The knight in the abyss

Chapter 551 Knight's Creed
Taking a deep breath, Lancelot led the way to the steps leading to the basement.His spiritual sense didn't indicate that there was danger below, but he still felt an indescribable pressure, similar to the feeling of being swallowed when staring at the fog at the bottom of the great abyss for a long time.

As a fortress designed for giants, the steps leading to the basement are extremely spacious, and the distance is much longer than ordinary stairs.After bouncing and walking down for a minute, everyone finally left the constantly rotating stairwell, but they were immediately stunned by the sight in front of them.

In front of them was a huge machine, on which hung an exceptionally huge giant with blood dripping all over his body.The giant was in a coma, and his face, neck, chest, waist, thighs, and ankles were all tightly bound by huge iron rings made of abyssal metal. Each iron ring was connected with chains, gears and other complicated things. The mechanical device to rotate it in a certain direction made the giant's body twisted to the extreme like a twisted towel.

And there is a sloping tank under the giant, and the blood dripping from the giant's tortured body will automatically flow into the vat at the end of the blood tank.That bucket was enough for a person to take a bath, and it was half full at the moment. The blood in it was as bright red as a blooming rose, and there was no phenomenon that mortal blood would turn black when it came into contact with the air.

"Damn it, is this the brother Georgard?" The dwarf involuntarily moved his eyes away, "This is too perverted...he's not dead yet?"

"Brother Georgard, like Solem, is the son of Annan, the father of giants. He was born an immortal demigod. Of course, he doesn't die so easily." Kara Lin seemed more interested in the torture machine, "This Could it be that Kostchurch designed the thing himself? It looks quite...exquisite."

"Will it be similar to the magic circle that tortured Helotesia, drawing power from the pain of the tortured?" Lancelot asked curiously, "As a descendant of God, it must have more emotions than ordinary people. For the strong..."

"I guess not, the only purpose of this torture device is for this." Aramiel had walked around the giant, reached out and patted the vat of blood, "Titan's blood, I guess Kos That's what Church has done to make himself more and more of a giant."

Lancelot turned his head to look at the barrel, his expression gradually becoming agitated.Perhaps it was because he was so close to the descendant of the gods, his spiritual sense didn't notice anything unusual about the blood just now, but upon closer inspection, it was wrong.

In cultivation, there is a method called body quenching, which strengthens the physical body by soaking the body in a liquid containing powerful energy.This kind of liquid can be the spiritual liquid naturally formed in the blessed land of the cave, or it can be a medicinal soup prepared by using geniuses and earth treasures, and another kind is the blood of powerful spirit beasts, and the half bucket of blood in front of you is just right.

Among the three methods of tempering the body, the best one is naturally to use those natural spiritual liquids. Not only does it have the best effect of tempering the body, but it also has the opportunity to comprehend a little Dao, which has many benefits for future cultivation.

Although the medicinal liquid refined with precious medicinal materials is less effective, the advantage is that it can be specially formulated for body quenchers to make up for the defects of the inborn bones, or to build some powerful postnatal bodies.

And the worst way is to use the blood of spirit beasts to quench the body. This method has the biggest flaw, that is, you must first kill a beast whose strength is at least equivalent to that of a monk at the golden core stage, and the effect of quenching the body is also ineffective. Any guarantee, the same blood often has completely different effects on two different monks, depending on how compatible the body temperer is with those beast bloods.

For Lancelot, in the abyss, he didn't expect to find any natural psychic liquid in the cave. Even if such a thing did exist, it would probably be some kind of turbid, foul-smelling dark green liquid, soaked in Either it turned into a pool of white bones, or the whole body grew lumps and pustules, and it turned into a berserker in situ, he was not interested in either case.

As for refining the body quenching medicinal liquid, it was impossible even after thinking about it.In this multiverse, there is no way to find all kinds of medicinal materials recorded in the small bamboo slips, and there is no chance to draw gourds and scoops. With his current cultivation level, he can't do things like distinguish the properties of medicines and create his own prescriptions, so this There is no way to go.

He also thought that the method of beheading fierce beasts to obtain blood was impossible.Demons are very powerful, but their blood itself has a strong corrupting effect, and it has an inexplicable relationship with the will of the abyss, so Lancelot dare not use it rashly.

But the pot of Titan's blood in front of him has no such problems at all.Yes, it was contaminated with a lot of abyssal breath, but Lancelot himself meditated every day, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth in the abyss, and this level of abyssal breath was completely within his refining ability.

Lancelot couldn't help stretching out his hand, wanting to take the vat for himself, but stopped halfway.The original owner of the blood was on the sidelines, he was not his enemy, and he was paid to save people.If this bucket of precious blood is taken away, what is the difference between my behavior and that of a thief?
If Lancelot was a pure cultivator, then he should have taken away the blood without hesitation. Whether Georgard released it or left it alone, it was not a reason to stop him.

But he was also a knight, at least so far most of his life had been spent in that capacity.The code of chivalry prevented him from stealing property, no matter how valuable, which was a deeply dishonorable act. (Ironically, enemy's are fine, especially if you've just killed them)
"What's wrong?" Aramir looked at him strangely, "Is this blood useful to you?"

"Uh...isn't that bad?" Brutal looked awkwardly at the distorted titan above, and then at the blood gutter below, "This is the blood of Georgard, we shouldn't take it... "

"You're right, you shouldn't be." The knight in Lancelot's heart made a decision, "Brutal, go and see how to untie these... rings. I don't want to kill it by mistake, although Strictly speaking, that's mission accomplished."

"My suggestion is to break those iron chains directly, put them on the ground first, and then we will pry off the rings one by one." The dwarf shrugged, "I'm sure this giant can't be killed at this height..."

"Those chains look too thick, how do you break them?" Old Rip asked curiously, "Do you have to rely on Lancelot again?"

"Brother is very powerful, but his green light is too wasteful to use to cut metal." The dwarf turned to look at Aramiel, "Listen, elf who loves to take a bath, I need you to wash it again now..."

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