This Text Adventure Game is definitely poisonous Chapter 1200 - 1200 540

1200: 540 1200: 540 The stench of blood quickly intensified in this at processing plant.

As ti went on, the bloody battle swiftly escalated to a fever pitch, with vampires from both sides seeing red as they fought.

Flas reached for the skies, and blood splattered in all directions; vampires wailed as they fell, dying with their eyes wide open, and the number of corpses on the ground kept piling up…

You beca a phantom shadow, with the wind under your feet, wandering the blood-soaked battlefield…

You passed by the body of a fifth-generation vampire.

You activated “Glutton.”

Suddenly, you opened your mouth wide, transforming it into a gaping maw large enough to swallow several people, and in one gulp, you ingested the corpse, then your mouth and nose quickly returned to normal.

In the astonished gazes of the surrounding vampires, you retreated as if nothing had happened, heading towards your next target…

“Glutton,” one of the unique Blood Rhythms of the Abnormalities, was a Blood Rhythm that had mutated for the Abnormalities to fight against the brutal environnt they lived in.

Its effect was to possess a terrifyingly capacious stomach that could store a vast amount of food in a short ti, similar to Little Spider’s “Gluttonous Stomach.” However, Little Spider’s stomach could only store food, whereas Glutton could temporarily store other items too and later regurgitate them, essentially an alternative storage ability.

This Blood Rhythm wasn’t very useful for normal vampires and using one’s stomach to “store” corpses was slightly disgusting, but fortunately, it was only the action of a Ga Character depicted in text, so Mu You himself didn’t actually feel much.

And this ability was indeed extrely useful in the current situation.

He had no ti to absorb bodies with the Altar of Blood now; he could only collect them and deal with them later.

Next, Mu You continued to control his character, sneaking around the battlefield, picking off places where high-level vampires were fighting, lurking nearby, waiting for a victor to erge, and then rushing forward to collect the bodies.

At this ti, the winning side was often left heavily wounded.

When Mu You suddenly barged in, the opponent normally wouldn’t dare to fight him for the spoils and would instead flee, leaving the bodies to him.

Of course, there were occasionally a few hotheads who saw Mu You as an enemy and attacked him without a word.

In such cases, Mu You had no choice but to counterattack, and then, with tears in his eyes, collect another head.

For the next ten minutes, Mu You didn’t stop.

He weaved through the pandemonium, leaving only corpses and spoils in his wake.

After ten minutes, the battlefield, apart from the spattered blood, was surprisingly clean.

It was impossible for nobody to notice his actions; Mu You was certain that the Regent King had spotted him as he fled.

However, neither the Regent King nor Mansour sent anyone to deal with him because both sides were already too preoccupied with their own battles.

Mu You was still in a neutral state, rely picking up bodies and spoils, not really affecting the overall outco of their fight.

But if one side attacked him and forced him to side with the other, the balance of power could collapse instantly.

Therefore, until a clear winner was determined, both leaders dared not touch him.

Mu You was taking advantage of this perfect opportunity to blatantly profit from the war and secure benefits for himself.

“…Sixth generation, twenty-two…fifth generation, fifteen…fourth generation, eleven…third generation…two…”

Mu You took a mont to silently count the collected bodies and realized that there seed to be enough below the fourth generation.

The bodies he had now were enough to guarantee his ascension to the fourth generation.

Now he only lacked third-generation bodies.

Two drops of third-generation heart’s blood certainly weren’t enough for advancent; he needed a few more bodies.

Mu You maneuvered his character to a safe location and scanned the battlefield.

The Regent King was currently near the center of the factory, locked in fierce battle with the Reforr leader Mansour and Vaganro.

The breath of the Regent King had now regressed to the third generation, and his condition was clearly weaker than at the start.

It was evident that the previous second-generation form was just a temporary boost thod, and after the boost, one must revert to the original level, along with so penalties.

However, even so, having been on the throne for many years, with wealth and treasures accumulated, he was able to fight against two others.

The battle here wouldn’t end anyti soon.

Mu You then turned to look at the situation of the other third-generation vampires.

There were a total of seven third-generation vampires on the side of the Regent King, while the Reforrs weren’t far behind.

Combining the three powers, they put together five third-generation vampires; in addition, they had a large number of fourth-generations aiding on the side, fighting fiercely at several corners of the battlefield against the Regent King’s experts.

After comparing the situations at several battlefronts, Mu You quickly determined a direction.

You rged into the darkness and headed straight towards a high-rise building in the distance…

You appeared on the rooftop of the high-rise, tumbling into concealnt in a corner and looked up.

The rooftop was strewn with the bodies of lower-ranked vampires, and amidst the pools of blood, the only two remaining middle-aged vampires were locked in fierce battle.

Bathed in the moonlight, both vampires activated their Godspeed state, moving like specters in the cramped rooftop space, dodging and weaving.

Every ergence resulted in a splash of blood from their opponent…

Amid the flying blood, the two vampires were equally matched.

After a prolonged struggle, both were at their limits, cautiously eyeing each other but also hinting at the desire to retreat…

Mu You sighed inwardly; these wily old third-generation demons were all too shrewd to actually fight to the point of complete exhaustion.

When they were close to death, they generally knew when to stop.