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Chapter 324 Fast forward to fighting alongside the blood demon Bra

The soul fragment of the blood demon Bula.

Or
Part of the core.

In the process of crushing the soul just now, Lu Wenwu intercepted the most core part, which contained a lot of strange power that he could not understand for the time being.

Lu Wenwu suspected that this strange power was the reason why the Blood Demon could be resurrected all the time.

Is it the power of God?

Or the world itself?

Study it first. If you really can’t figure it out, wait until the Blood Demon is resurrected.

In his experience, this kind of resurrection with immortal characteristics generally follows similar principles.

If you send it thoroughly, there will be a certain degree of randomness in the resurrection, and you don't know where you will be resurrected.

But if a certain amount of body tissue is preserved, there is a higher probability that this resurrection power will use this body tissue as a resurrection medium, which is equivalent to selecting a resurrection point.

Lu Wenwu thought about it, raised his hand, and the Fire Dragon Staff shrank to an abnormal size.

As he touched the blood demon's soul fragment, the soul power was like a knife, cleanly and neatly splitting the fragment into two independent individuals.

He placed one of the pieces in a basic magic storage box, and the other piece was placed in a jade box containing rare treasures. After sealing it with a soul restriction, it was sent into the Dragon Mansion.

If the other party could be resurrected directly in the Dragon Mansion, the expression would probably be quite interesting.

After putting away his things, Lu Wenwu exerted a little force on his feet, and leaped up like a roc, landing lightly in the distance.

The rain stopped.

The dark clouds have dispersed, the sky is clear and the moon is bright.

In the muddy soil, old Ild lay here, groaning in pain.

The newly customized expensive staff had been broken into seven or eight pieces during the fight between Lu Wenwu and the Blood Demon, and was scattered on the ground.

Lu Wenwu squatted down, looked at the distorted face, and said seriously: "See, I told you that you can't turn back, right? How does it feel to have your vitality sucked away by the blood demon?"

Ild seemed to have regained some consciousness.

He raised his hands tremblingly, wanting to do something.

But the serious deficiency in his body made it impossible for him to do so.

The magic power that had previously flowed as smoothly as the Yangtze River was no longer there, leaving only the broken and shrunken meridians that looked like dried-up streams.

Two lines of blood and tears flowed down that lifeless face.

His magical talent is gone.

The path of cultivation is interrupted.

For a guy who has always considered himself superior to others because of his talent in spellcasting and looked down on ordinary people, this is even more painful than killing him.

Ilder collapsed and cried, begging Lu Wenwu to save him, heal his injuries, make up for his lost essence, and swore to the God of Magic that he had realized his mistake.

Lu Wenwu shook his head slightly: "You don't know you're wrong, you just know you're going to die."

"Please save me, please save me. You are so powerful, you must have a way." Ild burst into tears, "I am willing to serve you as my master and be your slave for the rest of my life."

"I don't need a servant. You are too weak." Lu Wenwu said, "Besides, don't you think it's too late to say this now? After all, you only have ten at most..."

“Ten years? I only have ten years left to live?” Ild collapsed even more and screamed inhumanly, “Blood Demon! You’ve ruined my future and cut off my chance of survival. I will never forgive you! I will never forgive you!”

Lu Wenwu looked at him with pity and uttered the second syllable faintly: "Nine"

At that moment, Ild's voice stopped abruptly, like a goose with its neck strangled.

He tried hard to make some sound, but in the end, all he could come out was the sound of an old bellows.

The forest was dead silent, as quiet as a ghost cave.

"Eight"

"Seven"

As Lu Wenwu counted down, Yilder's cloudy eyes widened wider and wider.

Just as he uttered the word "one", he seemed to have used up the last of his strength and screamed suddenly.

Then, a breeze blew by, and the old and unrecognizable body broke into pieces, turning into dust and blown away by the wind.

He had nothing left except a tattered set of school magic robes and a wand twisted into a pile of metal fragments.

"Self-inflicted, can't live"

Lu Wenwu put away his wand and released Maomao.

"I just want to have a plain campus life to reminisce about my youth and study egg-filled pancakes. Why do you have to force me? Look, you're falling asleep right now, right?"

"Master, the blond uncle and the old man with the sword are here."

Maomao raised his head and sniffed, then patted Lu Wenwu's leg with his paw.

"There are a few people I don't know."

Lu Wenwu raised his head and looked towards the castle area of ​​Magic Academy of Magic. The sounds of several breaking through the air were so conspicuous in the silent night.

Especially the silver dragon Isidro, the silver-white dragon wings behind him are filled with colorful colors, it is hard not to notice it.

"Xiaowu, are you okay? Where is the enemy? Who is he?"

This was his first sentence after he landed.

Isidro's eyes were tense, and he didn't even have a wand in his hand. Instead, his whole body was filled with dragon power, ready to transform into his most powerful original form at any time.

"I'm fine, Uncle Isidro." Lu Wenwu said with a smile, "The enemy has been killed by me. It was Ild from the Arcane Academy. He was controlled by the blood demon."

"What!? Blood Demon!?"

Isidro was shocked, and his body was instantly covered with a layer of silvery-white scales.

Goodall, who was a step behind, was also on high alert and drew his knight's sword: "Xiaowu, this is not a joke. The blood demon has been dead for at least two thousand years. How could he still be alive now? And you killed him?"

"That guy was pretty stupid. He introduced himself to me and negotiated with me, hoping that I would let him go." Lu Wenwu shrugged. "How could that be possible? I just heard about his legend this afternoon, so I naturally beat him up."

"Indeed, it is not impossible."

A vigorous and powerful voice sounded, and the person who came was the headmaster, the God of the Fiery Sun, Douglas.

"But you two, don't be nervous. There is no danger here now. Mr. Tyrannosaurus has eliminated all dangerous factors. He is safe now, and the academy is also safe." "Yes, his clothes are not even torn. He is as healthy as can be." Vice Dean Nettle, who is familiar with Lu Wenwu, added, "You two have been here for a short time, so it is normal that you don't know much. If it is really a blood demon, generally speaking, it will be fine."

"Hello, professors."

Lu Wenwu bowed to them.

There was a middle-aged man next to Netel whom he had never seen before. He should be the dean of the Arcane Academy.

Behind them, there was an old man who was holding a hammer in his left hand and a magic wand in his right hand, and was a little out of breath.

Now he was looking at Lu Wenwu with an angry and frustrated look as if he had been deceived.

"Eh? Professor Wood, you're here too?" Lu Wenwu was a little surprised. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You little bastard, you never told me that you have this level of combat power! I have been worrying for nothing!" Old man Wood swung his hammer angrily, "If Yin Yue hadn't taken the initiative to explain, I would have been kept in the dark by you!"

"Ah? That's not making sense! I thought you didn't ask!" Lu Wenwu said innocently, "I can guarantee that I have only lied to you once so far. The materials I used to make the magic wand were not passed down from my ancestors."

Wood snorted: "If it's not inherited, where else could you get it? Did you steal it from the Dragon Tomb?"

"That's not the case." Lu Wenwu said with a smile, "I pulled it out of my body."

Pull it out from yourself! ?
Including the dean, everyone was shocked and their faces gradually became tense.

Damn, even if you dragons have strong recovery abilities, you can’t play like this, right?

What the hell are you trying to do!

"So you were stealing... uh... hunting the Earth Hammer Dragon in the reserve just because you were hungry and wanted to eat something?" Douglas' expression became increasingly strange.

He realized something, which seemed to have been misunderstood before.

"Yeah, what else?" Lu Wenwu asked in confusion, "It wants to eat me, and I want to eat it too. It can't beat me, so I can only eat it. But I didn't expect there is such a thing as a protected area."

At this point, the expressions of the other people also began to become more interesting.

It makes sense that dragons don't understand the rules of the human empire.

It makes more sense for a dragon to kill a sub-dragon and eat its meat when it's hungry.

With the physical fitness of a giant dragon, even in human form it can knock down a sub-dragon with one punch, no problem at all!
All the mysteries have been solved!
"Then why do you want to go to jail?"

The dean of the Arcane Academy is a little overwhelmed.

"You are a giant dragon! As long as you transform back to your original form, who would dare to arrest you and put you in jail? Those law enforcers will certainly invite you to the imperial capital politely. The Emerald Royal Family would love to host a pure-blooded giant dragon! Who would want to offend the dragon clan?"

"A banquet? Humph! Those bastards are just coveting our powerful bodies and want us to sign a contract with the knights of their family!" Isidro complained in dissatisfaction, "They are all bad guys!"

"But I don't know!" Lu Wenwu said confidently, "Although I have been wandering in human society for a while, there are too many countries on the mainland. How can I know their laws and policies? If they say I did something wrong, then I will be punished. Anyway, the prison provides food."

Dean of the Arcane Academy: "."

Legal, but sick.

I've never seen such a well-behaved dragon before, and I'm a little uncomfortable with it.

At this time, shouldn't you dragons immediately transform into dragon form and kill all the invaders? Otherwise, wouldn't this be an insult to the noble dragons?
What the hell is going to jail?
Even the moderate Silver Dragon Isidro thought this was a bit too weird.

He looked at Lu Wenwu's serious expression and sighed silently in his heart.

This kid lacks awareness of the status of his own race on the mainland. He is so honest!

Unless we have done something really outrageous, who would dare to put our dragon in jail?

Even when it was popular to snatch princesses back to decorate the dragon's nest a long time ago, each country and force would just symbolically send a few suckers to go through the process.

Of course, by the way, you can also check whether there is any dragon shame among the dragons.

That kind of loser who can't even beat the legendary knight in a one-on-one fight, just die.

This is a rare trick that can "legally" hunt dragons without being hunted down by the dragon clan.

Lu Wenwu didn't know what these professors thought, he just followed his own practices and ideas.

Conquer people with virtue and convince people with reason.

Martial ethics is also virtue, and physics is also reason.

As long as there is one that can decide, it doesn’t matter which one it is.

"Dear professors and the president, I have something I want to ask you."

As a person with social phobia, Lu Wenwu took the initiative to speak and break the awkward and weird atmosphere.

"That blood demon, Bra, claims that he is immortal and can be resurrected even if he dies. What's going on? And why can he enable people who have no magical talent to use magic after possessing them?"

"Well, that's a long story. In fact, it's not a secret among senior students and professors. It's more like a campus legend," said Principal Douglas.

Afterwards, he briefly recounted the life story and legend of the blood demon Bra.

It's probably a story about a young genius who has been pursuing ancient magic but cannot obtain it. He thinks the academy is hiding it from him and not teaching him, and eventually he turns evil and goes astray due to hatred. Finally, by chance, he obtains the inheritance of a god, whose authenticity is unknown, and then returns to school to give up his life in anger.

However, this is not important and cannot be considered a legend.

The important thing is that the blood demon Bra can indeed be resurrected, but the time of resurrection after each death is not certain.

The shortest interval was only a week, and the longest was more than two hundred years.

He could not necessarily cultivate to a new level after each resurrection, it mainly depended on luck - he was a very incompetent old grandfather, he always treated the host like a leek, and was extremely keen on returning to school to give away heads before he had fully developed, so it was too difficult for him to get back on his feet.

What is even more incredible is that in the first few hundred years, the blood demon Bra actually did not have the power to bring magical talents to the host.

Until one day, he abnormally possessed an ordinary person who had no talent for spellcasting at all, but manipulated this ordinary person to practice all the way to the level of a mage. Only then did the Magic Academy discover this strange phenomenon.

The college also organized professors to try to capture and study it, but to no avail.

The power that could lead to resurrection could not be analyzed at all, and the soul of the blood demon Bra looked completely normal.

We can only guess based on the priesthood of the God of Blood and Darkness that the Blood Demon Bra might have relied on some forbidden magic and the power of the gods to steal the spellcasting abilities and cultivation talents of many previous hosts, and bestow them on later hosts who had no talent.

After all, another name for the God of Blood and Darkness is the God of Shadows and Thieves that thieves believe in.

If he is truly the "Son of God" chosen by the God of Blood and Darkness, it is credible that he possesses such abilities.

Ordinary thieves steal money, and the concept thief steals talents.

That makes sense, right?

(End of this chapter)