982: Chapter 968: The Bloodsucker 982: Chapter 968: The Bloodsucker “….Is this, my dead end?”
“The power is already exhausted, the reserved life has been wiped out, I can no longer rember how many tis we’ve died…”
“They have gone mad, they actually used their only life, to trade blows with , a person of Resurgence, life for injury…”
Three voices, echoing back and forth on the battlefield of despair.
Each ti transforming into a mist of blood, each ti attempting to break through the encirclent, that man, would always stand in front of him.
The man who already appeared as a living skeleton, his flesh hanging off him like the dying.
Clutching the Demon Sword that draws his own life, every ti, he just forcibly blocked his way.
“Die, die!
Why won’t you fall!” Zhao Yan erupted in another round of blood rain, but this ti, it was still fruitless.
Rage?
Hatred?
Even Damu himself did not know how he managed to reach this point.
That arm, comparable to white bones, just kept instinctively swinging the sword.
The Demon Sword and the Sword Master were both constantly summoning new torrents of fresh blood, forcibly forcing Zhao Yan to counter, to consu…
and then reclaiming the remaining blood back into the sword.
Both parties were constantly clashing, vying for control over blood…
and falling at a disadvantage, was Zhao Yan!
The blood repeatedly solidified, shattered, dissolved, evaporated; in the realm of blood control, the skills and tactical proficiency of the ‘Resentful-spirit in the Sword’ were even clearly superior to Zhao Yan!
“Enough!
Why don’t you fall!”
This ti, Zhao Yan’s violent outburst was once again aningless.
The skeletal figure, pierced by countless “blood arrows,” still stood before Zhao Yan, silently swinging the sword again.
This ti, Zhao Yan could only retreat helplessly…
and so, the Hunters on the periphery began a new round of bombardnt.
He no longer had the strength to split himself into three, and could only awkwardly dodge in the hail of bullets.
He didn’t even have the strength to control the Blood Shield, because every remaining drop of “blood” was the Power Source that kept him alive…
To put it more colloquially, “blood” is not only the ‘Delicacies’ “Life” points but also the “Magic” points for the Blood Feast, and squandering it would lead to quick death.
“….This, is your ti of death.”
The Damu, raising his war sword, had sohow oddly recovered so spirit, and his body regained so color as well.
In the midst of battle, he continued to look like a dried-up corpse, growing more and more haggard the longer he fought, but always, mysteriously gaining so strength to carry on.
He was like a puppet controlled by the Demon Sword, always hovering between half-dead and half-alive.
The greedy Demon Sword, however, beca even more “nourished”….
that eerie red glow was several tis what it had been before.
“…Take it, take all my life….”
Once again, a significant blood loss made Damu even weaker, but even at this mont, he still did not fall.
On the contrary, the wounds that had been inflicted healed rapidly…..
At this mont, he had actually fallen into the Illusionary Realm.
“…My people…..” In the corridor of dreams and mories, he saw his native land, the beautiful ho he had been exiled from.
“…Son…” Wasn’t the little cub already dead?
Oh, is he alive again?
“Are you all there…” The figures of those who had died, or maybe were about to die, appeared one after another.
The delirious Lion Man appeared again, but this mont, he struck even more fiercely and swiftly.
His consciousness, however, was lost in confusion.
He rembered all that he had been through on his journey, his tribespeople who were ostracized in the Refugee Camp, and his kin killed by the Blood Feast and the Monster before him in the underground area…..
“Take it, take it all…”
The greedy Demon Sword gave him the dream he most desired and happily drained even more from him.
Perhaps, walking to the end in the realm of dreams, entrusting everything to this cursed sword, was a good ending for him as well.
Suddenly, a bizarre flash of golden light vanished in the blink of an eye….
“Haha, Damu, of course I can lend you this inauspicious Demon Sword, and I’ll take good care of your clansn and your family, at least, by giving them enough wealth.
But as you know, if there’s no one at ho to hold up the fort, that money can beco a curse instead.”
Mr.
An Nan’s words, for so reason, echoed in my ears again.
“Do you want your people to have a future by relying on soone else’s promise?
It’s better you strive to survive and take my reward, to give your people a good life.
Outsiders can never be relied upon.”
At that mont, the usually cheerful Mr.
An Nan seed to show a rare burst of anger, as if he too had suffered so misfortune.
“…Yes, Mr.
An Nan is right; for the sake of my people, I must survive!
I am now the strongest in my clan, I am the King!
If I fall, how can I expect those outsiders to…”
The holder of the Demon Sword regained his reason and faintly, it seed as if he could hear the resentful spirit’s sigh of regret.
However, his battlefield remained arduous and his weapon, powerful but cruel.
This Demon Sword, when facing opponents who weren’t from the Blood Feast or related to the blood system, couldn’t activate its primary ability, but that didn’t an it was a re blank slate.
On the contrary, its secondary function was even more powerful and more dangerous…
[Feature 2: The Regret of Loyalty (Quasi-rule Level): It constantly craves blood, whether it’s the enemy’s or the Sword Master’s.
Each ti it draws blood from an opponent, it will also draw blood from the Sword Master in proportion (Life Force), but if the Sword Master is on the verge of death, it will ‘nourish’ in return.]
This is an extrely strong and pure ‘blood-sucking characteristic’, even capable of giving the Sword Master a certain degree of Undying-nature.
But don’t think the Demon Sword is really that kind-hearted.
[Note 1: During the repeated process of ‘nourishing’ in return, the Sword Master’s body will be filled with life force and blood bestowed by the Demon Sword, obviously not without a cost.
As its use continues, the Sword Master’s life will be replaced by the Demon Sword…
After being completely eroded, and before physical collapse, the Sword Master will beco a puppet to the Demon Sword.]
[The deathbed conversion of a villain?
Perhaps, there is so, but more so, it is still just greed and regret, regret that one did not eat enough, regret that there is not one more chance to feast…]
“Blood-sucking” or “drawing blood” characteristics are common abilities of the Blood Feast and even low-level Life systems, but they are used daily even at high levels up to Rule-level.
Blood is the currency of life force, and in the internal strife of the Blood Feast, it often also begins as a fight for the control over “blood.”
Loyalty’s “Quasi-rule” is just that plain ‘Drawing Life’…
Plain, yet powerful.
Whatever ability Zhao Yan used, as long as it related to blood, the Demon Sword just needed to draw life force desperately.
Drawing, transferring, controlling—a simple ability characteristic that is ideal for internal strife experts.
And among these soul currencies, Loyalty, who had elevated “blood-sucking” to his ‘Unique Rule’, was obviously not innocent.
Known as a Gourt among his peers, he was long since captured by the joy of devouring life; that forr officer had long perished, leaving behind only a greedy and never-satisfied ghoul.
“Wanting to devour more life even in death…
This Demon Sword truly is pure.”
Once the life force inside the Sword Master was completely eroded by the Demon Sword, perhaps that resentful spirit would return to the world of the living.
But a Sword Slave driven purely by instincts would only create new massacres.
Such a characteristic, paired with its self-harming ability “Grudge of the Dead (Self-Consumption Acceleration Quasi-Rule Level Penalty)”, ant that insufficiently strong Sword Masters would probably just be fodder.
But now, with his astonishing will and life force, Damu successfully withstood the Demon Sword’s erosion countless tis…
Which ant, unfortunately, his opponents were in trouble.
This Demon Sword might contain Loyalty’s “I don’t want to die” grudge, along with deep-seated hatred for his own kindred and the Blood Feast.
In every aspect, he was specialized in fighting the Blood Feast…
And a Sword Slave who is “locked in blood” and “Undead” is hardly likely to lie down in such a blood mastery confrontation.
“…
Why did you encourage Damu to survive and even spend Gold Coins, isn’t this preventing a perfect recovery of his currency?”
Big Cat was sowhat puzzled and didn’t understand why Lu Ping’an suddenly spent Gold Coins to bring back Damu’s reason.
Wouldn’t letting him beco an Undead Sword Slave be more effective?
“An Undead puppet driven by instinct, how can it compare with a man who has a ho to return to…
Fine, listen up, at least I think doing this makes a bit happier.
There are not so many calculations, it’s just an act of convenience.”
Lu Ping’an shrugged his shoulders, without saying much.
“Anyway, victory is just a matter of ti; let be capricious for a while.”
Lu Ping’an closed the book with a smile, and on the chessboard in front of him was a black King Chess piece that had completely fallen and was about to be checkmated.
It was already isolated and alone, surrounded only by white Chess pieces…
Any move it made would signify its end.
Blood is indeed the currency of life, but Zhao Yan, who had been drained of all his “currency,” no longer had the possibility to survive.
“Let’s go, it’s ti to harvest.”
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