Monarch of Evernight

A moment later, Sir Blood awakened from his intoxication and regained his constant calm. He started looking at the surrounding environment, judging the source of this drop of blood, and finally looked in the direction of the dead horn snake.

If the blood jazz thinks about it, walk to the snake body and pick it up and examine it carefully. Indeed, a trace of residual blood was seen at the tip of the horn snake, and the abdomen of the horn snake was abnormally swollen, apparently just after eating. The discovery made him particularly happy.

The blood jazz almost couldn't wait to pull out the dagger and cut open the belly of the horn snake, which was filled with blood! Very fresh, even temperatures. He immediately poured all the blood into his mouth, and the last thing he wanted was to eat the whole horn snake and spit it out.

After eating this rare meal, Ser Blood's indifferent face revealed a delightful look. He looked up towards the direction of the departure of the thousand nights and his eyes had all turned to bloody scarlet.

A weak, dusty human, who would have had trouble killing him, did not have clean water to wash his hands in the Black Swamp. But now it's different. How far can food that was bitten by horny snakes escape?

Blood jazz put back on the hood, the shadow gradually hid into the fog and chased it in the direction of departure for thousands of nights.

Walking a few kilometres away, the blood jazz did not catch up with the human being as expected. And the marks left by the other side are still the same as they were at the beginning, as if serious injuries were dying, and even the tracks could not be well covered up.

Blood jazz is overwhelmed with doubt, horny snakes are highly poisonous, that is, the advanced blood clan has been bitten, and the toxin needs to be removed with the force of blood in a timely manner. Otherwise, there is also a fatal risk, only the natural and powerful demon can ignore its severe poison. It's just a human being. How can he last so long? Is he still a real drug collector?

Blood jazz suddenly screams and falls into the mud! He had an unspeakable pain in his stomach at the moment, as if countless little bugs were chewing on his guts! He panicked that the blood gas in his body had boiled uncontrollably and had been killed in a desperate conflict with the sudden appearance of pain. Both sides were actually trying to take control of his body.

Blood jazz clamped his heart and opened his mouth, but he barely had the strength to scream because of the intense pain. The horror in his heart was already indescribable, a sign that the two bloodlines began to compete for control of the body after it had been injected with the blood of the superior bloodline.

Blood jazz knows how brilliant blood is, but at least it's moderately superior. To be suppressed by an exotic blood vein that does not have a source of blood around him, even in the battle to be downwind, then entering his body must be at least the real upper blood vein!

Such a strong superior bloodline is one of the few to look at the entire bloodline. Blood Sir really can't remember who he was recently bitten by.

And damn, bloodline clashes happen at a time like this!

When the lightning struck his mind, he suddenly remembered the horn snake and the warm and delicious blood in its belly, and suddenly his whole body was cold!

It was Ser Blood's first thought, but then he himself denied it.

The Blood Jazz would never believe that he would be tracking a bloodthirsty fellow. Inside the blood clan, in many cases the blood rank suppression exceeds the rank suppression. If the other clan is truly descended from those clans, as long as they reveal their identities, the blood jazz will definitely give way in the absence of old grievances between the two sides. He can't think of any reason why they should set such a trap.

Then there is another possibility that he encountered a human made blood container! With this in mind, the greed of the Blood Jazz has risen, and the thought of escape, born before, has been abandoned.

For humans, blood of the blood group containing the upper blood line is also extremely precious. With this blood, coupled with proper rituals, it is possible to create a new clan of blood secretly.

Although human beings and dark races are ostensibly alike, the long life of dark races, especially blood races, is particularly desirable for humankind. There will always be big people who fear death and do not want to lose their power, and they will continue to live by whatever means they can as life moves towards its end, becoming a bloodline, of course, is also one way.

It would be an unexpected meal for a blood jazz if the young man were a "container” of blood being raised for this purpose and for some reason left behind.

The blood jazz still hurts like a strangle, and as the blood pulses, the exotic blood also flows across the body, equally bringing soul-eating pain to all parts of the body. The pain made him lose his usual calm and suddenly sober and blurred.

Just in the trance of his mind, Sir Blood saw a figure in front of him, the human being he was tracking.

Thousands of nights stopped a few meters away from the blood jazz, not close. The blood family's vitality is extremely tenacious, and the repercussions before death are deadly. It is also a precedent in the elite corps, which is close to dying blood clans and is killed by dying counter-attacks.

Pull out the knife at night and throw it hard. The blood jazz, paralyzed by severe pain, shouted and barely moved his body, but just let the point go, the military knife still pounded and stabbed him in the thigh.

The blood jazz was extremely angry, struggling to pull the knife out of his leg, and then barely lifted a little blood and threw the knife back. But at the moment of the attack, he had a twitch, and lost his right hand, only to rub it from the side of the thousand nights.

A thousand nights sneered and walked closer to Sir Blood. However, the blood jazz suddenly flashed through the cold light in his eyes and suddenly sat up, with a beautiful short gun in his hand pointing to the thousand nights!

Blood jazz was wounded by a tiny human being who had no eye for it, with such an awkward weapon, anger spared him from the severe pain of blood clashes in his body, and he was much sober for a moment. He had a steady hand with a gun, a sneer, just what he was about to say, but suddenly saw a thousand nights across, and had moved out a few meters, lightly untying the short gun!

This figure and speed have greatly exceeded the expectations of Ser Blood. At this moment, the feeling of extreme danger grabbed his nerves. Ser Blood had an additional nuclear grenade in his left hand, but it was not thrown out the first time, both sides were too close, and the nuclear grenade would also seriously injure himself. He only hopes to deter the strange human being in front of him and then seize the opportunity to fight back as he backs off.

However, at this time, Sir Blood saw an extra knife in the hand of Thousand Nights, in an extremely exquisite and luxurious style, typical of the Blood Clan style, lighting up the patterns in the path under the force, like a living creature.

The shock of Sir Blood in just a moment today has surpassed the sum of previous years, when the knife was said to have fallen into the hands of humans only after the legendary sparkling teeth, the love of a marquis.

And then the blood jazz looked at the human standing there, waving a knife, at least a metre or two away from him. Ser Blood just wants to laugh. Is this man scared? Sparkling teeth are a weapon of war, yes, but human warfare will be powerless, not to speak of a Grade 6 pawn.

Blood jazz stopped thinking. He pressed the trigger's finger and pulled it down, aiming at the Thousand Nights leg. There are so many secrets about this human being that the blood, which is full of the breath of the upper blood, is enough reason to let the blood jazz take a small risk to survive.

However, Blood Jazz's fingers eventually failed to pull the trigger to the firing position. In his enlarged pupil, he saw all the lines on the shiny tooth knife lit up, and the dark red blood suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and a red chimpanzee sword swept up!

That's impossible! Why can a level six human drive a knife man?

The knife was cut out a thousand nights ago, and the blade rose to more than a metre, essentially over the throat of the blood jazz, and then the silver-haired head flew halfway up!

Obviously, the blood force in this blood jazz has been disturbed. The condensed protective blood shield actually collapses at the touch, and is easily broken by flashing teeth. Even the original resilient blood family's body is fragile and gently cut open like paper.

A thousand nights of sickness rushed up, kicked the blood jazz still grabbing the hand grenade, then picked the toe and kicked the hand grenade out of the way.

In a loud and loud noise, a burst of fireballs appeared, and the bears' tongues rose to 10 meters, before extinguishing for a moment. Even tens of meters apart, the fierce shock waves lifted up thousands of nights, and even if he was prepared to fly away, he was thrown over ten meters before stopping the fall.

Climb out of the mud at night and wait for all the energy fluctuations in the area to fade before you dare approach the heart. Where the force grenade exploded, there was already a giant pit more than ten meters in diameter, and the pit even began to appear granulated crystallized particles!

Thousands of nights came as a surprise. This grenade has an ordinary appearance and is far more powerful than he could have imagined. If he were in the center of the explosion, and had a strong lineage, he would have been blown to pieces. No wonder the blood jazz was in his hand but didn't throw it right away. Fortunately, this little action caused a thousand nights of vigilance, and he didn't greedily want to take it for himself after killing the blood jazz.

From a power standpoint, this is a war general grenade! Ordinary blood grenades are precious, even rarer for war generals, and even for the first time ever they have witnessed such power. If used on a battlefield the size of Black River City, it can be reversed with just two or three pieces.

Thousands of nights looking at the dead body of a blood jazz that had been turned over to the other side by the aftermath of the explosion, curious about his true identity.

Being able to carry with you a level of force grenade will never be easy. And the reason it appears in the Black Swamp is even more intriguing.

Walking next to the body of the Blood Jazz for a thousand nights, he saw that the blood from his wound was already black with a smell of gorilla odor and a bit of burning paste. As you can imagine, the organs and flesh inside the Blood Jazz must have been corroded and burned.

Seeing this scene, it was clear that the trap that had been laid down earlier had worked, knowing that he could easily kill such a strong bloodline. However, when Sir Blood was alive, he could not reveal abnormalities. Until after his death, the forces of blood could not hold back the blood poison to reveal the tragedy of corrosion. It was only a pity that he did not show up even a tenth of his strength.

After a thousand nights of searching the whole body of the blood jazz, even he was a little surprised by the harvest.