With one's own will, resisting the blood of killing and the erosion of a god's power, very few people can do this. Even in the long history, there are not many. Only those sons of gods with divine blood can do it.

With a pure mortal body to resist the erosion of the blood of killing, Atir is probably the first one.

"Even such will and potential, even if they are not the favored person of fate, can definitely rise in this era and achieve a brilliant future."

Looking at Atir, who was always calm and calm in front of her, without any movement, she sighed in her heart, but a smile gradually appeared on her face.

In any case, the stronger the favorable person she follows, the better it will be for her future.

The stronger the will potential of Atir, the more she likes it.

"Son of Killing..."

Standing there and quietly listening to Mar's words, Adier muttered to himself, feeling a sense of crisis at this moment.

"Even if I don't transform into the Slaying Son, I'm afraid I'll be targeted by other Slaying Sons."

"I'm afraid this is indeed the case." Mar was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "The merger of the blood of killing is irreversible. Under the influence of the will of the God of Killing, the sons of killing will instinctively find other blood of killing and try to integrate it into their bodies."

"Master, you have blood of killing. Whether you have or not you have become a son of killing, you are destined to be targeted by these people."

"That's it." Atir nodded, thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel speechless: "I don't go to find others, but others will come to find me. This feeling is really strange."

"So, in order not to be killed by those killing sons in the future, the lord must become stronger as soon as possible."

Mar raised his hands and took out a round and complex coin, and kept thinking: "By my ability, I can easily find some hidden relics nearby and get some things from it. At that time, with your talent, you can naturally become stronger quickly."

"Of course, the attack of the Son of Killing is something that will happen in the future. In the past few months, Lord, you need to worry about something else."

"What else?" Atir's eyes twitched, and this time it was really a bit surprised.

"That bloody jazz, an ambitious man who wants to be a god."

As Atir's gaze, Mar slowly spoke a name: "The demigod evil spirits that the Lord killed before were sent by the bloody jazz."

"Dexual God?" Atir was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted: "Bloody Jazz, the man who killed my brother?"

"The Lord has been targeted."

Mar said quietly, as if he noticed the doubts in Atir's heart, so he paused before speaking again: "The Bloody Jazz is in his hand, holding the resuscitation ceremony left by the Blood Moon Church. This is the key to the Blood Moon God's desire to recover."

"In order to control the God of Blood Moon and use the power of the God of Blood Moon to achieve his ambitions, this bloody man wants to collect the essence of various powerful lives to cultivate a body that can carry the arrival of the God of Blood Moon."

"The Lord's brother died because of this reason."

She said quietly: "The transformation of vampires is a very difficult thing. Every vampire can be regarded as a valuable resource. The Lord's brother is in line with the power of the vampire and is lucky to be transformed into a vampire."

"A silver, even the Golden Knight, has equally strong vitality, and is also a rare material for the Bloody Jazz."

Atir listened quietly, listened to Mar's conversation, but he didn't speak for a long time.

It was not until a long time later that he spoke, "Why should he be confident in controlling a god with a mortal body?"

"Who knows?" Mar shook his head: "Maybe he has other means, or maybe he is already in a state of madness, it's possible."
Chapter completed!