The Arbak family, in the underground room.
Diman, whose aura was chaotic, dragged his twisted left arm into the basement. As long as he walked through this basement, it would be the escape route.
If Diman was alone, she would have come out long ago without even having to pay the price of an arm, but now she is carrying a 'oil bottle'.
"Teacher Diman, are you okay?"
Amy looked at Diman worriedly, with some tears shining in her eyes. He had experienced countless life and death along the way, and he had seen many former relatives asking for help from him, but he was unable to save himself and was powerless.
"I'm okay. The entrance to the secret escape tunnel is coming soon. We should settle down now..."
boom!
Before Diman could finish speaking, an explosion came from the front.
I saw that the road in front of me suddenly collapsed and was filled with smoke and dust. An exquisite figure and a pair of bloody eyes were looming in the smoke and dust.
Weir's blood sickle swept across, sweeping away the smoke and dust. At the same time, she swung out a blood-colored leather chain and splashed on the surrounding walls. This was a method she realized on her own that could effectively judge the surrounding terrain.
"Vell?"
Amy, who was standing behind Diman, trembled. He never expected that it was Weier who was chasing him.
"Is she Weir?"
Diman looked at Weir in surprise, whose blood was enough to make her tremble.
"I actually gave you such a difficult assignment. It seems that I need to apologize to you, Amy."
Diman raised her only movable arm with a smile on her lips, a smile with a hint of sadness.
"You have the aura of the Blood God Cult on you. This aura is very hidden and very strong."
Weier followed his perception, looked at Diman in front of him, and said coldly.
Diman didn't respond to Weir. A large blood streak clung to his immobile left arm. After a oozing "click" sound, his left arm was forcibly straightened and his ability to move was restored.
"Amy, as soon as I confront her, run away!"
As soon as Diman finished speaking, he pulled out several flying knives and threw them all towards Weir.
Ding! Poof, poof.
Feeling the sound of the air breaking in front of her, Weir raised the blood sickle in her hand. After sweeping down one of the throwing knives, she did not sweep down the next two due to her blindness. In the end, the two flying knives pierced her right side respectively. Shoulder and left shoulder.
"Are you really blind?"
While Diman screamed in shock, he rushed in front of Weier, with two daggers flying in his hands, intending to pierce Weier's vitals.
Sensing Diman's move, Weir danced the blood sickle out of the afterimage, and in just the blink of an eye, it swept in front of Diman's fair neck.
Ding!
The speed of the blood scythe was far beyond Diman's expectation. He crossed his daggers and resisted the blood scythe. He somersaulted several meters backwards with the help of his strength, and the force was barely negated by her.
"You are obviously blind, but you can lock me?"
Diman stared at Weier in front of him and expressed doubts. Judging from the previous flying knives, Weier was indeed blind. But before she could figure out the reason, Weier turned over the blood sickle and rushed towards her. .
Ding!
The blood sickle intersected with the dagger. Weir swung the blood sickle and rotated, using Timan's reaction force, he drew a circle and swept towards Timan.
Phew!
A bloodstain appeared on Diman's chest. Due to the huge height difference, it was impossible for her to avoid the blow.
Blood gushes out from his chest and condenses into a palm-sized blood ball, floating next to Weir. Under Weir's control, the blood ball turns into a small tide and pours into the wound.
With the influx of blood, the wounds on the left and right shoulders healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving not even a scar.
"You are obviously an envoy of the Blood God Religion, but why did you seek refuge with the Procuratorate! Aren't you afraid that the Blood God will punish you!"
When Diman saw this situation, he cursed angrily, blood streaks began to flash on his body, and vigorous strength surged through his body.
Weier didn't say anything after hearing this. She noticed that the aura on Diman's body had become stronger, and from her perspective, Diman seemed to have become 'delicious'.
I saw that Diman's figure had just started to disappear, and when he reappeared, he was behind Weier, and his speed had increased several times.
But Weir had already predicted Diman's movements in advance. As the blood sickle danced, she danced out a blood-colored leather chain.
Ding!
The dagger collided with the blood sickle, and even Diman, who had turned on the blood pattern in terms of strength, was no match for Weier, and Diman flew out upside down.
At the same time that Diman was knocked away, Weir followed closely. The blood scythe flipped in his hand, his body flipped in mid-air, and the blood scythe struck down brazenly.
Phew!
The blood sickle penetrated Diman's lower abdomen and pinned her to the ground. A mouthful of blood spurted out from Diman's mouth, and severe pain swept through her body.
Weir opened her mouth and bit Diman's neck hard.
"Woo!"
Diman groaned. She wanted to resist, but her strength was flowing away, and the direction of the loss was around her neck.
I saw that the blood lines on Diman's body began to surge toward his neck, and Weier seemed to be sucking on Diman's neck, but in fact he was sucking the blood lines and devouring him.
After a while, the blood lines were sucked away. Weir reluctantly let go of her crystal lips and wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth, looking dissatisfied with her desires.
"What exactly did you... do to me?"
Diman spoke in a trembling voice. She could feel that the power from the Blood God Cult had completely passed away and was completely eaten by the 'monster' in front of her.
Weier did not respond to Diman, but stepped on her face, knocked her unconscious, and then picked her up.
After a while, Amy, who fainted, was also held on Weil's shoulders. In this way, Weil held one person on each shoulder, one on the left and the other on the right, as if he was about to return to the prosecutor's office.
…
In the underground interrogation room of the Procuratorate, Amy and Diman were fixed on chairs. In front of them were torture instruments of different shapes and purposes.
"I am the heir to a marquis. The king has not revoked my title, so you can't torture me yet!"
Amy looked at Ye Hui, who was playing with a thin needle in front of her, and trembled. How had he ever seen such a scene before
Ye Hui glanced sideways at Amy, but did not speak. Instead, he moved one hand, and a thin needle flew out of his hand, embedded in Diman's palm, and came out through the bones.
"Ugh."
Diman groaned and dropped the blade in his hand. This girl actually wanted to escape alive, otherwise she would have cut her wrists long ago.
"Teacher Diman."
Looking at Diman who was trembling slightly, with sweat soaking through his clothes, he overestimated his ability to bear it and underestimated Ye Hui's ferocity.
"If you could confess something, maybe you could survive."
Ye Hui spoke in a deep voice.
"But...but I really don't know anything."
Amy, who was only 14 years old, couldn't bear the pressure at the moment. Even though he wanted to recruit, he didn't know what to say.
But these words were not addressed to Amy at all, but to Diman, who was silent at the side.
"What do you want me to recruit? Yes, but will you let me go?"
Diman blew the hair that blocked her sight and asked suspiciously.
"Aren't you afraid that the Blood God will judge you for saying such things?"
Ye Hui raised his eyebrows lightly. Diman's behavior was very abnormal, not like a fanatical believer at all.
"Blood God? That humanoid monster? If it was really as omniscient and omnipotent as those lunatics say, I would be dead by now."
Diman had a sneer on her face. The power and blood poison related to the Blood God in her body had been absorbed by Weir. Now she felt an unprecedented sense of freedom.
Seeing Diman being so obedient, Ye Hui could not help but feel uncomfortable. This was the first time he had seen such a cooperative enemy.
In this regard, Ye Hui planned to put Diman aside and focus on Amy first.
(End of chapter)