Overgod Ascension

“The means to stimulate blood... I happen to know a lot...”

Wu Ming looked at Beatrice in front of him.

Obviously, if she nurtured herself carefully, this little girl would have a great chance of activating her veins and acquiring powers and talents that are unimaginable to ordinary people.

“Unexpectedly… at the end of the day, we need to pick up the power of the blood...”

Even though the universe rejects the power of the immortal world by creating a more powerful way of crushing voids than the bloodline martial arts, but rather has similarities in the power of lower blood levels, Wu Ming naturally carelessly re-picked up the previous research.

“I have the formula, the ingredients are clear...”

Wu Mingguan stared at Beatrice in front of him: “If you want, I can always make a batch of holy oil out of it... Promote the Knight! ”

Of course, knowing that, he was in no hurry.

After all, the veins on Beatrice were too far from the original blood, so thin and powerless.

Even though Tall I's blood was pure, he had little interest.

“Original Blood - Taller! Where does his power come from? ”

Wu Ming secretly set himself a goal: “Try extracting blue blood first, then mastering the manipulation... look for the highest level of biological blood as a material for the promotion of the knight! ”

For these lineages, the purer they are, the closer they are to their origins, the stronger they naturally are.

Wu Ming needs to do the best he can.

And even then, it's just a record of him gaining extraordinary power.

“At the same time... we cannot let go of the clues of magicians, wizards, magicians...”

He looked at Hu Xiaocheng: “This Spring Farming Festival, the competition, may have some gains...”

……

Months later.

The cold passed and the spring flowers blossomed.

Throughout Tsunami City, adventurers, mercenaries, speculators from all quarters, as well as freedom knights and wandering knights, are greeted with a more noisy gesture.

The consequences of the massive influx of people into Tsunami City are almost immediately apparent.

All the hotels in this city are full! And the cost has multiplied! All kinds of alcohol, even the worst, are sold out, and the price of meat and vegetables is up 50%! Orioles are even more expensive and don't worry about no business at all.

Of course, the magistrates were also exhausted and eventually Count Blue Mountain had to throw all one of his own soldiers into the city to patrol, which barely stopped the deterioration of law and order, but the situation was still getting worse. Fresh bodies could be found almost every day in the city's sewers and stinking gutters, and even those carrying corpses were a little too busy.

Prior to the castle, several huge tents were erected, with a large number of clerks, registering samurai who had come to register for the contest.

“Master, we're here! ”

Beatrice pointed to the big tent in front and said in a sweet voice.

After healing her illness, she was all like a porcelain doll, and every inch of her skin was finer than silk and milk was white, a beautiful embryo of the people of a troubled country.

Of course, at this time, she made a slight disguise, covering her appearance and her blue veins, looking like a beautiful little waitress.

“I know, you go in line! ”

Wu Ming pushed him as a slave without any courtesy.

According to his malicious taste, Beatrice changed into a maid's costume from her previous life, accompanied by Qingxiu's face, and the noble training temperament, so that many big men couldn't bear to compete with her and looked at Wu Ming angrily.

Wu Ming waited unconsciously until it was his turn to come to Beatrice and look at the clerk in front of him.

“Name, place of birth, and twenty Silver Tall fees! ”

The clerk in front of him was an old man of forty and fifty years, speaking in a mechanical tone.

“William! Free people from the town of Nia! ”

Wu Ming replied, handing over a small bag of silver towers.

“Another guy who dreams of becoming a knight...”

The registrar sighed and quickly registered Wu Ming: “Take your license plate and wait for the notification of the match… warn in advance that there are no restrictions on this fight, disability and death are normal things! ”

“Also, you only have one person, so you can only compete in singles! Weapons and horses need to be self-contained... as for armor? ”

He weighed Wu Ming up and down: “If you can make it to the top eight, you may need it, but our benevolent Count offers the service of leasing armor at a fairly low cost, only requires a Kinderon and pays for repairs...”

“I know! ”

When Wu Ming took the license plate, he saw that it was simple to record his personal information, and there was another line of numbers on the Fluorescent Plain, marked with the words 267.

“Looks like this competition is going to be quite intense...”

He sighed in silence.

After all, in this foolish world with little hope, there are too few opportunities for the lower echelons to jump into nobility, and some are willing to give their lives for this one!

……

A few days later, a huge team of horses arrived in Wuthering City.

That's nobility from all over the Fluorescent Plains, and the most important guest - Viscount Garcia!

Even though he had fought the Earl of Blue Mountain hard before, at this time they had reconciled and were still married to their son-in-law.

Until war was declared, this peace was protected by a sacred oath.

The celebration was attended by the Earl of Blue Mountain, the Viscount of Garcia and the Archbishop of the Church, a lively and noisy memory perhaps unforgettable to the inhabitants of Tsunami City.

However, for Wu Ming, no matter how wonderful the show was, or how exciting the speeches of the Earl and Viscount Garcia were, he could not see how gorgeous the marches were.

Because at this time, he was sitting in a tent with other warriors who participated in the battle, waiting quietly for the time of battle to come.

A curtain that seems to divide the inside and the outside into two worlds.

Most of these samurai look sombre, quietly wipe their weapons, maintain their armor, and the expression on their faces is quite lifeless.

“… I hereby announce that the competition is officially underway! ”

An implicit voice comes, and spinning is a lot of cheering.

“Here we go! ”

A clerk came in: "If you hear my number, go yourself to the ring where you should be! ”

“Number 178, go to stage one! Don't know where? ”

“Number 56, stage three! ”

“79, this time in the air, what a lucky guy! ”

Such a battle, a failure that naturally has no chance whatsoever, is the most standard knockout.

And with a few fights a day, you have more time to rest, maintain strength, and observe your opponents.

The Registrar said with some envy that the lucky spear was immediately met with unanimous hostility by the warriors in the tent.

“Cough... and, number 12, number five! ”

“267! Number eight! ”

……

Upon hearing his number, Wu Ming stood up and walked out of the tent.

The warm sun shone down, causing him to squint, and a great deal of noise came, as if he were in a heat wave.

In sight, it's a large square, covered with loess.

Around the square, there are wooden stands and seats filled with excited residents.

The whole square was divided into eight parts and the initial pre-selection began.

“Because of the large number of people enrolled, do we have to start the knockout and do it at the same time? ”

Wu Ming came to his ring and immediately met his opponent.

He looked less than thirty, dressed in a cowhide armor, with a double knife and a dark complexion, and after seeing Wu Ming's outfit, his face suddenly emitted ecstasy.

After all, Wu Ming was only wearing his usual shirt and trousers at this time. He had no defense whatsoever, as if he were just out on a spring trip.

Boom!

All of a sudden, on the side stage, the victory and defeat instantly appeared, and the referee was somewhat surprised.

“Victor, Adrian! ”

He snapped and announced loudly.

The samurai, who showed terrible strength, looked cold and wore only a white exercise suit. He nodded slightly and walked out of the ring, each movement carrying a serene colour.

“This man...”

Wu Ming's pupils contracted slightly.

“Adrian! ”

A mercenary-like guy next to him shouted, "Isn't he the Church's knight of glory? Have you renounced everything? Why did you take off your glorious white robe? ”

This knight baptized guy, at first glance, knew that he was a strong competition champion, making other contestants very dissatisfied.

At the center of the square, on the high ground of the aristocratic clouds, the Viscount of Garcia smiled and looked at the Count of Blue Mountain and the archbishop next to him: "It was amazing to see here the skill of the knights of the Church! ”

He was wearing a sky-blue gown, a long, blonde hair grated down smoothly, his skin white, his eyes like gemstones, his mouth slightly curved, an unspeakable charm, and the sarcasm in the words was evident at this time.

“Adrian has been expelled from the church! He competed as a freedom knight! ”

The Archbishop's eyes were wide open, but he was still alive and swallowed the path.

“Since he is no longer a Church Knight, there is no doubt that Mr. Adrian has the right to contest under the ordinances of my territory! ”

Count Blue Mountain made a gesture and the umpire immediately grasped the intention and announced the decision.

“Okay, great! ”

Viscount Garcia did not say much, but his heart was tight.

The last exhibition showed so much strength that it brought the Count closer to the Church that it aroused a bit of consternation.

“These are the gods on the Windfly Plains! Top tier of power! ”

In one of the seats next to him, Baron Terry Jinjin stared at the battle below.Fidd stood behind the baron as if he were a slave to several others, looking at the core of his eyes with unspeakable envy.

“Winner! William from Niagara! ”

All of a sudden, another duel came to an end, and the familiar name came and surprised Fide.