"So are you guys ready? This is going to be fun."
The saint said with a smile. With a bang, the cork of the first bottle of the ten bottles of blood brew popped open automatically:
"The first bottle is the blood of evil spirits. I spent a hundred years collecting the souls and blood of 999 extremely evil people to brew this bottle of blood wine."
God's collection was completely different from the blood that the other people brought last time. When the cork was opened, Shad actually heard the wailing and cursing coming from the bottle.
"Blood brew is not just blood, it also contains soul..."
"Of course, if it were only the blood and souls of sinners, it would be too boring. So, in the last year, I found a girl with the purest soul, transformed myself into a mortal, fell in love with her, and killed her on the wedding night, and put her blood and soul into the blood brew."
The expressions of Xia De and the armored old man changed slightly. The other party was indeed an evil god.
"The last soul is a very good catalyst, a wonderful catalyst, which gives this bottle of blood brew an extraordinary taste. So, is there anyone willing to drink with me?"
He looked at the mortals around the table.
Although the ingredients in this bottle of wine do not sound poisonous, the "soul" in mysticism is contagious. Drinking the blood brewed by so many suffering souls will definitely be contaminated unless your own soul is strong enough.
This is the basic knowledge about the soul in mysticism. Both Shade and the witch knew it, so they shook their heads at the first moment. Although there is a drop of divinity stored in Shade's soul, he is not sure whether he can withstand the power of the blood wine brewed by the gods themselves.
Seeing that Shade and the witch refused at the same time, the old man and the twin girls also shook their heads wisely.
"What a pity! If a mortal drinks this bottle of wine, it can directly increase the power of his soul."
The saint said with regret, and the wine bottle automatically poured a shallow cup of liquid into his glass. The saint shook it slightly and drank it all in one gulp:
"Unexpected guest, don't you seek power?"
“I just hope it’s another way.”
Shade answered cautiously, and the saint smiled strangely, showing his sharp teeth slightly:
"Okay, then the second bottle.
This is very interesting. I call it the 'blasphemous wine'. It contains the blood and souls of the betrayers who blasphemed me among the vampires. Because the blasphemers will never disappear, the ingredients in this bottle of wine are increasing, and the taste is getting richer and richer. Now, I can't even tell you how many blasphemous souls are in it with a simple number. So, is there anyone willing to drink with me?"
This bottle of wine sounded even more terrifying than the previous one. Shade and the witch shook their heads at first, and then the old man and the twin girls also refused.
"You are really boring. If you choose to drink the bottle of wine just now, it can directly transform any one of you into a high-level blood-sucking race. This is a power that is at your fingertips, and none of you actually noticed this."
Power always has a price, especially free power. His temptation was useless to Shade, the witch and the armored old man, but the twin girls seemed to be tempted.
But the girl in the white dress, who was the older sister, was very rational and continued to shake her head, still choosing to refuse the bottle of wine.
"The third bottle is the wine of elements. Earth, fire, water, air, and ether. In the distant past, I captured five powerful elemental life forms and used their blood to brew this bottle of wine. Is anyone willing to try it?"
He looked directly at the witch at the table, who hesitated:
"God, I am willing to drink this cup of wine with you."
She became the first person at the party to choose to drink with the gods.
"So is there anyone else who wants to give it a try?"
He looked at Shade again, and Shade asked in his heart:
"What will happen if I drink this bottle of blood brew?"
Only when you get in touch can you get the answer.
He hesitated for a moment and nodded:
“I want to try it, too.”
This kind of blood brew was obviously not acceptable to ordinary people, so the armored old man naturally rejected it directly. Although the twin girls had the potential to become witches, they were not witches yet. After hesitating for a while, they also chose to refuse.
So this time, the wine bottle poured half a cup of liquid into each of the three glasses. The blood brew of elemental life was also bright red, but the red had some rainbow-like colors.
The crystal chandelier dangled in clusters of sharp teeth, swaying above the long table. In this hall that was gradually turning blood red, the god held a goblet, tasting the wine while looking at Shade and the witch. The witch seemed to have been prepared, and before Shade picked up the glass, she drank the wine in front of her.
The next second, her body swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it was about to explode. But as the witch muttered something, the energy that had nowhere to vent was directed to her long hair.
The excessive spirit, or ether or mana, made her hair grow rapidly until the long hair, like a waterfall, piled up into a small hill behind her.
"A witch's hair growth spell."
She said to Shad.
Xia De nodded, took a sip from the cup, and tilted his head as if he was listening to something. Then, in the astonished eyes of the other four people, a huge brass wheel ring appeared amid the whistle and bell. Four-color spiritual light penetrated the steam mist and shone in all directions.
Xia De also drank the liquid in the glass in his hand. As the cold liquid with a fishy and alcoholic taste slid into his throat, a huge spirit that almost made him cry out in pain poured into his body and soul.
The danger after drinking this cup of wine is actually how to avoid being blown up by the huge spirits or ether in it. Ordinary spells and magic, or the power of the witch, are not enough to quickly consume these spirits, and the growth spell used by the witch just now should be that special spell.
Fortunately, Xia De also mastered the power to consume a huge amount of spirit at once. When he put down the wine glass with a thud, the girl in a white dress at the table had stretched out her right hand and caught the snowflakes falling from the sky:
"Is it snowing?"
The maze unfolded, pulling one end of the long table where everyone was sitting into the snowy street. But whether it was because of the presence of the saint or the influence of this strange night manor, they still sat at the long table, and the long table ran through the maze and the manor, as if the two spaces were forcibly spliced together.
But being in the maze still greatly weakened the influence of the saint. At least the remaining four people could look around at this time.
The armored old man looked up at the starry sky above his head with a look of nostalgia; the twin girls looked at the falling snow in front of them in surprise, wondering what they were remembering; only the witch looked at Shade and hesitated:
"Maze lock?"
"Yes."
It seems that the special ability of "maze lock" also exists in the witch's power system.
"I remember the last time I was sitting at a table on this street, playing cards with the captain... I used the puzzle twice in half an hour."
Xia De thought to himself. While the spirit in his body quickly maintained the magic through the life ring, his right hand twisted in the air, as if pulling out a burning match from the air:
"My first wish is..."
He hesitated for a moment and changed his words:
"Our ability to resist toxins has improved."
He blew out the matchstick in front of him suddenly, and the tiny flame rushed towards everyone. The witch seemed even more surprised, and the gray-haired old man touched his body in surprise. The girls looked at Xia De at this moment, and they didn't expect him to do this.
This is of course not a permanent enhancement, but a state that will be consumed. Shade originally wanted to use the four wishes of the little match girl to increase his resistance to poison, but he still felt pity. After all, when facing a god, even if it is the power of a puzzle lock, the difference between one part and one quarter is not big.
"Second wish."
Then he drew out a second burning match:
"Our mental resistance increases."
Then the third match:
“We can stay in the dying state longer.”
Finally, the fourth match, Shade used up all the spirit he had brought with the bottle of blood wine, as well as all the spirit he had recovered after entering the Night Manor:
“Our luck turned out well.”
The starry sky above them faded, and the snowy streets faded around them like a faded painting. Only the last few snowflakes staggered down from above, fell into the palms of the twin girls, and then melted.
"You rejected the blood of sinners I offered you, and then you showed me your mercy. Does this mean that you are trying to tell me that you are kind?"
God asked.
"Sorry, I don't think I meant that."
God smiled:
"Well, next, the fourth type of blood. You see, this is really interesting, isn't it?"