Baphot watched as Zhao Ling and the others paid a terrible price to cross the blood pool, feeling secretly delighted.
Because, although it was trapped in the body of a sheep, it still retained the sensitivity of a celestial object.
This blood in the blood pool was all Wei Tianyang’s!
Furthermore, from this scent, it also detected the sll of live food!
For humans, this blood pool might be extrely toxic, but for it, it was simply a dicinal bath.
Baphot turned its head and looked at Rada Gan, the blond man who was caught in so kind of doubt and hesitation.
Baphot said, "Rada Gan, are you really not going to try it? Maybe your fate will be better than theirs~ After all, you are the only one with superpowers here!"
"This might have nothing to do with having superpowers or not. Besides, what if the Black dicine in my spine reacts badly with this blood pool? It’s possible I could explode and die as soon as I enter!" Rada Gan shook his head.
"Co on, try it. After all, aren’t you His Golden Knight? Didn’t you say so yourself? Weren’t you the one who called yourself that? You are His first Knight! Why are you now the last coward who hasn’t crossed the river?!" Baphot said.
"Shut up! You beast! I don’t want to listen to your nonsense anymore!" Rada Gan shouted angrily.
"I haven’t spoken. I haven’t said a single word! You know, I’ve always been silent. You are the only one here who never stops talking~" Baphot’s sheep face seed to smile.
Rada Gan was startled, realizing that the beast was right; it was indeed very quiet here, with only him making noise.
He clenched his fist, wanting to hit sothing, then waved at the air and pointed at Baphot but ultimately remained silent.
"Since you lack the courage, just watch, Golden Knight, and see what this beast can do. Let show you, let you know who Baphot really is!" Baphot said.
It turned its body, its eyes filled with a desire to wash away humiliation, and twisted its massive form as it charged into the blood pool.
The black sheep plunged into the pool with a splash, causing a large spray of blood, its massive body making its head visible above the water.
Baphot swam effortlessly to the other side, stepping on torn bodies and limbs. Unlike those mortals, the energy contained in the blood pool did not dissolve it; instead, it nourished it.
Its black fur beca even glossier, and the pair of black horns on its head kept growing, with thick bases sprouting barbs and sharp, curved horns growing serrated edges.
After swimming past the center of the pool, Baphot’s form grew even larger. Rada Gan stood on the shore, watching more and more uneasily. Looking down at the water’s edge, he noticed that the water level of the blood pool was slowly dropping.
This black goat was greedily absorbing the filthy and deadly blood!
After realizing this, Rada Gan grew even more anxious, as the current situation had clearly gotten out of his control.
And what was even more unsettling for him happened next: the black goat underwent a terrifying transformation. Now, Baphot had swum two-thirds of the distance and, at that mont, it stood up...
Baphot’s body was covered in black fur; it no longer had the body of a goat. Slowly, it stood up from the blood pool, a crocodile’s tail erging from the center of the lake. Below that goat’s head was a body resembling a muscular gorilla, and from its back sprouted twin rows of black spikes, as if overgrowths on the spine had pierced through the back muscles, flowering behind.
Next ca a pair of strong, recurved legs. It stepped forward, huge hooves breaking the surface of the water, the blood pool now only reaching its shins. Its arms were extraordinarily developed, the upper arms alone being thicker than the van they had arrived in. Rada Gan roughly estimated that the creature had grown to a height of seven ters.
"Damn it... Damn it... you’re such a vile monster... So it’s like this..." Rada Gan couldn’t believe it; he raised his arms to shield his face, not daring to look at Baphot’s current form.
Yet then, Baphot spoke again, once more able to talk, once more able to stand.
"Ha ha ha... ha ha ha! How nostalgic! I am whole again! All thanks to Wei Tianyang’s blood! The part I lost is now back inside !" Baphot laughed.
It turned its head towards Rada Gan, its square-shaped pupils emanating a dense killing intent.
"Oh Rada Gan... how pathetic~ To now, you are nothing but a frail mortal!" Baphot pointed at Rada Gan, loudly mocking him.
Then, it turned back to look at the three mutilated corpses on the shore.
"And there’s sothing even more pathetic!! Ha ha ha ha... ha ha ha ha! Are these His Knights? It seems that, in the grand narrative, there is no role for you!" Baphot paced around the blood pool, years of suppressed negative emotions finally bursting forth.
Its fists collided, and then it allowed the spiky spine to grow again, the bones emitting a crisp cracking sound. Several of the longest spiky bones grew out, spreading to either side of its body, forming a pair of bone wings, but without feathers or wing mbranes, how could it possibly fly?
Rada Gan kept backing away. He glanced at the van, a retreat already forming in his mind, when Baphot, wearing a smile, tilted its body, rapidly flapping its spiky wings a few tis, creating waves of unbearable sonic waves.
All Rada Gan heard was a series of sharp, piercing noises closing in, and then the black van split into six pieces, the fra spreading apart, the vehicle breaking down into a mound of parts, the fuel tank falling onto the sand, spilling oil all over.
Rada Gan’s unease had turned into panic; even if his superpower could confront Baphot, his own body was no match for the monster over seven ters tall. His legs gave out, and he fell, sitting in the sand, staring blankly at the black demonic goat.
Baphot looked up, smiling at the golden speck in the sky: "Co down! The main character of this Chapter is not yet decided! Now, having regained my lost power, co! Let us compete fairly this ti! Let’s see who is stronger!"
The light remained unmoved, and Baphot found it tedious. It puffed out its cheeks, muttering to itself, then turned its gaze back to the corpses on the shore.
Baphot said, "Are you scared? It doesn’t matter, anyhow, I am free now, these pathetic fools! Since they didn’t pass Your trial, and couldn’t beco Knights, I might as well help you clean up trash, completely erasing them!"
Baphot walked toward the shore, its goat mouth curling into a smile, its body tilted, again stirring up its bone wings.
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