I have an Apocalypse City Chapter 902: 903 Blood Beads1

Chapter 902: Chapter 903 Blood Beads_1

The Priest’s style of combat was sowhat akin to a Berserker’s, yet the Codex in his left hand continuously unleashed various auxiliary spells, enhancing the Priest’s ability in close combat.

Furthermore, when the Priest sustained injuries, the Codex could cast healing magic, replenishing the Priest’s Vitality Points, which left Song Jian speechless;

“This is simply cheating!” Song Jian stared at the Codex in the Priest’s left hand, his facial muscles starting to twitch slightly;

Thousand Swords Art!

The Sky-breaking Sword fiercely slashed at the Priest, and without the protection of the Divine Oracle Mirror this ti, the Spirit Sword brutally struck the Priest, sending him flying seven or eight ters away;

By the ti the Spirit Sword vanished, the Priest’s Vitality Points had plumted, leaving him with roughly less than one-fifth left. The Codex once again burst into a milky white glow, beginning to restore the Priest’s Vitality Points, but this ti, the Codex only raised the Priest’s Vitality by 5% before it ran out of power, and the healing light disappeared;

Song Jian scoffed, a mocking smile appearing on his face, and as he pointed the Sky-breaking Sword forward, his figure instantly turned into a streak of light, charging toward the Priest;

Mysterious Moonlight Sword!

Pu~

The Sky-breaking Sword stabbed viciously into the Priest’s left shoulder, going right through him, and a burst of fresh blood sprayed out. What followed was the Priest’s horrified discovery that he had lost control over his body, which began to slowly float upwards;

Pop, pop, pop~

Song Jian’s right hand moved like lightning, repeatedly thrusting in rapid succession eight tis. With each attack, the Priest’s body drifted higher, eventually hovering nearly a ter above the ground before crashing down hard;

Taking advantage, Song Jian swung his long sword, striking down on the Priest’s left hand. A dark golden light flashed, and the blow surprisingly triggered the “Holy Sword” talent;

Pu~

With a dull thud, the Priest’s left hand, which was tightly clutching the Codex, was severed cleanly and was sent flying seven or eight ters away, crashing into the seats within the Church Hall;

The glow on the surface of the Codex gradually dimd, as a dark red phantom erged from it, forming a skeleton-like figure that let out a piercing shriek before vanishing.

Deprived of the Codex’s support, the Priest’s power was instantly weakened by more than one-third. Already no match for Song Jian, now he was completely powerless to fight back.

Sword lights appeared around the Priest’s body. Each ti a sword light materialized, it was accompanied by a pained groan from the Priest, and within a short span, this Level 45 Elite Boss lay in a pool of blood, his body quickly igniting;

Song Jian, full of anticipation, looked toward the severed arm that was clutching the Codex on the seat, but to his disappointnt, the arm, along with the Codex it held, also started to burn up, turning into a pile of ashes in no ti;

“What a sha…” Song Jian shook his head slightly regretfully. The Codex had impressive effects, capable of automatically releasing many auxiliary spells and continuously healing the user during combat. Most importantly, it seed to require no consumption of ntal Strength or any similar energy. Song Jian’s One-handed Sword was right-held, leaving his left hand free to equip an off-hand item, but unfortunately, the Codex had not dropped.

He picked up a robe emitting a dark golden glow from the ashes, the very black priest robe that the priest had been wearing;

This robe had a high collar, wide and flowing sleeves, with cuffs embroidered with strange patterns in gold thread, looking quite luxurious and a bit mysterious;

And its attributes were top-notch too, although it was a cloth armor, it provided higher defense than a leather armor of the sa level and tier, and none of the additional properties were wasted, especially the special effects of the robe—an defensive skill, another enhancing the power of spells, both coveted by arcane professionals.

Shaking out the robe, Song Jian looked at it for a long ti before finally placing it into his inventory. If this arcane robe were to be sold at an auction, it would probably fetch at least 800,000 Doomsday Coins, and if the bidding war escalated, surpassing a million wasn’t impossible.

However, such a fine item, Song Jian would only deposit it into the guild’s warehouse for guild players to exchange with Contribution Points, bolstering the guild’s strength;

Besides the robe, the priest had also dropped three golden Blood Beads; Song Jian had already collected more than forty, all from the monsters in the Church Hall, but those common monster drops were of silver quality, while the priest’s drops were of golden quality, and even their properties were far superior;

The purpose of these Blood Beads was to change bloodlines, the silver quality ones could enhance one’s physical constitution and also had a small chance of turning the user into a mber of the Blood Clan;

The golden quality Blood Beads dropped by the priest, however, could turn the user directly into a Blood Clan mber, and even bestow the strength of a Viscount within the clan;

This was a temptation similar to the post-expansion ability to beco a mber of the Abyssal Clan and obtain exotic classes, with the Blood Clan also harboring many rare, even epic and Legendary Level professions;

For the average player, these Blood Beads were treasures that could change their fate, but regrettably, Song Jian decided that he would rather let them rot in his inventory than sell them or allow guild mbers to exchange for them;

While the ga had not explicitly stated that the Blood Clan would beco enemies of humans, Abyssal Hell lood like a blade over the heads of the ga’s human race, and Song Jian did not wish to create another hostile race against humanity;

The principle of “those who are not of our kind must have a different heart” was firmly engraved in Song Jian’s mind;

After gathering all the loot, Song Jian went through the Church Hall and into a narrow passage;

This passage was long, with windows along the walls already sealed, and every few ters, there was a recessed sconce with a candle as thick as a finger burning, barely illuminating a small area;

On both sides of the passage were murals depicting a group of angels with white wings fighting a host of monsters with bat-like flesh wings;

The content of the murals showed either the monsters being slain by angels and burned with fierce fire, or a group of monsters pinning an angel to the ground, encircling him to drink his blood, looking cruel and terrifying;

“This Sky City may have been conquered by these monsters, but whether those angels guarding it have all left or have been killed…” Song Jian thought to himself while looking at the murals;

Just then, the sound of tal clashing ca from the end of the passage, deep and powerful. Each clash seed to strike right at Song Jian’s heart, causing his Vitality to surge uncontrollably, his cheeks flushing red;

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