"The power has been exhausted, the life reserves have been killed, I can't remember how many times we died..."
"They are crazy. They would actually use their only one life to exchange their injuries for life with me, a resurrected person..."
Three voices echoed back and forth on the desperate battlefield.
Every time he transformed into blood mist, every time he tried to break out of the siege, that man would stand in front of him.
The dying man, whose flesh and blood had been revealed, looked like living bones.
Holding the magic sword that sucks his life, every time, it is blocked in front of him.
"Die, die! Why don't you fall down!" Zhao Yan once again unleashed a blood rain, but this time, there was still no gain.
Anger? Hatred? Even Dam himself didn’t know why he could do this.
The arm that looked like a bone was just swinging the sword instinctively.
The demon sword and the sword master were constantly summoning new torrents of blood, forcing Zhao Yan to counterattack, consume... and then put the remaining blood back into the sword.
The two sides are constantly fighting, fighting each other's control and control over the blood... The one who is at the disadvantage is actually Zhao Yan!
The blood repeatedly coagulates, breaks, disintegrates, and evaporates. On top of the ability to control blood, the skill and tactical proficiency of the "Wraith in the Sword" are even clearly superior to Zhao Yan's!
"That's enough! Why don't you fall down!"
This time, Zhao Yan's fierce outburst was still meaningless.
The skeletal figure, whose body had been pierced by countless "blood arrows", still stood in front of Zhao Yan, silently waving his sword again.
This time, Zhao Yan had no choice but to retreat...so the hunters on the periphery began a new round of bombardment.
He no longer had the strength to split it into three parts, so he could only dodge in the hail of bullets.
He doesn't even have the strength to control the blood shield, because every bit of remaining "blood" is the source of power for his survival... To put it in simpler terms, "blood" is not only the "health value" of the blood feast, but also the "health value" of the blood feast. It is also its "magic value". If you squander it casually, you will die quickly.
"...This is your death day."
Damu, who raised his sword, strangely regained some of his spirit, and his body also regained some color.
During the battle, he was always like a mummy, becoming more and more haggard as he fought, but he somehow gained some strength and was able to continue.
He was like a puppet controlled by a magic sword, always in a state of half-death.
The greedy demon sword has become more "moist"... The strange red light is several times that of before.
"...Take it, take my life..."
Another large amount of blood loss made Dam even weaker, but even at this moment, he still did not fall.
On the contrary, the original wound healed quickly... At this moment, he had actually fallen into an illusion.
"...My people..." In the corridors of dreams and memories, he saw his homeland, the beautiful hometown from which he was expelled.
"...Son..." Isn't the little cub dead? Oh, he is alive again?
"Are you all there..." Figures that have died, or may be about to die, appear one by one.
The gibbering lion-man appeared again, but at this moment, he struck harder and faster.
His consciousness fell into confusion.
He thought about what he had experienced along the way, his tribesmen who were ostracized in the refugee camp, and his compatriots who were killed by the blood feast and the monsters in front of him in the underground area...
"Take it, take it all..."
The greedy magic sword gave him the dream he wanted most, and happily squeezed away more.
Perhaps, coming to an end in a dream and entrusting everything to this cursed sword would be a good ending for him.
Suddenly, a strange golden light flashed away...
"Haha, Dam, of course I can lend you this ominous magic sword, and I will treat your tribe and family well, at least give them enough wealth. But you also understand that money
No matter how good the family is, if there is no one to support it, the money will become a disaster."
Mr. An Nan's words rang in my ears again for some reason.
"If you want your people to have a future, are you counting on the promises of others? You should try your best to survive, receive my reward, and give your people a good life. Outsiders are always unreliable."
At that moment, Mr. An Nan, who was cheerful, felt a little angry. It seemed that he had also encountered something.
"...Yes, Mr. An Nan is right. For the sake of my clan, I must survive! I am the strongest person in the clan now, and I am the king! I fell, how can I still hope to survive?"
Those outsiders..."
The person holding the magic sword regained his sanity again, and vaguely seemed to hear the ghost sighing with regret.
However, his battlefield is still difficult, and his weapons are powerful and cruel.
This magic sword's first ability cannot be activated when faced with non-Blood Feast, non-blood opponents, but that doesn't mean it is a blank slate.
On the contrary, the second function is actually more powerful and more dangerous...
[Function 2: Daozhong's Regret (quasi-rule level): It is always thirsty for blood, whether it is the enemy's or the sword master's. Every time it draws the opponent's blood, it will also draw the sword master's blood (vitality) in equal proportion, but
If the sword master is on the verge of death, he will "feed back".】
This is an extremely powerful and pure 'blood-sucking characteristic', and can even bring a certain degree of immortality to the sword owner, but don't think that this magic sword is really kind.
[Note 1: In the process of repeated 'feedback', the sword master's physical strength will be filled with the blood and vitality given by the demon sword. Obviously this will not be without cost. With use, the sword master's life will be replaced by the demon sword.
...After being completely eroded, the sword master will become a puppet of the demon sword before his body disintegrates.】
[The villain’s deathbed remorse? Maybe, there is, but more of it is still just greed and regret. Regret that he didn’t eat enough, regret that he didn’t have the chance to eat again...]
The "blood-sucking" or "blood-draining" characteristic is a general ability for blood feasts and even low-level life systems, but it can still be used daily at high-level to rule levels.
Blood is the currency of vitality, and in civil wars at blood feasts, the fight for control of "blood" often begins.
Daozhong's "quasi-rules" are such a simple and unpretentious "drawing of life"... simple, but powerful.
No matter what ability Zhao Yan uses, as long as it is related to blood, the magic sword only needs to be absorbed desperately.
Absorb, transfer, control, simple and practical abilities and characteristics, he can be called a civil war expert.
And in this soul currency, Daozhong, who sublimates "blood-sucking" into his "only rule", is obviously not innocent.
Known as a gourmet in the club, he has long been captured by the life-devouring happiness. The former police officer has long since died, leaving behind only a greedy and never-satisfied ghoul.
"Even if you die, do you still want to swallow more lives... This magic sword is really pure enough."
Once the vitality in the sword body is completely eroded by the magic sword, perhaps the resentful spirit will return to the world, but the sword slave, who has no other desire but appetite, will only create new killings.
With such a characteristic, coupled with the self-inflicted "Grudge of the Dead (self-consumption acceleration quasi-rule-level cost)", a sword master who is not strong enough is probably just a consumable.
But now, with his astonishing will and vitality, Dam has successfully withstood the erosion of the magic sword countless times... Then, the unlucky one is his opponent.
This magic sword may contain Daozhong's resentment of "not wanting to die" and his piercing hatred for his own race and the Blood Banquet.
In all aspects, he is a special attack on the blood banquet... At the same time, the sword slave who "locks blood" and "immortality" is basically unlikely to lie down in this kind of blood-controlling duel.
"...Why did you encourage Dam to live, even at the cost of gold coins? Isn't this a failure to perfectly recover his currency?"
Big Cat was a little puzzled. He didn't know why Lu Pingping suddenly used the gold coins to regain Dam's sanity.
Wouldn't it be more effective to transform him into an immortal sword slave?
"How can an immortal puppet who relies on instinct be compared to a man who has a family to return to... Well, just listen to it seriously. At least I think it will make you a little happier. There is not so much calculation, it's just
Just take it easy.”
Lu Ping'an shrugged and said nothing more.
"Anyway, victory is only a matter of time, so just let me do whatever I want."
Lu Pingan closed the book with a smile, and on the chessboard in front of him was the black king chess piece that had been completely checked and fell.
It has long been isolated and helpless, with only white chess pieces around it... any move means its end.
It is true that blood is the currency of life, but Zhao Yan, who has been consumed and has sucked away all the "coins", has no possibility of survival.