Blood Lord of War

Chapter 213 Blood Puppet

The woman looked to be in her early twenties, quite pretty, and had heavy makeup on her face. Before she came, she already knew that the person she was serving this time was also a woman, so she didn't show too much surprise when she saw Bill. She was just a little surprised that Bill was more beautiful than her.

After entering the room, the woman took off her fur coat, revealing the tight slit skirt underneath. This black skirt perfectly outlined her curvy figure. The slit at the skirt was round and white. The looming thighs are enough to arouse the fire in any man's heart.

But Bill was not moved at all. She stood in the middle of the room, looking at the woman expressionlessly, with cold eyes that could freeze people.

Behind her, there was a tub for bathing. The tub was large enough to accommodate two people sitting in it, but it was still empty at the moment. The curtains were drawn on the balcony, and the moonlight was blocked out of the room. The light in the room was very dark, and a delicate and small magic table lamp on the desk exuded orange light, adding a bit of charming atmosphere to the whole room.

The woman didn't seem to notice that Bill was actually not interested. She twisted her waist and walked up to Bill. She exuded a seductive scent of perfume and had a charming smile on her face. She stretched out her hands and hooked Bill's neck. The figure clung to Bill's body as if it had no bones.

"Miss, this is my first time serving a woman, how do you want to play?"

Bill grabbed one of the woman's hands and said coldly in her ear: "I need your blood."

"Blood?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, but Bill didn't give her much time to think. The next moment, Bill suddenly struck out, sweeping his right hand in front of her. Her nails were sharper than a knife, and he easily cut the woman's throat.

Hot blood spurted out from the woman's throat immediately. Her eyes widened, an expression of disbelief and horror appeared on her face, and her body slowly fell backwards.

Before the prostitute's body fell completely, Bill had already grabbed the prostitute's wrist and pulled the prostitute towards him. Then, she held the prostitute's waist with her other hand, and amazing strength erupted from her slender body. She lifted the prostitute up with one hand, then turned around and threw the prostitute into the barrel behind her. It's like throwing a piece of raw meat.

The prostitute's body fell into the bathtub. Her originally rosy face quickly lost color, and blood kept flowing out from the wound on her neck. Her eyes were wide open, and her pupils reflected Bill standing in front of the bathtub. It was full of shock and fear before death.

Bill's right hand was stained red by the splattered blood. She raised her hand and sniffed it under her nose, and an expression of disgust immediately appeared on her face.

"The smell of dirty prostitute blood is off-putting."

She walked to the basin next to the door and washed the blood on her hands. She washed her hands very carefully, applying soap layer after layer on her hands, not missing the blood in every nail.

After drying her hands, she came to the desk in the room. This is a dark red rectangular solid wood desk. There is a bottle of ink and a quill on the corner of the desk. There is also a small pile of white paper prepared in the drawer under the desk. These are prepared by the hotel in advance and customers can take them by themselves if needed.

Bill raised his left hand and slowly swept it across the table. She wears a golden bracelet on her wrist, which is inlaid with an oval red magic crystal - this is a magic storage bracelet.

Her hand swept across the table, and two items immediately appeared on the table out of thin air, a large glass bottle and a delicate small brush.

The glass bottle is filled with a viscous dark red liquid, which is a special magic paint. Lord Blood Duke calls it "plasma", which is extracted from human blood and other magic materials. Yes, in ancient times, vampires used it to draw blood magic circles.

Bill unscrewed the cap of the glass bottle, and a strong smell of blood immediately hit her face. She took a deep breath and sucked all the blood smell into her nose, with a look of enjoyment on her face.

For vampires, the smell is addictive.

Bill held the glass bottle in one hand and the brush in the other, squatting next to the tub. By this time, the blood flowing from the prostitute's neck had stained the bottom of the tub red.

She put the brush into the glass bottle, stirred it vigorously in the plasma, let the brush fully absorb the plasma, and then began to draw the blood magic circle on the dark brown floor of the hotel.

The brush slowly scratched across the floor, leaving a deep red mark on it. Bill first drew a large circle around the tub. She drew cautiously but quickly. She seemed to have drawn this blood magic circle many times. The movements of the hand are as skillful as drinking water and eating. Without using any tools, the circle drawn is very standard, and there is no fault at all with the naked eye. Then, she wrote a strange and complex incantation on the inside of the circle in the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest. This is the language of the vampires.

After writing the four blood curses, she drew another circle on the inside of the curse, and then wrote four more blood curses on the inside of the inner circle in the four directions of northeast, northwest, southeast, and southwest. .

Finally, after sticking the second layer of blood spells and Bill drawing the third layer of circles, the blood magic circle was finally completed.

Bill stood up and exhaled gently. To draw the magic circle, you must concentrate on it without making any mistakes, and once you make a mistake, you cannot change it. This is a great test of the painter's mental strength.

In the magical world, the magic circle is equivalent to the formula in mathematics. If the magic circle is drawn incorrectly, it may not be able to start normally, or at worst, the magic circuit may be confused, resulting in a magic imbalance, or even a magic explosion!

Every year, there are unlucky magic apprentices who blow themselves up by drawing the wrong magic circle because of poor academic skills. Even master-level magicians still walk on thin ice when drawing magic circles that they are unfamiliar with.

Bill put the plasma bottle and special hair brush into the magic bracelet on his left hand. She stood in front of the tub, raised her white hands, and lightly traced her left wrist with her right index finger. Her nails were long and sharp, each nail was like a sharp knife, easily cutting a long and deep wound on her left wrist. But her face was expressionless, as if she couldn't feel any pain at all.

Blood immediately flowed out from the wound. She stretched her left hand towards the barrel and let the blood fall into the tub like running water, sprinkling on the prostitute's cold body and mingling with the prostitute's blood at the bottom of the tub.

Bill was bleeding a lot, and the wound on her wrist was like a faucet, constantly flowing out a lot of blood. If you just look at the size and extent of the wound, it doesn't seem like there will be so much blood. But for vampires, controlling blood is as simple as controlling your hands. The amount of blood is actually under Bill's control.

Finally, she felt that enough blood had been released to complete the blood magic, so she took a step back and sprinkled a small amount of blood on the blood magic circle at her feet.

Then, she lightly touched the wound on her left wrist with the index finger of her right hand, and the wound immediately healed as before, without even leaving a scar.

After completing all the preparations, Bill exited the blood magic circle. Her expression was serious and she stared at the bathtub in front of her. Her brown eyes slowly lost their disguise and returned to their original scarlet color. She opened her pale lips and spit out an obscure Vampire spell.

The next moment, the blood magic array on the floor immediately emitted a dark red light, and the magic array was activated smoothly.

A strange aura filled the entire room. Bill's magic power, with the smell of blood, followed the magic circuit of the blood magic circle and converged on the bathtub in the middle. The magic power converged into a light red ball of light, wrapping the bathtub.

In the bathtub, the prostitute's body began to melt rapidly, like a snowman exposed to the sun. The skin, muscles, internal organs, and even bones were all melted away by the erosion of blood magic, turning into thick blood. In less than a minute, the prostitute's body completely disappeared, leaving only her clothes and jewelry soaked in the blood of the bathtub.

The melted blood of the prostitute filled most of the bathtub. The blood magic array on the floor was still releasing magic power. The surging magic power was continuously injected into the blood water, making the blood water seem to be boiling and constantly emitting hot bubbles. .

Bill watched the situation in the tub attentively. After waiting for about a minute, a hand suddenly stretched out from the bloody water in the tub!

It was a white female hand with five slender fingers, as beautiful as if they were carved from jade. It's just that the five nails on this hand are sharp and long, like sharp knives, and there is scarlet blood flowing on the hand, which looks very scary.

This hand rested on the edge of the tub, and then the body under the arm emerged from the blood. First the head, then the body, and finally two round and slender thighs - a naked woman emerged from the blood. Stand up!

The woman has an almost perfect figure, and the skin all over her body is so white that it is almost transparent, and you can even see the blood vessels flowing underneath through the skin. The blood flowed down her porcelain-like body, giving people a terrifying beauty.

She slowly raised her head and met Bill's eyes standing in front of the tub. Her face was exactly the same as Bill's!

Bill looked at his other self with a satisfied smile on his face. The blood magic this time was still very successful. Although the blood puppet created was not as powerful as a quarter of himself, it was very suitable for doing some dirty work.

The blood puppet Bill stood up straight in the tub, his scarlet eyes gradually brightened, and his short gray shoulder-length hair was wet and stuck to his cheeks. Her face was expressionless. She first looked at her surroundings cautiously, then looked at her own body again, and slowly said: "Give me a piece of clothing."

(End of this chapter)