, and the two were the same power.

It's just that the person who caused the pollution of the entire Karague continent is an extremely powerful being.

Herag could scarcely have imagined how powerful it would have to be for the barren plague to contaminate an entire continent for so long.

The desolation has polluted the Karague continent for countless years, and I don't know how much life has been absorbed during this time.

These life forces fed back to the existence of the Abyss Plane, and it was an unimaginably huge force.

If the vitality of so many living beings in the entire Karague Continent was all gathered into one person......

Just thinking about it, Herag could feel the strength of that man.

It's just that maybe others don't look down on this power.

To be able to cause such a large area of pollution and to last such a long time, he himself is probably more powerful than ordinary evil gods.

After fusing with the Desolation Plague, the bloodline imprint also underwent some changes.

However, due to the inability to fully activate at this time, Herag has no way of knowing what will happen.

After Herag finished absorbing the power of the bloodline, he saw that there was nothing else left in the basement, and he prepared to leave.

Who knew that he suddenly sensed something, his face changed, and he immediately closed the door of the basement.

In a clearing outside the castle, there were suddenly spatial ripples, and then six people suddenly appeared on the ground.

The six men, five men and one woman, were led by a white-bearded old man, and the others looked to be young men in their twenties and thirties.

Naturally, wizards can't judge their chronological age based on their appearance.

But this white-bearded old man has the strongest magical aura on his body, and he is a second-level wizard.

Several of the others were first-level wizards, ranging from vaporization to crystallization.

"Mr. Booker, the teleportation coordinates you set are still useful after such a long time, it's amazing." Martina walked up to Old Man Booker and patted the horses.

Booker glanced at his graceful schoolgirl, quite satisfied, and put his hand behind Martina in front of the others: "Although I am old, I still have this ability." ”

The others didn't find it strange at all when they saw this scene, and it seemed that they had long been used to it.

Seeing this at this moment, several people patted their horses one after another.

Booker was very interested in these sycophants, and he smiled: "The main reason for bringing you to the polluted area this time is to let you have a long experience. They have been protected so well since they were young that they don't know how dangerous it is outside. It's definitely not going to go on like this for a long time, so you need to come here to experience it. ”

"With the protection of teachers, where will we be in danger." Martina hugged Booker's arm, rubbing it constantly.

Booker enjoyed it very much, but his expression was serious: "The teacher can protect you for a while, but he can't protect you for a lifetime, and you have to rely on yourself in the end." ”

(End of chapter)