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The two pieces of equipment dropped by the summoned demon, both the [Bloody Blade] and the [Blood Grail], are extremely powerful.

The greatsword is okay, but the Holy Grail is extremely terrifying. The power contained in it can easily create a spellcaster who can control blood, and even use it to rebuild the fallen Blood Cult, or restore the glory of the fallen ancient kingdom.

But it was obvious that Lance didn't care about these. All he saw were two powerful but dangerous pieces of equipment. If the holder did not have a strong will, he would probably indulge in the thirst for blood.

Power is also a curse...

Lance didn't waste too much time before returning to the original place and reuniting with Alhazred and the others.

I didn't notice much when we were fighting just now, but now I see that the land within a radius of dozens of yards is full of all kinds of exaggerated traces. That is to say, they had already prepared and found a place far away from the city, otherwise there would definitely be a lot of trouble.

"How is it? Have your symptoms improved?"

Lance did not forget why he was doing all this, and first focused his attention on Bigby.

"The whisper in my ear disappeared, but I can feel the power still in my body."

"Try to untie the chain." Lance did not rush to make any comments, but helped him take off the chains on his hands and waist.

Sure enough, Bigby's condition began to be abnormal. He looked very nervous and insecure. Lance, who was spying on the power in his body, also felt the hidden power begin to become restless.

But Lance did not simply attribute this to the so-called "dark side". Instead, he saw clearly that it was Bigby himself who was pulling the force.

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of turning into a beast again?"

Bigby nodded silently, but Lance suddenly said something.

"Then change it."

Such a casual sentence is like asking what to eat tonight.
“The best way to overcome fear is to face it head on. The more you suppress that feeling, the more it will become an obsession that you can never get rid of, until one day you can no longer suppress it and it explodes.

A strong will is not simply suppressing yourself, but being able to control yourself. How can you control yourself if you don’t accept yourself? On the contrary, only by accepting yourself can you control that power. "

After Lance's advice, Bigby seemed to have made up his mind and no longer suppressed the impulse in his heart, and he transformed with a strange howl.

This time, without the restriction of the chains, the aura he displayed when he transformed was even more powerful than before.

However, this time Bigby's consciousness was not lost due to the full moon. On the contrary, one could feel that he was trying to control himself and master this power.

This caused him to appear a little crazy, with his limbs uncoordinated. He waved his sharp claws at the air, and suddenly charged forward and slammed his head against a tree to vent his energy.

The frozen bark on the thick tree trunk couldn't help but splash away, and the vibration caused the snow on the branches above to fall off, and even ice needles fell on the monster, but it had no effect at all.

Instead, it became more furious. He raised his hand and grabbed the tree trunk with his sharp claws, causing wood chips to fly and leaving a horrible scratch. If he did this a few more times, he would probably be able to chop the tree down.

Lance felt that he didn't want to hurt anyone, so he hit the tree, but he didn't care too much. Instead, he talked about what had just happened with Alhazred who was cleaning up the traces of the spell ceremony next to him.

Although he didn't have much time before, Lance is still willing to learn and study the mystical power now. With his resistance, he is born to do this.

"Bigby's situation has already been explained. As long as the source of pollution is resolved, the indescribable erosion will be eliminated. I will go to the Yellow Sand Temple with you sometime. Perhaps I can solve your problem."

“My Lord, you also said that reality limited the power of the demon, and the way of fighting made the demon lose the most important blood power, so it was so easy to subdue it, but the temple is in the void.

Moreover, the ceremony held in the pyramid temple in the yellow sand is more of a test, and the real existence behind it may be more terrifying than we can imagine. "

Alhazred is not a fearless person like Lance. He is a relatively stable spellcaster who likes to collect more information and be more prepared.

"Then wait a little longer." Lance could feel the pressure from the scholar. What happened back then was the beginning of a disaster for him.

Bigby was lucky enough to hold on for a few minutes before he lost his mind again.

Although Lance wanted to try out the sword, he was afraid of really killing Bigby, so he could only use his fists and feet to wake him up.

"Five minutes, progress."

Bigby woke up in a daze with pain all over his body. Although his consciousness was suppressed by instinct just now, he did not completely lose his perception. Only then did he feel the terrifying oppression of the lord.

"Just try a few more times, don't feel too burdened. Most extraordinary people possess inhuman powers, this is normal."

Seeing him like this, Lance comforted him and then called Alhazred to find the carriage they came in.

Bigby was beaten like a dog, and Alhazred obviously couldn't drive because he needed to concentrate on meditation, so only Lance could drive the car in the cold wind. Where can you find such a lord?
Under the moonlight, a carriage drove quickly on the old road and soon returned to Hamlet.

The two of them went home, but Lance did not run to the others. Instead, he prepared to explore the legacy of the legendary wizard Alvis, a wizard tower in a narrow space crack.

With the help of the authority of that space, I immersed myself in it. It was a very stable space, but there was not much breath of life. There were only some dilapidated ruins of buildings and a wasteland.

But Lance could feel that this space was connected to reality in some form, and the air was flowing, which is why it could accommodate living things.

The most complete one among them is a tall seven-story wizard tower. No one knows how it was built, but there are no traces of bricks and stones. It looks like a monolithic stone tower. On the top, a huge gem is emitting a faint light, illuminating the entire space.

You can see that time has left mottled traces on the tower, and we don’t know when it was first created. It could be hundreds of years ago, or maybe thousands of years ago.

But Lance didn't care about these. There was basically no need to explore the outside areas, because Alvis used this place as his base and must have searched it countless times, so there was no need for him to open up new areas.

At the same time, there were countless burlap bags piled up in it. They were placed here by Lance when the showroom could no longer hold them. Without his selfless dedication, Lance would have prepared several ships to transport these things, but none of them were used in the end.

He directly entered the Mage Tower with the authority he held. There were no exaggerated protective spells or vicious traps, no tower spirits or puppets, only the accumulation of a legendary spellcaster...

The interior of the tower was expanded to a space far beyond reality through a special method, similar to that used by the Roma. Lance was so greedy at the time.

The three lower floors of the seven-story tower were basically used as warehouses by Alvis, filled with various materials or messes. But it aroused Lance's desire to pick up garbage. He even felt that there were things left by the original owner, but now was not the time to sort them out.

The preciousness of the things coming up from each level should vary, and the wizard has already checked them for him.

The wizard’s residence was discovered on the fourth floor. Looking at its simple layout, there were no imprisoned alien female slaves as shown in wizard novels. Perhaps they had better ones in reality. Who knows.

At the same time, Lance discovered a library on this floor. There were several rows of bookshelves in the entire room. The interior was arranged with a ceremony, and there was no dust at all, allowing the books to withstand the baptism of time.

Lance scanned them briefly and found that most of them were various miscellaneous books that were organized into categories. There were a lot of herbal medicine, alchemy, ancient manuscripts, and even poetry, biography, and history...

They must have a certain value to be collected here, and then they can be used to fill Hamlet's library to enhance its foundation.

But the truly precious books are not here...

Lance went up to the fifth floor with some regret, where he found a laboratory and some related materials. There were a lot of precious gems outside when he opened the cabinet. The various props seemed a bit complicated, and many of them were difficult to understand.

Instead, in the study on the same floor, Lance quickly found what he wanted, which was also the most valuable thing - knowledge.

Maybe it is still the layout of that year. There is usually an exquisitely shaped bookcase on the background of the wall. The complexity of that thing is a bit difficult even for Lance to deal with, because it is not a physical lock, but a supernatural ritual, as if it is in another space. With his level of mysticism, he can only use violence to crack it.

Fortunately, he had the authority here to open it, and the things inside even made Lance feel uncontrollably excited.

The inheritance left by the original owner, the research and application of space magic, the collection of various ritual materials, and the precious potion formula...

All the things that can be placed here are good things. Alvis probably became a legendary spellcaster with the help of these things. Here are also Alvis' own research materials and important things he collected.

Since he hadn’t finished exploring yet, Lance had no choice but to put those things down for the time being and climb up to the sixth floor.

A very strange situation exists here. Countless spaces are divided into independent ones, and in these independent spaces are placed [pollutants].

In other words, this layer is completely sealed, and the pollutants seem to be solidified in that independent space. It is a very sophisticated sealing method that isolates the pollution.

The amount of pollutants was not large, but Lance would not release them to take a look. He just took a quick glance and passed by.

The space on the top floor is not large, but it is the most important core of the entire Mage Tower. Most of the rituals are finally performed here. There are complex patterns engraved on the middle floor, which seems to be the node connecting this space with the outside world.

Lance didn't understand the complicated situations, but he seemed to see that this magic ritual operated on its own and absorbed power from the outside world to maintain everything here.

This should be the method of extracting energy that Alvis mentioned at the beginning. Unfortunately, Lance didn’t quite understand it, but it should be in the information in the study.

After walking around, Lance went back to the first floor first. He couldn’t sleep until he put these things away!

But for the garbage man, Lance actually enjoyed it, because he didn't need to sleep anyway...

But he was not the only one who couldn't sleep tonight. The demon that Lance had forgotten was dead, but the gift it left behind strengthened the Blood Holy Grail.

The Blood Grail was used during the Blood Dynasty's ceremonies. How did it fall into the hands of an undead who has lived for who knows how many years?
Lance didn't know this, but when the complete Blood Holy Grail descended from the void, it alarmed something.

The guy hiding in some corner of the world woke up from his slumber.

He was actually not the lich that Lance defined casually, and he didn't even remember who he was.

That obsession had always supported him. In order to escape the blood curse flowing in his body, or perhaps death, he transformed himself into an undead form like the living dead.

But this kind of immortality is more like a new curse, otherwise he would not be so obsessed with those with vigorous vitality and desire for bodies full of youthful vigor.

For this reason, he tried in vain to give himself a new lease of life, to fill up his withered muscles, and to make blood flow in his veins instead of wax...

So he began to intentionally look for supernatural powers related to life, and that's how the Blood Grail fell into his hands.

It's a pity that the damaged Blood Grail after years of erosion could not satisfy him, or maybe it was just like that originally, so he could only let the puppet take it out and use its power to collect resources.

But he didn't expect to lose it. In fact, if he hadn't cut it faster, he would have suffered the backlash at the cost of several puppets. Not to mention splitting his soul, he would probably have died.

But after all, he is still an old guy who has lived for who knows how many years. When he got the Holy Grail, he also got some spells and formed some kind of connection with it.

And just now he actually felt the powerful force of the Holy Grail, but the connection was completely severed in just a moment.

After living as a living dead for so long, he became even more afraid of death and was unwilling to take any risks.

But the desire for life is stronger than this fear!

Maybe the power of the Holy Grail can bring me back to life... I'll go and take a look, I won't take it, I'll wait till he dies and then take it... That's right, that's it...

The Holy Grail originated from an ancient kingdom that disappeared in the long river of time, but the inheritance of extraordinary power has always been so unreasonable.

Totnes, inner city.

The beautiful woman bathing in the bright red bath has most of her body immersed in it, and her exposed face shows a hint of enjoyment.

As if he sensed something at the same time, he slowly opened his eyes, turned his head to look towards the north, and murmured.

"Hamlet again..."

For some reason, her face suddenly became solemn, and she stood up and walked around. The strange thing was that the liquid in the pool of blood seemed to flow upstream along her skin, turning into a red dress that covered her charming body.

It seemed that no one noticed that the blood color in the bathtub had inexplicably faded a lot... (End of this chapter)