Adina dreamed of that room again.
The content of this dream was roughly the same as the last one, still that scary room.
The dream was still dead silent and dark, but this time Marquis Hohen was not lying in the blood-red wooden coffin.
In Adina's dreams, the voices of five girls kept pouring into her mind like a spell.
They screamed in pain and roared in anger, expressing their reluctance that their souls could not dissipate after their death;
They cursed viciously and resented with despair the castle that held them captive.
"Hohen! Hohen! Hohen! You shall not die well! I curse you to eternal damnation in hell!"
These vicious words frightened Adina's scalp, but she vaguely heard an exception:
"Leave here and never come back. This is the devil's lair!"
When Adina was about to ask the voice in her dream, she felt a creepy chill.
It was a gaze that was peeking at her from behind, and it seemed that it could see through all the thoughts hidden in Adina's heart.
Adina felt that the owner of that gaze came behind her and blew a breath of cold air, and the feeling was icy cold.
After that, Adina woke up from the nightmare.
Her pajamas were soaked with cold sweat from panic and stuck to her body.
She had no idea why she had such a horrifying nightmare.
In that dream, all the scenes were so real that if I hadn’t woken up from it, I wouldn’t have realized I was dreaming.
It all seemed to really exist in this castle.
If she had such a dream again, Adina believed that she would be close to madness.
This nightmare scared her out of her wits. These two incoherent but related dreams slowly left a shadow of horror in Adina's heart.
She got up from the bed, walked to the table and poured a glass of water.
The hot water in the porcelain kettle from Zhongyuan had been there for most of the night and still had a trace of residual warmth, which drove away the coldness in her body.
Adina stared out the window with empty eyes. A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky and hit a tree.
The tree struck by lightning caught fire, like a dying candle lighting the last light for the world.
The rain was drizzling, and soon the fire on the tree went out, just like life, which blooms for a moment and then falls into eternal darkness.
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The villagers were lying on the ground, some of them still holding wine glasses, and vaguely shouting "drink more, drink more".
Silas didn't remember how much he drank, he just felt like his head was about to explode.
After a night of revelry, Silas woke up to find himself lying on the ground, while Lori was sleeping soundly on his chest, with a trace of saliva flowing from the corner of her mouth. She showed her cute little fangs and muttered in her sleep, "Chicken legs are so delicious."
Silas was thankful that everyone was properly clothed and nothing unspeakable happened after getting drunk.
With her white and tender hands wrapped around Silas' neck, Lori lay on Silas' chest with her head tilted to one side, and her saliva wet Silas' clothes, forming a funny shape.
"Maybe I drank too much."
Thinking of this, Silas shook his head and continued to sleep.
In his drowsy dream, Silas heard a sentence, "I'm going to die, you idiot."
The sun was blazing, and the drunk villagers were lying on the ground, covering their heads.
"Oh, what a damn hangover." The old man stretched and yawned with his mouth wide open.
The old man saw Lori hugging Silas tightly. From the expression on her face, he could tell that she was happy and relieved. The old man once again said sourly, "Oh, it's good to be young."
The villagers who woke up nearby laughed when they heard this.
Lori was awakened from her sleep by the villagers' smiles. She wiped the saliva from Silas's body and giggled.
The villagers were amused by her cute look. It seemed that today would be another happy day.
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Hohen has already absorbed the power of the werewolf's blood. Now he just needs to get used to the new talents brought by the blood core.
The first blood core brought the vampires' magical knowledge and transformation abilities. These two talents helped Hohen a lot, so he had high hopes for the second blood core.
He hoped to use the power of the second blood core to pray to an unspeakable god through a forbidden ritual in the near future, asking for the god's attention to gain strength.
He was unwilling to be an ordinary vampire. He wanted to become the overlord of this continent. He wanted to prove to the whole continent that he was noble and powerful.
This is Hohenzollern's evil ambition.
The innate ability in the second blood core is extremely precious, and he never thought that he would be able to comprehend such an ability.
This ability can increase the success rate of Hohen's ritual by half, because this ability is called Blood Pool.
Even though it costs a lot to use this ability, the rewards that the blood pool can bring are truly shocking.
To release the blood pool, one needs to sacrifice one third of one's own blood, and the second blood core will enter a dormant state for a day due to the high load. However, after transforming into a blood pool, Hohen will enter a state of immunity to physical attacks.
In addition to becoming physically immune, the soul after casting the Blood Pool will become extremely sensitive, allowing him to feel the power of the gods more intuitively.
In addition, after entering the blood pool state, the creatures drawn into the blood pool will have their blood sucked away to become the power that nourishes the Hohenzollern.
Hohen laughed wildly in the cave. He felt that he was getting closer and closer to becoming a god.
Several sturdy wild boars were foraging in the bushes. Their favorites were the fungi under the tree roots and the fresh fruits that fell on the ground.
They were munching on berries, but then Hohenzollern appeared.
Hohenheim snorted, and the wild boars were so scared that they dared not move. They could only look at the man with blue beard with pleading eyes.
Hohen grabbed two wild boars and carried them on his shoulders and returned to the cave.
These two poor wild boars will become Hohen's experimental subjects.
Hohen recited the spell clearly, and while reciting the spell, the blood core in his heart fluctuated with the rhythm of the recitation.
The blood in his body accelerated under the rapid beating of his heart, and slowly his figure disappeared, replaced by a cloud of blood mist floating in the air.
The range of the blood mist is not large, only lasting within ten steps.
The blood mist slowly floated towards the two wild boars, which instantly turned into bones and fell to the ground.
"I, Hohen, will use my power to make mortals fear me. I will rule the world with immortality! Hahahaha!"