The bald bloodline walked to the end of the corridor, crouched down, examined the hole in the wall beside him, and looked at the guard’s corpse on the ground, seemingly sliced in two vertically by a cutting machine, and the corpse next to it with the head crushed after being cut in half at the waist.
Was this really... caused by cold weapons?
The muscle on the black-clad bald man’s face twitched slightly, baring his fangs, and he licked the sharp teeth. If it weren’t for the terrified words of those surviving aristocrats who escaped, he wouldn’t have been so sure of his judgnt.
The synthetic monsters in the laboratory might possess such power, but they obviously don’t have enough intelligence to wield weapons.
The bald man’s gaze moved from the wall hole to the dim ritual hall, staring at the ancient magic rune grooves that had been riddled with bullet holes.
Did these people... really summon sothing?
Could they have summoned the envoy of the Blood God?
But the Blood God Squash hasn’t responded to calls for a long ti.
"Go to the monitoring room." The black-clad bald man turned around and swiftly led his subordinates through the corridor to the building connecting the side wing.
The soldiers had already kicked open the monitoring room’s computer room and adjusted the video footage back to several hours ago.
With the complete collapse of the old era’s order now, there’s no need to worry about leaks during blood ritual ceremonies. Even in a large-scale sacrificial venue like this, security surveillance footage recklessly records these bloody scenes that were never ant to be exposed to the world.
Pressing the play button, the black-clad bald man folded his arms and watched the surveillance playback in each small fra on the screen.
Not bothering to notice the beheading and torture of the sacrificial offerings during the ritual, soon, when he saw a spherical pitch-black extraordinary phenonon appearing in the ritual hall, the bald man’s brows and eyes twitched unconsciously.
Seeing that the blood ritual successfully triggered a magical scene, he bent slightly, pressed pause, and saw the living man and woman in antique armor who entered the ritual, as described by the survivors.
Why did these two living people suddenly appear in the sacrificial ritual calling for the Blood God?
This puzzled the bald man even more than the Blood God finally responding to the believers again.
He continued playing the surveillance video, and what presented to the bloodlines was a one-sided massacre.
The two knights, seemingly walking out from an ancient painting, displayed extraordinary power and speed, making the bald man instinctively tighten his fingers.
Dozens of seasoned bloodline veterans were torn to pieces by the two young n and won using cold weapons.
Just a slight comparison made him realize that even if he were on site, he wouldn’t have a good outco.
"Is this... the so-called ’magic’?" The bald man pressed pause again, looking at the brilliant blue arcs bursting on the silver long spear in the tall male knight’s hand.
Behind the bald man, a black-clad bloodline spoke, "Sir, could it be the work of those who worship the ’Alien God Valary’?" He really couldn’t understand why two living people would appear in a sacrificial ritual to the Blood God.
The black-clad bald man shook his head and proclaid indifferently, "Whether it is or not, we can’t let them escape. Report to the Blood Nest, urge the nearby troops to be summoned, hunt these two living beings, and no need to capture them alive; if dead, turn them into blood slaves."
... Upon hearing the leader issue the order ahead, one of the bloodline n glanced at the footage on the monitor screen.
He furrowed his brow slightly, as if weighing sothing, and soon seed to make a decision.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to disperse and search for clues, he distanced himself from the bald leader, alone in front of a corpse in the corner, turned away, discreetly pulled out a communicator, and swiftly edited and sent a coded ssage...
...
On the highway town a hundred and thirty kiloters away.
Inside a dusty civilian house, the sound of water splashing resounded in the bathroom.
Leon’s burly body was as compact as possible in the slightly cramped bathtub, not knowing whether that was shampoo or shower gel in his hand, or if it had expired, just squeezed it out and rubbed it on his hair, desperately wanting to wash away the blood from his head.
Beside the bathtub, Olivia sat naked on a small stool, her head tilted under the shower, shampooing her blood-stained golden hair full of foam.
After cleaning up the blood from his hair and face, Leon leaned wearily against the edge of the bathtub, breathing heavily to relieve the increasingly unbearable suffocation.
His gaze turned to Garner leaning against the wall corner, and the few Netti Cards on the bathroom shelf.
Once the effect of Boiling Heart passed, he felt like soone pressed his head underwater, making him suffocate painfully, and the tornt on his body was even more apparent than Olivia’s, as hunger continued to surge.
Retracting his gaze, Leon alleviated his fatigue and pain with the cold water enveloping his body.
Now, he could confirm one thing; the undead magic disaster occurring here couldn’t have lasted more than two or three years.
Because in this seemingly abandoned apocalyptic town, the water supply system has yet to completely fail.
And many packaged food in nearby street stores showed no evidence of spoilage.
Olivia, after rinsing clean, got up and walked to Leon lying in the bathtub, stretched out her hand to tenderly touch the unnaturally flushed cheeks of her husband.
"Are you still feeling so terrible?" The girl asked worriedly.
Just monts ago, seeing Leon stagger when retrieving the Netti Cards, nearly falling, had really scared her.
Leon didn’t want his little lion to worry, but the exhaustion was indeed hard to conceal.
"The natural magic here is just too scarce. Even the magic elent in my body struggles to maintain circulation in the veins." He smiled bitterly, "You should also be mindful of your stamina consumption. While your magic is vast, in this realm, if our power is completely depleted, replenishing it might be very difficult."
Olivia’s eyes dimd slightly, then she suddenly thought of sothing and asked, "Can I pass my magic to you as Acro did?"
Leon felt helpless. Acro’s magic transmission relies on a specific magic technique, which Olivia, who’s filled with a disrupting magic field, clearly cannot perform.
Raising his brow, he didn’t want to worry his wife, so he leaned over to whisper softly, "There really is a way to ’recharge magic’ for , it might help recover imdiately."
Olivia blinked her erald eyes in surprise and asked, "Really? What should I do?"
The man’s handso face broke into a wicked grin, teasingly whispering more mischief in the little wife’s ear...
To his surprise, despite the girl’s slightly red face and hot ears, she solemnly rose to her feet, nodding earnestly, about to step into the bathtub and, following her lover’s words, put it into practice.
"Hey hey hey! I’m just joking! I was joking!"
Seeing the girl truly believed his teasing, Leon was startled by his wife’s boldness. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but given his current stamina and condition, wasting energy on a ’battle’ with his little lion wasn’t a wise choice.
The girl straddling her lover’s waist paused, her elegant brows rarely scrunching up in anger, reaching out to pinch her husband’s cheeks fiercely.
"You big idiot, is now the ti to crack jokes~!"
... Begging for rcy, Leon endured the punishnt from those tiger-like fingers before being supported by the huffy Olivia to leave the bathroom, hastily heading for a al.
The table was filled with locally packaged foods he had gathered. Leon first tore open a bag of food to taste, claiming he must ensure the strongest combat power and "test poison" for Olivia.
Although hastily consuming food from a different plane indeed poses a risk, who knows what ingredients might be unsuited to his physical body? But starving to the point of fainting, he had to replenish his strength imdiately; there was no other choice at this mont.
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