Herbert put the drop of blood into the crystal bottle emptied of holy water, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
good.
The legendary vampire's monster material is in hand!
Witnessing the entire bargaining process, Nenasha couldn't help but sigh: ["So this is how you got the materials before."]
"What do you care? Besides, this is a serious equal transaction."
It seemed like Herbert and Eliza took a long time, but it wasn't.
Only five minutes had passed from the time he arrived here to the time he got the essence and blood.
Two minutes left!
However, before Herbert swallowed the essence and blood, he heard Nenasha's reminder.
[“He’s already here~”]
So fast!
Herbert's eyes narrowed, and when he was about to swallow the blood regardless of the consequences, his expression suddenly changed.
A figure squeezed into his light, and Herbert clearly saw the blasphemer who had kept him busy for a long time.
!!!
Herbert was about to raise his sword and strike, but he stopped halfway.
Because the other person's appearance at this moment was very different from what he had imagined.
Very big difference!
"This is?"
There is nothing much to say about the blasphemer's face, he looks like just an ordinary monk.
His skinny and pale face looked a little stiff, and he exuded a foul odor of corruption mixed with the smell of fish.
The really weird thing was below his neck—it didn't look like a living person at all!
His upper body seemed to have been torn apart by some giant beast, leaving huge scars. His entire chest was pierced, and the flesh and organs in his chest were directly torn and destroyed.
Not only his upper body, his lower body was also in a horrible state.
The left leg was better, it was only broken into three sections, barely held together by a layer of skin.
The flesh and blood on his right leg had all disappeared, leaving only a blackened leg bone supporting his staggering body as he moved forward with difficulty.
Click, click, click…
At the same time, with every step he took, a piece of his flesh and blood would fall off, and before it hit the ground, it would have turned into flying dust halfway.
This look... What on earth has he been through
The most important thing was that Herbert was clearly standing in front of him, only one meter apart, but his shadow was not reflected in those pale eyes.
The blasphemer completely ignored Herbert.
Just keep moving forward.
Continue walking towards the invisible darkness.
When the blasphemer walked straight past Herbert, he slowly exhaled and asked in his heart: "... Is this what you said about rushing towards me?"
[“It’s not my fault. You were standing in front of him. Of course he was heading for you.”]
Okay!
Herbert rolled his eyes violently.
What the hell!
I'm wondering why you're just having fun and not panicking at all, not worrying at all about what might happen to your ally like me.
The reason for all the fuss is that there is no need to worry at all!!!
"So, you already knew that he was no longer a threat to me."
[“Of course!”]
The evil god responded triumphantly: [“Even if it were me, I wouldn’t stand by and watch my ally perish!”]
"But you didn't tell me the truth either."
[“Indeed, your reaction is really interesting after all~”]
"… well."
The development of the matter was too dramatic, and Herbert was now too exhausted to be angry with the damn evil god.
Let’s talk about the laning situation later and figure out the current situation first.
"So, what's going on with this guy?"
[“He’s dead… Now all that’s left in this body is a single obsession that keeps him moving forward.”]
Nenasha knew that she had completely offended Herbert this time, so she stopped provoking him and started to explain the situation honestly:
[“Or rather, he had already died several days ago when the other souls took over his body.”]
Being possessed by someone
Herbert raised his eyebrows, hesitated for a moment, and then decisively followed the blasphemer.
He really wanted to know where this guy wanted to go.
What exactly is his obsession
The two of them walked quietly in the darkness, one after the other, for a long time, until all the blood and flesh on the blasphemer's body disappeared, and he finally stopped in front of a wall.
here it is
Just as Herbert was beginning to realize something, the blasphemer spoke:
"Where are you..."
His voice seemed to be superimposed, and the hoarse voice that sounded like a man or a woman kept echoing in the darkness.
"Master Grand Master, why don't you want to see me..."
He really came to see Sifannie!
Herbert narrowed his eyes, gripped his sword tightly, and pointed the tip of the sword at the back of his head, ready to strike decisively if he made any unusual movement.
Just as Herbert hesitated, a helpless sigh came from the darkness ahead.
"well… "
"It's been so long, why are you looking for me again now?"
It was a hoarse, slightly complaining whisper.
"Please let him go. A man is already dead, so there is no need for the warden to do it himself."
Rustle…
Accompanied by soft sounds, subtle changes occurred in the darkness.
The next moment, Herbert clearly felt the road—the road leading to another cage in the dark space.
Sfanni, who had been hiding in seclusion, took the initiative to reveal her location!
Chapter 44 You did a great job!
"It is true that even if you try hard to plant flowers, they may not bloom, but if you plant willows by accident, they may grow into shade trees."
Herbert narrowed his eyes, sheathed his sword, and silently followed behind the blasphemer, moving forward with it.
The experience of this night was really unexpected.
I chatted with the hungry dragon in the first half of the night, played in the water with the mermaid in the second half, and met a fanatical fish lover at dawn. Finally, I was invited by the elf sister to play poker in her boudoir...
What a fulfilling night!
Although the process was a bit too ups and downs, the result was still good and I managed to meet Sfannie successfully.
He was actually quite interested in this prisoner who was competing with him for control of the Lightless Prison.
You said Valentina is not strong
No, her strength is extremely strong, and her destructive power ranks among the top among all prisoners.
Is Freme's background insufficient
No, she has the blood of the Siren royal family and possesses a lot of secret knowledge.
But they all failed before the sealing formation and had little ability to resist.
They are both prisoners, but why does this dark elf wizard have the power to resist and even become the master... What is the gap between them
Talent? Experience? Or... Wisdom
Perhaps, we can only say that there are differences among prisoners.
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No more sound could be heard in the darkness, only Herbert's breathing and the sound of bones colliding could be heard.
Click, click, click…
As time passes, the power enveloping the Blasphemer grows stronger, and his flesh and blood disappears at an increasingly faster rate.
But within ten minutes, they all disappeared, and it was completely transformed into a skeleton that only knew how to walk.
Herbert was a little puzzled at first, wondering where it had been injured.
But when he thought about where this blasphemer would have passed before coming to the third area... Herbert began to guess the miserable injuries on its body and the source of the corrosive power.
First he got beaten up by Valentina, and then he heard Freme singing, right
"One is responsible for killing and setting fire, and the other is responsible for destroying the bodies. This teamwork is really wonderful!"
Oh, what two terrible women!
Well done you two!
Without their help, he would really have to fight the blasphemer one-on-one, and there was a high possibility that he would be defeated.
"However, I didn't expect that Freyme's singing would have such a terrifying effect. Ordinary people really can't enjoy it."
Herbert sighed a little, and understood why Freme was so excited after making sure that she was safe.
Even if others are lucky enough to hear it, they may not live to finish it, and will turn into a pile of bones halfway through.
For so many years, I am probably her only listener.
Sirens are a species that naturally loves singing. They use singing to lure passing ships and also to communicate with their own kind.
"She must have been holding it in for a long time... huh?"
The blasphemer who was walking in front of Herbert seemed to be tripped, staggered, and took an unbalanced step forward, making an unsettling crisp sound.
Click.
"Wow, this little noise is so crisp..."
Just as Herbert was wondering how long the Blasphemer could hold on, its body suddenly trembled.
Clang...
The entire skeleton collapsed with a loud bang and shattered all over the ground.
The blackened bones seemed to have been decayed for many years, with only a trace of energy remaining in the skull, and extremely faint blue-purple flames flickering in the empty eye sockets.
"Moore, big, man..."
The blasphemer tried to speak, but no sound came out when his mouth opened and closed.
It can no longer make any sound.
There is no way to continue moving forward relying on obsession.
This difficult journey will eventually come to an end here.
The fire in the eye sockets slowly went out, and within a few breaths it would be completely extinguished.