Chapter 818: 816: Blood Prisoner
Not only did Catherine lose her mory, but William and the others also felt unfamiliar with the appearing blood resident, whom they had never seen before.
It should be known that Madness Brain had conducted a comprehensive analysis of each aristocrat when they entered the scene. Apart from the four marquises, only two earls among the remaining seed sowhat special, but there was still a substantial gap to the ’marquis level.’
For this reason, William proposed a ’five rounds’ duel, so that an earl could participate to secure a guaranteed win.
Even though it was changed into a "best-of-three," matching a marquis with an ordinary earl, their chances of winning were still relatively high.
However, the ’earl’ currently coming out on stage was entirely absent from mory,
The aura emanating from this person was quite dangerous, even comparable to these marquises. Even Zede sitting in the waiting area slightly tensed his muscles, showing a slight change in expression.
This person was not wearing the usual noble attire of blood residents, nor any fabric related to the Skin Factory, but instead donned a set of ancient and decayed armor.
Rust-covered yet intact.
Similar to a type of knight armor, but so of the lines in certain parts were odd, even sowhat deford,
For example, the raised abdominal armor seed designed according to the proportions of a pregnant woman,
Spiked structures covered the entire body, most densely on the helt surface, exuding a design style reminiscent of the Suffering Monastery,
The helt and armor were entirely seamless, the whole armor seed like an Iron Virgin binding the blood resident within, both armor and restraint, unable to be removed at will.
The helt completely covered the eyes, only revealing bloodied torn nostrils and a pair of gummy, red lips devoid of lips.
The whole person, just upon entering, exuded a strong aura of killing intent and madness.
As for his partner, it was ’Seven Marquis’ Lust. Nast, currently gently licking the spikes of his helt with her forked tongue to suppress the madness within him.
Seizing the opportunity as the host, William asked, "Where did this participant co from? It seed like this person wasn’t here just now, could you explain a bit? Otherwise, our performance may beco unfair because of this."
Still, it was Marquis Enwei responsible for explaining,
"William, you should know, the ’Blood Plague’ is one of the hardest plagues to control in the Old World, growing more difficult to manage as the plague level increases.
Even we, the ’Seven Marquis,’ can only compromise, choosing a dominant desire as a ’vent’ to mitigate the negative effects brought on by the Blood Plague.
But not every blood resident can harness the impact of the Blood Plague during growth, a large portion are devoured by desire, becoming ’Blood Slaves,’ turning into aningless monsters for the Old World, even marked directly by the monastery.
However, the monastery doesn’t have enough area or manpower to manage so many slaves dominated by the Blood Plague.
So, we reached an agreent with the monastery in private, establishing a prison inside our Blood-colored Manor that ets monastery standards to specifically guard this group of individuals.
Of course, not everyone is qualified to ’be guarded.’
Only those blood servants deed valueless by us will be executed shortly after entering the prison. The monastery periodically checks on our prison work to ensure it ets their managent requirents.
The Blood Prison is sothing we’ve done very well, even gaining praise from the Prison Director.
With the defeat, as the entire Blood-colored Manor declined, this prison was not abandoned but retained through our agreent.
Beyond the fact that there is a powerful group of blood prisoners inside, if blood residents want to develop further, such a prison is indispensable.
Hence, Marquis Glatoni proactively proposed a solution to swallow the entire prison into his body.
Surprisingly, after thousands of years of drifting, the prison gradually fused with Glatoni’s blood belly, achieving a better effect than expected.
The mobile prison thus took shape, making Marquis Glatoni a trendous benefactor to our blood residents.
And this ’Earl Bar Montoya’ was one of the earliest prisoners, devoured by his own Fury, he found a balance under the prison’s managent and continued growing.
The prosecutors from the monastery also look favorably upon him, crafting a restraint armor specifically for him, with spikes of equal length inside and out, effectively suppressing his rampant exposure to the Blood Plague within.
During the upcoming match, try not to damage his armor, or he may completely lose control."
"I see, thanks for Marquis Enwei’s explanation... Since our doubts are resolved, let us begin."
"Wait."
At this mont, Marquis Glatoni suddenly inserted his hand into his mouth while sitting in the audience, seemingly searching for sothing within, eventually extracting a rusty giant tal mouth.
The muscle tissues on the surface of his arm fully tensed, and he forcefully threw it toward the Duel Arena.
In terms of power, Glatoni ranks among the top three among the Seven Marquis.
The thrown enormous tal aid directly at Earl Bar... Boom! Upon impact, the surrounding ground sank more than a ter, with dust billowing up.
As the dust settled,
The stationary Earl Bar now wielded a weapon,
Shouldering a giant slaughter knife exceeding his body size, or more accurately, a rectangular chopper, with its sheer size and weight eliciting dread.
Seeing this scene, William couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat.
The opponent’s power seed not much weaker than Glatoni’s, possibly surpassing him in so areas, such a character could fully rival a marquis.
Add to this an unknown ability and the charm-filled Lust Marquis as his partner.
William, as a friend, privately communicated with Reagan,
’Reagan, be careful~ no need to force yourself... You’ve already helped
a lot. If this duel cannot be won, let Art and Teacher Zede cover for us.
As for my final duel with the Great Emperor, I am confident.’
But Reagan’s response was calm, ’Don’t worry, I won’t expose Faye to danger, if I truly can’t hold on, I will voluntarily surrender, you don’t need to worry about this.’
’Hmm.’
The slightly portly Reagan then turned to Catherine, who was still stunned by the blood prisoner before her, "Miss Catherine, who do you want to deal with?"
"I... Hmm~ That woman floating in the air. She’s already cast William 17 flirtatious glances since entering. It’s disgusting!
You’re called Reagan, right~ be careful! This restrained guy feels very dangerous, probably not much weaker than the ’Seven Marquis.’"
"Hmm."
The first duel, begins!
Before anyone could act, a black and white striped flower suddenly grew beneath Catherine, allowing her to sit cross-legged within it.
The flower wheels fixed their gaze on Lust. Nast in a steady rotation.
Crunch, crunch~
Slimy octopus tentacles erged from Catherine’s mouth, opening it wide as lodies from the deep sea resounded throughout the Circus.
Sleep Sleep My dear baby
For a mont, whether Pulaid’s entourage or William and the others, all felt an overwhelming drowsiness, not from physical exhaustion but a soul’s yearning for sleep.
"Siren’s song, its effects could entangle the soul..." Marquis Enwei wore an astonished expression and promptly eliminated the soul-level influence.
Previously targeted by the flower wheels, Lust. Nast underwent the strongest hypnotic effect, roughly ten tis that of others.
One could even see a massive nightmare shadow enveloping Nast, penetrating every pore of her body, ultimately lulling her to sleep.
Entwined with the nightmare, Nast gradually drifted into Catherine’s floral platform.
"To have been hypnotized so easily... sothing feels amiss!"
As Catherine harbored doubts,
Lust Nast was carried by the nightmare phantom to her,
While facing such a delicate, breathtaking visage up close, Catherine’s inherently fierce desires were completely drawn out, even bleeding vividly from every orifice.
The floral platform rapidly grew, encasing the two within,
The last sight before the flower closed was Catherine planting a kiss on the slumbering red-haired Nast.
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