Greedy Grid stood in the middle of the pit, looking up at the "stranger" slowly descending in front of him, and suddenly discovered that the background behind him was no longer just the city and the night sky.
The moon has been pushed down to a rather exaggerated degree.
Since Grid's vision is from bottom to top, the moon is the perfect background for him.
The empty moon crater eyes stared at Grid, and the gaping mouth seemed to be mocking him.
Grid recalled the moon in the old world. He had never seen such a strange sight. The moon in the old world was always high in the sky, and as the opposite of the evil sun, it appeared pure and clean.
It wasn’t as evil, dark, or even chilling as it is now.
Such a feeling of oppression made the Seventh Marquis Grid take a step back. He could not get any effective information feedback from the young man in front of him, not even the sense of blood.
It seems that what is flowing in the young man's body is not blood, but another life carrier.
After carefully observing the young man's appearance again, Grid made a preliminary guess.
"William? The facial features do look similar.
This is a bit too exaggerated. It took me only half an hour from landing on the moon to reaching the bottom. How could a dying person be saved and turned out like this? "
Thinking of this, Grid's left hand secretly took out a flying knife "Wushen" from the Greedy Treasure House.
This is a completely invisible living flying knife, from the hands of an assassin whose name has been forgotten. It is currently being infused with power by Grid and locked onto the young man standing at the edge of the pit.
Just throw your finger back gently and it will fly out by itself.
The initial speed of the flying knife is not very fast, but after it draws a large circle in the air and continues to accelerate, its speed reaches twice that of a pistol bullet.
It was about to pierce through the young man’s head... Ding!
The young man held it firmly between two fingers, just one centimeter away from his temple, without even looking at it.
William also spoke at this time: "You are using someone else's things before you fully understand their true use? This is how it should be used."
William held the flying knife at the tip of his finger, and injected strands of silver substance into it, and then threw it forward with a finger.
The silver-dyed flying knife became more three-dimensional and faster.
Moreover, it split into several "sub-blades" during flight, and even changed its flight trajectory before hitting, shooting towards the "Greedy" Grid in the center in an encircling manner.
Bang!
Grid snapped his fingers and a blood-red barrier rose up around him.
Unexpectedly, the silver flying knife strengthened by the moonlight was so powerful that it tore through the barrier and shot into Grid's body.
Blood splattered,
Grid's body was full of flying knives, and his eyes were wide open with bloodshot eyes. There was even a silver-black substance invading his flesh at the wounds.
"How is it possible..."
Being injured by the weapons in his own treasure house, Grid was deeply hurt.
At this moment, he no longer had any thoughts of entertainment, and whispered with blood oozing from his mouth: "I, Grid, acknowledge your strength. Next, I will defeat you with all my strength... Blood Suit!"
Unlike the exaggerated scene of blood-watering in Gratoni's "Gluttony",
When Grid was fully liberated, the blood mist immediately condensed into a real "Greedy Treasure House" behind him, which was somewhat similar to the ring William wore on his finger to store ancient coins.
The treasure house opened its bloody mouth and swallowed Grid in one gulp.
About a minute passed.
A new look, Grid stepped out again. His body was also covered with blood streaks like circuit boards, and his golden hair floated in the air.
The air around him was seeping with blood and trembling slightly because of his presence.
A music that is unique to him is playing.
It was not the mean, greedy, shrill tune that was expected, but a magnificent, unruly sound mixed with bells and drums, and some discordant violin sounds, which seemed to emphasize a certain pain.
It seemed to convey the pain and hard work that Grid had gone through to reach his current position.
An ancient silver frame emerged, weaving thin, broken capillaries, and the relief at the end was the Greedy Treasure Chest.
§Greed.The Blood of Seven§ (Greed.The Blood of Seven)
Grid was an extremely special being when he was born. He was not special in the sense of being gifted, but in the worst sense of the word.
He suffers from inherited bone marrow failure syndromes (IBMFS), and his body's hematopoietic function is extremely poor, which is a huge joke for the blood people.
The source of the epidemic area, the Scarlet Manor, has never produced such low-quality blood people since its establishment.
As a result, he suffered all kinds of humiliation since he was a child, and even his original family threw him out of the manor when he was less than one year old, leaving him to fend for himself.
But he did not give up on life, or rather, his biological instinct wanted to survive. When the hungry beast approached the skinny and pale baby, he was suddenly entangled by the blood vessels that shot out of the baby's body and was sucked dry.
Gradually, Grid grew up outside the city.
By sucking the blood of different patients and wild beasts, he gained flowing golden hair, a slender yet beautiful body, and a handsome face.
With this innate advantage, Grid began to hunt his own people, those blood people who were out on missions. He succeeded repeatedly until he was too immersed in the blood people's body fluids and his desire became too strong, and he was finally exposed.
Grid was brought back to the Scarlet Manor and was not executed immediately. Instead, he was labeled a "blood slave" and became a bloody gladiator used by the nobles for entertainment and gambling.
When Grid first appeared on the stage with his slender body, he was laughed at by the nobles under the masks.
However, in just a few minutes, he took off his opponent's huge and ferocious head.
He won many victories as a gladiator, even defeating the strongest gladiator of the time, and was personally pardoned by the Duke, directly promoted to a member of the nobility.
His greedy nature caused by lack of blood allowed him to continue to grow among the nobles. He never participated in any entertainment activities, but actively participated in every external mission of the manor, killing powerful enemies and hoarding his treasure.
With further breakthroughs in strength, he was eventually awarded the title of "Greedy" and became the youngest of the 'Seven Marquises'.
However, his greedy nature did not allow him to be satisfied, and he even wanted to find an opportunity to stir up trouble among the marquis.
But this time was different, he finally tasted the taste of failure. None of the current seven marquises were easy to mess with, and each marquis’ background, experience and growth were no weaker than his.
It can be said that his repeated failures even made him realize his "talent ceiling", a barrier of fate that he could not overcome no matter how hard he tried.
But Grid's "greed" still supports his belief in growth. Since his own talent is limited, he will plunder the talents of others.
Similarly, when William was causing trouble outside the leather factory, he, as one of the seven high-ranking marquises, was the first to arrive at the scene, precisely because of his greedy nature.
However, his greed chose the right target. This young man named William was unique in his talent for disease, even surpassing the current Seventh Marquis.
Blood suit completed,
The huge treasure trove of greed was directly transformed into a device worn on his fingertips, allowing him to access any equipment and props anytime and anywhere.
Grid felt the powerful force filling his whole body and was about to kill the mysterious young man in front of him with all his strength, but he found that there was no one at the edge of the pit.
"Hmm? Where are the people?"
Just as he tried to lock William's position through the greed mark... Boom! A loud noise came from the center of the city.
The towering skin pulse towers collapsed completely as the moonlight flashed, and the restrictions on the skin were lifted.
Grid looked at the scene and cursed loudly:
"Does this guy have any morals? He actually took advantage of the time when I was activating my health suit to attack the core area of the new manor... Haven't the two earls whose blood I drained recovered yet? He can't even delay time
This is terrible! If he closes the channel, we will be in trouble!"
Thinking of this, Grid immediately spread his blood wings and rushed over as fast as possible.