Chapter 146: A Sustainable Development Path! (Socialist Bodyguard!)
The face of blood.
This skill cannot directly increase Lu En's combat power, and may even weaken it. After all, to condense the face of blood, he needs to consume part of his own strength, and this is not like the consumption of transforming blood servants, which can be gradually restored. This is more
Like a peeling off!
A blood-red mask with strange lines on it was placed on the table. The image was very simple, but it had an inexplicable magical power that made everyone who saw him involuntarily have the urge to wear it.
eager.
However, Lu En's expression was a little complicated at this time.
After acquiring the skill, he naturally experimented with it immediately and successfully formed a face of blood. Of course, there were consequences, and they were serious.
"Spirit:5.2(52)"
"Strength:4.7(47)"
"Stamina: 5.2(52)"
"Agility:4.7(47)"
This is his current four-dimensional attribute. Yes, after condensing the face of blood, each item has been reduced by 3, and the total is a full 12 points less. This is no longer a small value. Lu En suddenly felt that he had appeared.
An obvious weakness.
The function of the Blood Face is that the user can obtain part of the Blood Lord's power. Naturally, this part of the power cannot be born out of thin air, nor can it be done with a drop of blood like the Vampires, and it really requires him to cut his flesh.
Similarly, any creature that obtains the Face of Blood can be regarded as reaching the sky in one step, gaining great power. At its peak state, it can become an extremely strong person like Lu En before, with full four dimensions. If you are lucky, you can even obtain
Some kind of weakened version of Lune's ability.
Of course, if you calculate it this way, Lu En undoubtedly lost blood and consumed his own strength, but what he achieved was others. Even if he is an extremely powerful person, it will not be of any help to him now, without the following sentence to grow.
There is no doubt that this skill has become a magical skill.
The three words "can grow" represent endless potential and possibility.
In other words, every blood face can grow infinitely, and the upper limit is entirely determined by the host. It may be an extreme powerhouse with full four dimensions, but it is also possible to break through the limit and become a bishop or even an archbishop level powerhouse!
And because Lu En divided the power, he can also choose to take it back. In this case, he only gives part of the power, but what he gets in return may be ten times or even a hundred times. No matter what happens, even if the host becomes an extremely powerful person, he can take it back.
The cost is simply a sure profit!
Moreover, the Blood Face can be captured, which is bound to eliminate countless unqualified hosts, ensuring that the one who becomes its last master must be cunning, cruel, and powerful enough.
There are countless people in this world who are mediocre and live an ordinary life. For them, perhaps what they lack sometimes is such an opportunity. Even if Lu En sows a deadly poison bait, there will still be countless people who are willing to take it and continue to follow it.
There is no doubt that this is a sustainable development path with predictable profits. However, after Lu En thought about it, he still suppressed the urge to condense ten or eight pieces of blood noodles and wait for the harvest. Instead, he pressed his hands on the table to condense
The face of blood turned it into flowing blood and took it back.
...
hostel.
Simon was still alone. The mentor who appeared last night seemed to be just a flash in the pan. Even the blue bird who had been watching outside could not find out how he appeared or how he left. However, early in the morning, Simon changed yesterday.
Confused, I have a clear goal.
He packed his luggage, and without even bothering to eat breakfast, he hurriedly took a taxi and drove towards the outskirts of Camp. When Luen learned the specific news, he had already walked a third of the way.
"The destination is an abandoned temple outside Campo?"
Lu En touched his chin and looked at Adolf, who was standing respectfully next to him. Fortunately, Simon was not familiar with Camp City, so he took a map and asked the hotel staff early in the morning. Only then could Lu En know where he wanted to go so quickly.
The place.
"Yes, Master, that temple is in a state of ruin. Many locals don't know about it. This is the detailed information."
He handed Lu En all the information he could collect, including some texts and pictures, which were left behind by an archaeological research team that had just discovered the temple many years ago.
"The research team originally thought that this was a legacy from the Third Dynasty, but after research, they found that it did not belong to the style of any era, and many strange things happened during the process. In the end, most of the team chose to leave, but it is said that most of them
All the members later died mysteriously.”
"so......"
Lu En paused for a moment, his eyes were a little deep, and he suddenly pulled out a yellowed old-fashioned photo from the file. It looked like a group photo of the entire research team. Some young men and women were lively and cheerful in front of the camera, and there were also a few mature and steady figures.
, and in the last row on the far right, a young man wearing a hood looks out of place with his surroundings.
His head was lowered, giving people the impression that he was suppressing something. The members around him also vaguely distanced themselves from him, showing a clear sense of alienation and rejection.
"When did this happen? I'm talking about this research team."
Lu En pressed his fingers on the figure of the hooded man and asked aloud.
"Probably, about twenty-five years ago."
Adolf replied.
"Interesting, Nightmare Face?"
Lu En narrowed his eyes and murmured to himself, a bold idea suddenly came to his mind.
...
A few hours later, the increasingly scorching sunshine had evaporated all the morning dew, and Simon emerged from a forest with a disgraced face. His clothes and pants were covered with green slurry and mud, looking miserable, and he walked toward the forest.
Looking across a clearing.
This is a dilapidated building. The stone bricks on the floor are scattered and severely weathered. It is covered with vines and even saplings.
"Is this the temple that the instructor mentioned?"
He muttered to himself, with a flash of fear in his eyes. The temple is not scary, and the abandoned temple is nothing to be afraid of. But according to the instructor, there is an unknown evil spirit entrenched inside, a terrifying existence that calls itself a nightmare.
Finally, the dilapidated building in front of him looked like a devil's cave.
Originally, he could have arrived two hours in advance, but there was a car accident on the road, which happened to be blocked in front of him, causing him to delay some time, and he didn't get here until almost noon.
"Are there really evil spirits here?"
He swallowed hard and cautiously took two steps forward, feeling like he was going to die.
Half of the outer walls of the temple have collapsed and are covered with fallen leaves and moss. Some unknown carvings and stone statues also look blurry. The door frame and even the door at the entrance have long since disappeared, leaving only a dark hole.
Like a big mouth that chooses and devours people.
The overall area of this temple is very small, so the main body is still quite complete. Simon looked around and found that the other sides were piled with rocks, which looked a little shaky, so he finally gritted his teeth and decided to look at it from the front
Enter.
He has no choice.
"I hope my mentor didn't lie to me. He really had contact with this so-called nightmare..."
Holding a candle in his hand, Simon walked in cautiously, but he didn't realize that after he entered, a man in black robe had appeared in the forest. Looking at this scene, there was a slight doubt in his eyes.