The second floor of the Forbidden Prison on Brynroe Island, Joan. Irenikas was performing a brutal assault on Aberdell. Having found a way to tear the divinity from his soul, his eyes kept shining, and his spirit seemed unusually excited. In contrast, the son of Baal is much more miserable, not only is his whole body scarred, but because his soul has been repeatedly pulled, he has long entered a half-dead state.

Suddenly, a portal opened in the air, and a woman wrapped in a black cloak walked out. As soon as she appeared, she shouted urgently: "It's terrible! Hostess...... Mistress she was killed by a young mage! ”

"What the hell is going on, Veran. Calm down and talk slowly, how did my depraved sister die? "Joan. Irenikas asked, frowning. Although he doesn't care too much about Bardi's life and death, if he suddenly loses a strong helper, the follow-up plan will be a little more difficult.

The woman named Veran took off her hood, revealing pale skin and slightly reddened eyes, and turned out to be a young vampire descendant. She lowered her head in fear and said in a trembling voice, "The mistress ambushed a team of adventurers deep into the catacombs a few hours ago, but one of them, a mage named Henry, seems to be very special. He used a power I'd never seen before, and not only did he suck the hostess to a dry corpse, but the other vampires were basically ground into a pulp. ”

"A power you've never seen before?" Joan. Irenikas muttered under his breath and immediately began to cast prophetic magic in order to obtain more information through guò divination. He knew very well that Bardi's combat power was not bad, especially the strong survivability brought by the vampire physique, unless the other party cast a legendary spell. Otherwise, it will be a serious injury.

Aberdell, who was in a cage, heard Henry's name. Both eyes lit up slightly. Then it dimmed again. He was already being tortured to the point of madness, and if it weren't for Jasila's insistence on healing with divine magic, I'm afraid his body would have collapsed long ago. After all, even divinity has a limit, and this kind of day-and-night reality has long exceeded its maximum capacity.

His heart was now filled with hatred and the desire to kill, believing that if he had the chance, he would definitely tear the mage in front of him to pieces. It is this negativity that has always stimulated and strengthened the divinity, and as long as this state is maintained, it will not take more than a month to become a powerful demigod.

But Joan. Arenacas apparently wouldn't sit idly by and watch the test specimen get out of control, so every once in a while he would forcibly extract a portion of it and store it. Be prepared to wait until you have acquired divinity before absorbing it slowly. I have to say that the equipment left behind by the masked mages has helped a lot, otherwise his progress would not have been so fast.

As time passed, the number of divination was increasing. Half an hour later, Joan. Irenikas turned grim and stopped casting. He was distracted by intense visions, and each time he saw a completely different image. Keep in mind that this is a prophecy spell cast by a legendary mage, and unless the person interfering casts more than double the spell level, he will get some useful information.

The question is, is there a level 60 caster in the main matter plane? Even fools know that there must be, so that only the gods, demon lords, and devil dukes have such abilities. He now finally understands why his sister was killed, and the other party's background must be not small. Considering that the revenge plan will not be carried out soon, it is best not to get into any other trouble at this time.

Joan. Irenikas wasn't about revenge. In his eyes, Badi is just a pawn, a pet, an object of venting (desire), a powerful thug, and nothing more. If it weren't for Yan Zòng's lack of helpers now, I'm afraid he wouldn't even bother with this matter.

I thought about it for a few minutes. He pulled a test tube from the table and handed it to Veran, containing the divine blood of the Son of Baal. "Here, drink it right now."

"Yes, the mistress is no longer there, and you are my new master." The young vampire knelt on the ground, took the test tube with both hands, and poured it down in one gulp. She hadn't thought about the consequences of doing so, and she didn't even have the slightest sense of resistance.

For the first few seconds, Veran felt a surge of energy that had never been seen before rush through his body. But it didn't take long for this force to seem to lose control and begin to scurry around in the body, and the blood vessels were squeezed and swollen. She finally let out a miserable scream, her face looking extremely hideous, and her eyes were bloodshot with scarlet.

"Resist with your will! Go control zhì! Don't give up, or you'll be blown up by this powerful energy in the next second. "Joan. Irenikas reminded expressionlessly. With his character, he doesn't care about the life or death of a newborn vampire at all, and it's best if he can get past it, and if he can't resist it, he can also get some real yàn numbers.

Aberdell looked at Yiqiē in front of him with hateful eyes. He had seen this kind of real yàn many times these days, and all of them were blown up to scraps of meat without exception. Although vampires have a strong ability to recover, it is difficult to say whether they can withstand the baptism of divinity.

Joan. Pointing to Veran on the ground, who was struggling desperately, he said to the Son of Baal, "See, this is the power that is conceived in your blood and soul. How wonderful! How powerful! But you can't make good use of it, it's a shameful waste. ”

Aberdale sneered and replied, "I'd rather it be wasted than taken away by a scumbag like you." ”

"I'm afraid I can't help you in this matter. The real yàn has entered the final stage, and there are still two months left at most to complete the whole ritual. I will eventually take your destiny and embark on the path to becoming a god. "After that, Joan. Irenikas ignored Baal's son and watched Wilan's condition intently.

The young vampire descendant's body had swelled up to look like a huge ball of flesh that had been blown up, and many of the blood vessels had cracked as they had exceeded their maximum capacity, and blood was splattered everywhere. Her consciousness was beginning to be less awake, but she still insisted on not passing out.

I have to say that it is not easy to survive this kind of journey, whether it is will or endurance, it can be called one in a million. Normally, as soon as the internal bleeding of an organism reaches a certain level, it will immediately fall into a protective coma. Unless the sense of survival is particularly strong, it is possible to stay awake and ask for help in such situations.

It turns out that fate favors those who are a little stupid, but very stubborn. Ten minutes later, Veran's body began to contract rapidly, and almost in the blink of an eye, he returned to normal. A blood-red aura shrouded the surroundings, quickly repairing all the injured internal organs, blood vessels, and skin.

She used her will to conquer the divinity that belonged to the killing and transformed it into a part of herself. This is something that even a legendary mage has not been able to do, and now it has been done by a humble descendant of a young vampire who doesn't even know how to survive without even leaving his master. The other two people in the room could clearly feel the divinity flowing through their veins and souls. Its attributes are no longer killing, but blood and death.

Joan. Irenikas looked at the newborn Veran with a somewhat complicated expression. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke, "From today onwards, you will be Bardi. The previous names were all abandoned, and now they return to Ascatra to continue to create descendants to attack the shadow thieves, and they must not be idle. As for the mage, don't provoke it yet. ”

"Yes, master. I'll do it. Veran bowed deeply, opened the portal, and disappeared in place.

Although she is still a little immature in terms of thinking and combat experience, her strength is already a veritable vampire queen. Once the abilities of divinity and vampires are perfectly combined, she will surpass the dead Bardy to become a terrifying vampire demigod.

Aberdell suddenly laughed and mocked without warning: "Hahahahahaha! You're scared! You're scared! I thought there would never be a look of fear on your face. It's ridiculous, mighty legendary mage Joan. Irenikas has been surpassed by a newborn vampire! Hahaha! ”

"Shut up! Shut up immediately! Otherwise, one of your buddies will die in no time. Remember, don't challenge my patience, it's not always very good. ”

Seeing the other party's angry appearance, Aberdale suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. However, he was wise not to make any further irritation, otherwise Minsk and Jasila would most likely have fallen victim to a momentary rush. This kind of price is obviously too great, especially in recent times, he can feel that the relationship between himself and Jasila is a little different. is no longer pure friendship and family affection, and there is a hazy special affection for each other.

"Since your spirit is so good, and you still have the strength to play tricks, then continue with our truth." Talking about Joan. Irenikas began chanting the incantation, and a minute later the screams of the Sons of Baal echoed again on the second floor. This time, the behavior was particularly rude, and it looked like revenge for the sarcasm just now.

Obviously, he did have some concerns about Wilan's potential. You must know that once an intelligent creature obtains divine power, its overall strength will improve very quickly. Vampires, in particular, can have terrifying combat power in a very short period of time as long as they desperately suck the blood of powerful beings or high-level professionals.

Although it seems that everything is under control at the moment, in fact, once Veran awakens his independent will, then it is very likely that he will immediately rebel. Divine beings cannot be slaves for long, as almost every knowledgeable person knows very well.

Joan. Irenikas knew that time was running out, and that he had to race against the clock to mend the broken soul before that happened. Only when you become a god can you have the power to continue to control the chess piece. As soon as he thought of this, his mood became a little urgent, and he didn't care about Aberdell's life or death at all.

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