Finally there is a clue to go out!
Luo Ya looked at the countdown and evaluation on the panel, and he was greatly relieved.
Sure enough, the current situation between Noelle and him is only temporary. I am afraid it is a state similar to the dungeon in the previous game. As for what this dungeon does...
Luo Ya looked at the previous line of words.
[Blood awakening degree: 60%]
He thinks that the eight achievements are for this thing, and that evaluation should be the amount of income gained after the bloodline awakens, after all, normally performance and rewards should be linked.
"System, what is the criterion for this evaluation?"
[The standard is a synthesis of all the host’s behaviors, decisions, achievements and other indicators, and cannot be specified]
"Well, at least give me a direction to work hard, and what is the choice of the king..."
[Different road ends will have different results, the power of choice is in your hands, this system will not force the host to take any action, but it is recommended to carry forward the family spirit and stimulate the possibilities in the blood]
"Family spirit? What is the family spirit of the Acate family..." Remember m. .
Roja listened to the system and thought about it, and found that he didn't have the answer. Kadia said very little about this aspect, most of which were about educating the children of nobles, nothing special.
"This question is too difficult, don't you give me some hints?"
[Idealism content is difficult to give the correct answer, and I suggest the host, Tian Xingjian, gentleman...]
"Okay, you don't have to talk."
Roya waved his hand speechlessly, lying on the wooden bed covered with a blanket and thinking for a while, but still no answer, he could only shake his head to throw the question to the back of his head, and then looked at the 60% value in the system. , I estimated the completion time in my mind.
After a conversation with Brother Crow, it is now late at night. If Roja and Noelle appeared in the ruins in the evening, the progress of the bloodline awakening of the system can be said to be very impressive. The awakening is complete by opening his eyes.
"Hey, it would be nice if it could be that easy."
The black-haired boy sighed like this. What I said before was only on the premise of blood awakening, but in fact there are two more important messages.
Extremely dangerous, and a success rate of 70%.
These two messages can be said to have poured cold water on Roja’s fantasy. Now the awakening progress is over halfway, but Roja’s body has no feeling at all. He doesn’t know whether this is good or bad, so he can only do well. Be prepared to deal with unknowable dangers at any time.
As for the success rate of 70%, Roja has given up treatment. After all, the worst thing about Stud is failure. He became a hapless debtor who owed 500,000 gold coins and didn't get it.
"The countdown counts down to 73 hours. As long as these times are passed, or do I have to do something? What is the witness..."
After a tiring day, the young man looked at the value in the system and thought, his consciousness gradually began to blur, and he did not know when he fell asleep completely.
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Peter Carter gritted his teeth and drew out the long sword stuck in his thigh with both hands. The blade was separated, Peter screamed in pain, and the red blood sprayed out quickly to dye nearby clothing.
Undoubtedly, this is a fatal injury for ordinary people. The blood loss rate of severed leg arteries is not a joke. It will cause people to lose blood and die within a few minutes. However, for the extraordinary, they face There are many ways to deal with this situation.
Not to mention the various skills of the Healing Department. Even without this method, ordinary flesh control can greatly reduce bleeding. Peter, who has reached Source Level 4, can naturally do this, but for him, it is just a reduction. The bleeding is not enough.
"It hurts, damn it! It hurts! Those two little bastards!"
The black-haired and pale-faced man tremblingly pressed his thigh and hissed cursing, then the magical elements flowed around his body, and three portraits appeared around him.
One is the statue of the Virgin that Roja and others have seen before, one is a group of girls bathing in the river, and the last one is a lady with a pet dog.
Each of the three paintings is a netherworld stuff from Roja's mouth. All the seven orifices of the characters are empty. The river where the girls bathe is full of blood, the pet dog has a hideous face and the body is full of blood, and the lady's torso is withered and muscle atrophy.
Peter looked at these three paintings with red eyes wandering around. He looked at his injured shoulder and thigh, gritted his teeth, pointed at the female bath, and started a spell.
【Scapegoat】
Designate a painting to transfer the damage, and the pain of the painter will be borne by the work.
This is Peter’s unique recovery method, who has no healing ability. Similar skills are popular in cults. I saw a group of blood exploded in the picture of the female bath designated by Peter as the scapegoat, and the women in the river sprayed blood from their thighs. There was a sharp scream, and the colors in the blood river became more vivid.
In contrast, Peter's body began to improve visually, and the wound on his thigh disappeared miraculously in a short time. The man took a breath and slowly loosened the hand holding his thigh.
I have to say that the effect of the scapegoat spell is amazing, but of course, the better the effect, the greater the cost. After the damage is transferred, Peter's painting will be completely useless for seven days, and this The spell can only eliminate the damage done once, and the wound on Peter's shoulder still exists.
The man raised his red eyes and looked at the two remaining paintings after the picture of the female bath dissipated. The portrait of the Virgin has dissipated a lot more than when he was in the studio before. The lines of the picture of the lady's walk are also full of distortions, and he has experienced it several times. After the battle, not only Peter, but his paintings also consumed a lot of money.
"You have to find a new woman's skin, otherwise..."
[Human skin painter] Peter murmured that his strength is based on the paintings, but these paintings cannot be used all the time after they are painted. It is as fragile as ordinary works of art. To maintain them, it is necessary to constantly kill living people who are similar to the characters in the painting, and use their skins as a new carrier to transfer the paintings over.
Peter doesn't know where he is now, but he knows that there is a war nearby and there are many squads on the patrol. Cultists like him can't withstand investigation at all. Being hit by someone is almost a fight.
Most importantly, there is no woman in this damn place!
The inability to replenish his combat power made Peter extremely anxious. He regretted taking over this task for the first time, but at the same time he was even more angry with the boy.
"That damn little bastard! If it weren't for him... I must get him alive! Let him watch me paint on it!"
Peter, who had Roja's appearance in his mind, was holding his hair madly, his manic and pathological appearance was terrifying, but after a few seconds he recovered his calm.
"Yes, find them, and kill that kid to dispel your hatred. After all, Acate is also a long-term bloodline. If he can use his paintings to be promoted to Source Level 3, these miscellaneous soldiers can't hurt me at all!"
Peter gritted his teeth and grumbled, then looked at the noblewoman holding the dog.
"Eva! Use your dog to find them out!"
With Peter's roar, the scrawny dog-catching lady walked out of the self-painting. The hideous blood dog began to smell the smell and walked into the mist. Peter clutched his injured shoulder to follow, and the figure gradually disappeared into the thick mist. .
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Roja had a nightmare.
In his dream, he was walking on a piece of red land. There were no mountains or rivers or trees nearby. He looked at a piece of red, the texture of the land was like gravel, but when the wind blew, there was no earth or rock floating in the air.
That's weird.
Luo Ya in the dream simply sighed, that the hazy brain did not do any thinking behavior, he just looked at the ground, listened to the wind, and then kept walking.
It was a feeling like a walking corpse. I could hardly feel the external stimulation. I didn't feel tired. I didn't know where to go or what to look for. I just repeated the exercise and didn't know how long it lasted.
The long journey seemed boundless, the sun did not rise and fall, time seemed to stagnate here, Roja's body was like an unstoppable machine, he moved, moved, and finally reached the end.
That is the end of the scarlet world, the battlefield at dusk.
The head that is huge as a house is buried in the red sand, the rusty long sword is thrust into the ground like a mansion, and the crowds of crows hover like black dark clouds. In the center, a complete skeleton sits on the ground like a mountain.
Between his chest and abdomen, a long sword traversed, and the light of the setting sun could be seen in the gap between his ribs. He was wearing a rotten and rotten cloak, and the crown on his head lost its color, as if buried in the dusk of the shadow.
The moment he saw the huge bones, a huge and indescribable shock pierced Roja's nerves, causing pain in his numb brain.
Majesty and sacred, it was as if seeing something higher than oneself and looking directly at the gods. The intense discomfort made Roya a little more sober, and a faint light appeared in the huge hollow eyes.
"who is it?"
The vicissitudes of life and the rough voice reverberated in the world, and the skeleton turned his head and scanned his eyes, facing the wide-eyed Luo Ya.
At the moment of eye contact, the sharp pain that seemed to burn his eyes reappeared, Luo Ya's eyes lit up with a light, and then closed again in screams.
"Oh, it's you guys."
In front of the screaming young man, the huge bones seemed to know something, he muttered to himself, his tone seemed to be disappointed, but also with a little unsearchable expectation.
"Huh? Is it a kid this time?"
He observed Roya's appearance, and seemed a little surprised, but these weak emotional fluctuations were small enough to be ignored.
"Alright, kid, answer my question."
"What, what?"
"How does the deceased convey his power?"
The distant and clear voice came into Roja’s ears, making the young man who was holding his eyes in pain completely confused. He tried to raise his head and look forward. The King of Bones has turned away from his eyes, and turned his head to look back at the evening sunset. .
"You don't need to answer me immediately, you can think about it first."
The king said so, his tone was flat, without expectation, and then he seemed to sense something again.
"You seem to be in trouble, go back, but remember, you will bring me the answer next time."
He said so, the next moment, Luo Ya's eyes went dark and he passed out completely in a coma.
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"Wow!"
In the monastery's room, Luo Ya, who was sleeping, sat up suddenly, panting violently while holding the quilt.
His forehead was already wet with a layer of sweat, and his eyes revealed panic, as if he was awakened from a nightmare, and in fact, Roja thought so too.
"Huh, it turned out to be a dream, scared to death, wrong... Wait, what is this?!"
The young man who was originally relieved to go back to sleep swept his eyes above the system, and the next moment his body was stiff and uncontrollably screamed.
That is a new piece of information on the system.
【Ding】
[Complete the first contact]
【Clearing】