The villain just wants to go offline

Chapter 63 Curse to Kill Aiden Horuk

Dazzling blood light lit up from Miles' fingertips.

A drop of blood floated quietly on Miles' fingertips. When using the power of the ancestor of blood, Miles' appearance quickly transformed into that of a vampire.

The blood filled the narrow cave.

The strong smell of blood hit their faces, and the waves of air made Heraloth and the Elf Queen subconsciously cover their eyes.

"Makabaka...Igubigu...oh Sidisi..."

The sound coming from Miles's mouth was ancient and vicissitudes of life, not like an existing language.

Along with Miles's voice, strange blood-colored energy emerged, like silk threads wrapping around the drop of blood on the fingertips. The blood was woven and twisted into a blood cocoon.

Weird runes lit up from the blood cocoon.

These abilities and memories are as if they are engraved in Miles's mind, and he can use them easily like a finger.

As expected of the ancestor of blood, the skill does not extract magic power, and Miles does not have the magic power for it to extract, but purely uses the method of absorbing his own blood.

Miles could feel the blood in his body being pumped out like a water pump.

But can a water pump drain an ocean dry?
  Miles is like a big blood bull, and he is protected by the ancestor of blood. There are already countless "?" in his HP column.

So even if Blood Curse consumes too much blood, it is still a drop in the bucket for Miles.

If it had been Miles who went to annihilate the elves, he might not have been sealed away by the Elf King like Heraloth after using up her blood curse.

“…Tom Bleib!”

Then Miles stopped reciting the weird language, and the blood on his fingertips reached the richest level, instantly blooming with dazzling light, and then disappeared immediately.

It's too late, but it's soon.

At the moment Miles activated the blood curse, he was far away in the Bond's dungeon in the imperial city.

Compared to the old wizard who needs to enslave slaves remotely and needs to make a lot of preparations, Miles' instant blood curse is faster, more accurate, and more ruthless.

Click!

The old wizard, who was holding the test tube and shaking it, shook his skinny palm. The test tube fell to the ground, the magic potion was scattered all over the floor, and he suddenly covered his chest.

Puff, puff.

The heartbeat is getting faster and faster, and my heart is about to pop out, as if it is not my own.

"Huha, huh...ahem..."

The old wizard gasped violently and kept beating his heavy chest, as if he would die if he couldn't breathe.

Accompanying the accelerated heartbeat was the rapid flow of blood. Dense sweat seeped out from the old wizard's forehead, and his skin, which was as gray as a high fever, became rosy.

However, a mouthful of blood spurted out the next second.

puff.

A pool of blood mixed with internal organ fragments spat out on the floor. The old wizard's eyes widened, and his bloodshot eyeballs swelled to the point of being pushed out of their sockets.

The accelerating blood flow turned into hot molten liquid, constantly burning the internal organs, flesh and skin, making the whole person soft and rotten as if cooked.

"Why, my body, why is it like this!"

Just a moment ago, he was going to enslave a noble young master. Now he was kneeling on the ground. He raised his hand with a skinny palm. The last trace of skin and flesh was corroded away, exposing the white bones. After that, the bones were all there. It melted, and the ground was covered with a puddle of rotten water.

"This is, this is..."

Aiden Horuk looked at what was happening to him, and his body that was beginning to collapse under the corrosion of blood. He suddenly thought of something, and in disbelief, he roared hoarsely with his throat that was about to melt: "Blood The blood curse of the ancestor, no, the previous ancestor Heraloth Roselis is missing and is suspected to have been wiped out by the elves, why did she suddenly curse me."

"No, why did the Blood Ancestor appear? Could it be that the demons are about to make a comeback now!"

"I became the first victim!"

The old wizard would never have thought that the noble boy he wanted to enslave had now become the ancestor of blood. This was a fantasy world, not a magical world.

In his opinion, the reason why he was targeted by the Blood Ancestor must be because he defected from the human race and joined the demon race. He studied dark magic with the Necromancer, one of the four elders of the demon race. After learning, he escaped from the demon race and avoided The consequences of being killed and transformed into a new necromancer.

Because he betrayed the demons, after the demons came back, not only humans wanted to catch him as a traitor, but the demons also wanted to kill him as a traitor.

"I'm not reconciled!"

Aiden Horuk desperately grabbed the ground with his bone-white skeleton arms and crawled in a certain direction. He kept mumbling blood bubbles and yelled: "Finally found an elf. Use the elf." I can achieve a perfect reincarnation, not only gain a long life, but also master more powerful magic, and stand under the sun again..."

"...But why, everything is in vain, no, there is still a chance!"

The words fell.

After a certain moment, only a large wizard's robe was covered in a puddle of rotten flesh. The rotten flesh soon melted into blood, soaking the wizard's robe.

At the end of life.

Aiden Horuk recalled his life like a lantern.

Born in a run-down village, he was discovered to have magical talent and was captured by a magician and enslaved as a magic apprentice who tested medicine and had to "serve" each other at night.

After learning magic, he successfully escaped from the magician's control.

When he became stronger, the first thing he did was to kill the magician who was playing tricks on him. From then on, enslaving others seemed to become his pleasure.

When he inflicts his pain on others, he becomes the existence he once hated most.

But there is no turning back now.

When the holy war comes, participating in the holy war to fight against the demon army is actually just to study the body of the demon and learn the magic of the demon.

When he was no longer satisfied with the simple dark magic, he defected from the human race and joined the demon race. Step by step, he climbed to the feet of the Necromancer and learned many dark magics.

After that, he escaped from the demons and hid until the end of the holy war.

I found my former comrades-in-arms and discovered that Wallace Bond, a well-connected guy who once killed in the demon army, actually colluded with the demons and fed them.

He used this to coerce the Bond family, who had fled to the royal city, and provided the Bond family with the work of signing slave contracts.

Until today, sixteen years later.

His death may become unclear, even if he knows who killed him.

but.

With so many people buried with him, and an extinct elf species buried with him, it was worth it.

The moment Aiden Horuk died.

A stream of soul energy came out of the body and gradually condensed into the appearance of an old man, which was the soul of Aiden Horuk.

The body dies, but the soul lives on forever.

Reincarnation magic requires giving up the body and using the immortality of the soul to regain a new body.

As a magician, Aiden Horuk naturally would not die so easily.

It was only his body that died.

The blood curse usually kills the body, and the soul that has nowhere to rest will quickly disappear, but he has a way to make his soul last forever.

Now he just needs a fresh body to be reborn.

"Jie Jie... Jie!"

Aiden Horuk let out a standard villain laugh. After his soul floated away from his body, he slowly drifted to the corner of the dungeon. Half of the body is through the wall.

It can be seen that there is a cave behind the wall, which is like another secret room. It can be seen that in this small bedroom, there are huge petri dishes.

Various blood samples are placed among them, all of which he has collected over the years.

There are also various small skeletons stacked in the corners of the secret room, which look like various grotesque baby corpses, but they have all turned into white bones.

There are various strange humanoid creatures floating in some small jars, but they all look like mutilated children. Judging from the limbs of the humanoid creatures that still move from time to time, they are still alive.

Among them, only the embryos in a huge culture tank placed in the center attracted the most attention.

In the light green nutrient solution, a rudimentary embryo floated quietly in the center, with golden lanugo hair, slightly pointed ears, and no shortage of arms and legs.

This is also Aiden Horuk's most perfect masterpiece.

There seems to be a trace of Miles in the facial contour of the embryonic baby, plus a little bit of the fair and soft skin color of the elf.

"Originally, as long as this embryo was implanted into the body of the elf and absorbed the blood of the elven species, it would be able to inherit the life of the elf perfectly, as well as Miles Bond's ever-increasing energy and blood ability, but unfortunately it was still a step too late. We can only use this experimental product in advance!"

Aiden Horuk admires one of his most satisfying masterpieces over the years.

The soul cannot be exposed to the outside for a long time. It needs a body to stay in so that it will not dissipate. Even if he is a great magician and exists in the form of soul for a long time, he will die.

Slowly, Aiden Horuk's soul will come into contact with the baby in the petri dish and merge with it.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The smile on the old wizard's face suddenly stopped, and the palm that was about to touch the baby stopped, and a strange red light lit up from the surface of his soul.

Whoosh whoosh!
  Threads of red threads shot out, binding Aiden Horuk's soul in an extremely shameful binding posture, raising his arms and hanging his legs in the air.

Aiden Horuk blushed.

Before he could think about it, the red light lit up again, and Aiden Horuk, who was in his soul state under the distortion of space, was sucked in and disappeared.

Deathly silence returned to the dungeon, leaving only dirty blood on the floor and a wizard's robe, proving that someone had lived.

.........

At the same time, after getting familiar with the curse of blood, Miles was unable to figure out how to retrieve the soul from the chaotic memories he inherited.

Miles temporarily used the ability of the Blood Ancestor and asked Heraloth, the former Ancestor, to help, and then he found the skills that matched the Blood Curse...

...bloodthirsty and soul-binding.

At first, I heard Heralose speak very well. Miles said that his head said he knew how to do it, but his hands said that he didn't.

After all, I just inherited the blessing of the Blood Ancestor, so naturally I am not as skilled in using it as the former Ancestor, Heraloth.

It's easy to use it freely, but it's really difficult for Miles to instantly pick out a useful one from dozens of skills, large and small.

"I have to say you are still somewhat useful!"

Miles boasted to Heraloth that if he, the master, had to use his brain and do everything, then what's the use of raising a bunch of useless slaves.

Horalus: "I always feel like you're not complimenting me!"

"Bloodthirsty and soul-binding!"

Miles's vertical pupils flashed red, and his fingertips pulled out several blood lines. When he grabbed it out of thin air, the space seemed to be distorted by the intertwining of the blood lines.

Until the next moment, a blue soul shadow was caught.

"puff!"

This smile was because the Elf Queen couldn't help covering her mouth. Even though she was in a complicated mood and had many things on her mind, she still couldn't hold back when she saw the soul of the old man hanging in mid-air by the tortoise shell.

"Pfft haha!"

The voice that laughed so unscrupulously was of course Hera Rose. One second she was crying because she lost her Kagome, and the next second she was laughing so hard because of Aiden Horuk's shameful binding posture. Don't express your emotions too much.

As for this, it is purely Miles' personal bad taste, and the taste is quite strong.

Anyway, if it makes him Miles Bond unhappy, then this person will not have an easy time.

Aiden Horuk is the best example. Even if he is dead, he still has to be humiliated and tied like this, still tied with a red rope.

Especially the state of the soul is not like wearing clothes in some 3D anime.

Aiden Horuk's old face was thrown to the ground and trampled mercilessly.

What Miles wanted was this kind of effect, just "surprise or surprise, surprise or surprise".

Don't say anything else.

When Aiden Horuk saw the person in front of him, Miles' face came into view instantly, but it looked like a vampire.

This was not a surprise, it was clearly a shock.

See the white-haired loli next to Miles again.

He still knew the ancestor of blood, Hera Rose Roselis. After all, he had served in the Demon King's Army for a short time, so he had naturally met her, and his blood had also been collected by her.

One of the reasons why Aiden Horuk loves to collect blood is because he learned from the ancestor of blood.

But here is the problem.

It is true that the Bond family has colluded with the demons, but Aiden Horuk does not think that the Bond family can have a character like the Blood Ancestor, let alone a character who disappeared before the end of the Holy War.

But she was indeed killed and captured by the Blood Ancestor.

The problem comes again.

Aiden Horuk clearly felt that the aura from Miles Bond was more dangerous than Hella Rose, and no matter how he looked, it was Miles Bond who was manipulating and restraining him.

And this is an ability that only the Blood Ancestor has.

Miles Bond = The Originator of Blood.

"What a joke!"

Aiden Horuk stared at Miles as if he had seen a ghost. To be precise, he was the ghost now, so he couldn't believe it when he saw a ghost.

The last doubts turned into questions: "Miles Bond, who are you and why are you with the Blood Ancestor!"

"wrong!"

Hella Rose jumped out first, as if she was the weakling under Miles' feet, and she didn't know when she recognized the reality.

I don’t know if it was sealed for a hundred years and the child was suffocated. Possessed by the drama spirit, he pretended to be soft and weak and praised: "I am not the ancestor of blood now, I am just an innocent person who was infected and became a vampire." Beautiful girl……"

"...The man in front of you is the ancestor of blood!"

"And you seem to have offended our ancestor. He is very angry. You seem to be dying!"

Hella Rose made a gesture of cutting her neck, tilted her head, stuck out her tongue, rolled her eyes and pretended to be dead, looking mean.

Miles wanted to slap him when he heard this mean voice.

Snapped!
  He slapped Hera Rose on the back of the head and did what she said, never hesitating.

　The author works twelve hours a day and gets off work at eight o'clock in the evening. It's already half past nine after taking a shower in the dormitory. I've been typing until now. I'm really sorry for being late.

　　
  　
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