Kassandra's body withered at a rate visible to the naked eye, as did Arahand.

All the best of the two came together, but Kassandra's face was only dead and desperate, while Arahan carried the relief of the victor.

With a witch's womb at the peak of a full moon as a breeding ground, black sorcery as a catalyst, and a drop of pale blood condensed by Arahand.

Arrahand's predecessor was a powerful blood hunter, and like a warlock, the blood hunter had a powerful blood in his body, and the path to promotion was through the development of his own blood.

It's just that there will be some differences in the specific application, and the warlock is more inclined to tap the power in the instinctive amplification bloodline.

Blood hunters, on the other hand, prefer to use their bloodlines to transform themselves.

Warlocks are spiritually alienated, while blood hunters are physically alienated, and they are also digging blood, but in the end, they are completely opposite paths.

Warlocks physically retain most of their human features, but spiritually become increasingly dehumanized.

The Blood Hunters, on the other hand, desperately reinvent themselves and become physically inhuman, but their spirits try to maintain human rationality and emotion.

No one knows which of the two paths is the right one.

The pale blood condensed by Arrahand was a bloodline that was more advanced than pure blood, and at this point, it was almost time to trace the origin of the bloodline.

If this step is completed, it will completely shed the identity of the human body and become a legendary species.

Strong strength and long life.

"Mr. Sean won't let you go."

Before her spirit was completely torn into darkness, Kassandra erupted in bitter hatred.

"Huh."

Arrahand sneered, "Your expression now looks like the weaklings I once tortured and killed. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Kassandra's expression became glazed, her body shriveled and her abdomen bulging at a rapid pace.

Click!

There was a sound of dead wood cracking from Arahan's body, and his body shattered into a dozen pieces in an instant.

It fell to the ground and turned into a cloud of pus.

Only a mutilated head remained.

Dickinson held Arrahand's head in both hands.

"My host ......"

"Slit open her chest and shove my head inside." Arahan also became very weak, he said intermittently.

"I need to absorb more otherworldly souls, what about the demon hunter you mentioned earlier?"

"Bring him to me, fast!"

"Don't worry, my master." Dickinson bowed his head.

"Be careful, if I die, you won't survive."

A haze flashed in Dickinson's eyes, but he instantly returned to normal, "Great master, Dickinson is willing to serve you forever." ”

"Remember Your Promise......"

Arrahand's voice grew lower and lower until it finally fell silent.

…………

Call!

Roger opened his eyes and spat out the sand in his mouth.

He looked around and found himself lying on a stretch of sand, not far from him, where Henrik was lying on the ground with his stomach upright.

"This guy can't be drowned, right?"

The sun shone on the sea, and remembering all the things before, Roger even suspected that he was hallucinating.

But he clenched his fists, and the information prompted on the notice board let Roger know that he had really increased the limit power in his body to 10.

According to Henrik, this level is almost the limit that elite hunters can reach.

Even after the average elite hunter in modern times has increased the ultimate power in his body to more than 5 points, he will start to prepare for the next stage.

Old hunter.

It was the pinnacle of what an ordinary demon hunter could achieve.

In the future, only after awakening a special bloodline and becoming a blood hunter can you continue to improve.

The bloodline is like a moat in the midst of an otherworld.

On a strange beach, Roger gave Henrik a simple treat, pulling out the sand from his mouth and pressing out the sea water in his stomach.

After tossing and turning for a long time, Henrik finally returned to normal, but although he was breathing well, his eyes were closed, and there was no sign of awakening.

Roger had no choice, so Roger took Henrik on his shoulders and walked along the beach into the distance.

Gradually, the distant scenery began to become familiar, Roger saw the familiar village, and he subconsciously clenched the steel sword behind his back.

But at this moment, a figure from behind the boulder burst out.

"Is that you?"

The two said in unison.

Roger was also a little surprised that the old figure that appeared in front of him turned out to be the old Hank from the fishing village.

Old Hank looked Roger up and down.

"Why did you change again, where did you get your clothes?"

Roger didn't answer the question, instead pointing to Henrik, who was on his shoulder.

"It's a long story, my friend is injured and in a coma, can you help me find a quiet place?"

Old Hank glanced at Henrik.

"You've become friends with outsiders?"

His eyes were full of suspicion and wariness, but with the experience of the last time, he hesitated and nodded.

"Come with me."

A few days later, there were no other changes in the village, and when he returned, Roger watched from a distance as several teenagers walked into the village carrying fishing nets, as if they had just returned from fishing.

Old Hank found an empty room for Roger at the edge of the village, "Wake up your friends, and get out of here." ”

"You can stay here as long as you want, but he can't."

"There's not much to eat in the village, I'll have someone bring you some later."

After a few hard words, old Hank turned and left.

Roger examined the wound on Henrik's body, treated it more seriously, and his pupils were breathing normally.

"It's supposed to be a mental shock."

Roger doesn't have a good way to do this, his mental power can only be used for defense, speaking of mental power, Roger only noticed at this time that the improvement of physical fitness has also strengthened the mental power in his mind a lot.

The second Ouroboros has begun to take shape, and its thickness is not much different from the first, but because this improvement in mental power comes from the skyrocketing of physical fitness.

The extra mental power seems to be relatively rough, and it still needs to be honed.

After getting used to these spiritual powers, and tempering them a few more times, you should be able to cultivate the new Law Seal.

For Roger, as long as he grasps one type of seal, reversing it, it is equivalent to having a second seal.

Igni and Yaksi.

Flame and Mind Confusion, both of these seals have greatly improved him.

Time passed little by little, and when Roger was a little worried and planned to take Henrik back to Crescent City directly, with a muffled snort, Henrik, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.

"Where am I?"

"How do you feel when you finally wake up?"

Henrik was about to speak, but there was a soft noise outside the door.

Roger leaned over to see that it was the same teenager he had spoken to a few days earlier.

"Are you hungry, there is a little fish soup boiled in the village, and I specially stole a bowl for you."

Entering the house, the boy eagerly took out a broken wooden bowl, which smelled fishy and a few unknown seaweeds.

"Drink it while it's hot."

The boy enthusiastically handed the wooden bowl to Roger, but at that moment, Henrik jerked up from the bed and kicked the wooden bowl in Roger's hand.

Then he stepped forward and grabbed the boy by the neck and pushed him against the wall behind him.

"Poisonous?"

Roger was slightly stunned.

Henrik's face was gloomy, "I don't know if it's poisonous or not, but the soup should be made of human flesh!" ”

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