A man in the ark was forced to become a king

Kelsey was able to suppress her inner restlessness with reason, but she couldn't eliminate the real physical problem and could only try her best to calm it down.

She sat on the motorcycle and took countless deep breaths before she returned to her usual state. She pulled on her cloak, started the engine, and rushed into the flying sand.

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"Two nameplates."

After sending away the limping Sakaz mercenary, the petite Blood Demon lady picked up the two identity plates placed beside the medical bed, glanced at them, and threw them into the trash can in the corner.

One year is insignificant in the blood demon's long life.

Warfarin has spent many 'years', during which the war has come and gone, gone and come again, and has been repeated countless times.

It seems that this land has never been stable.

Whether internal or external, fighting has long become an instinct imprinted in the bones, starting over and over again, never stopping.

However, in the past year, there seems to have been subtle changes in this land.

Although it was such a short period of time, many major events happened one after another.

The civil war that lasted for decades suddenly stopped. The regent and the demon king reunited. The division ended, and the royal courts that had settled in their own corners were reunited again.

The war still hasn't stopped, but it's much better than before.

The long-lost peace seems to have a little hope.

In the past, the identity plaques popular in Scar Mall were hard currency popular among the Sakaz, but now they are no different than trash.

Under the raids by the Royal Court's army, the Scar Mall almost existed in name only. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that their destruction was not too far away, and the value of the so-called hard currency naturally also plummeted.

Maybe in a while, even the mercenaries and killers all over the ground will disappear, and not many can be seen.

But when someone took that thing to pay the bill, Warfarin still wouldn't refuse.

She has lived for too long, and she no longer cares about money. If someone needs it, she will take action, and it doesn't matter what she gives.

"There shouldn't be any more guests today, right?"

Muttering questions to herself, Miss Blood Demon walked to the door, took a look at the sky, and turned over the wooden sign outside the door. The white side was inside and the black side was facing outside. In the eyes of those who know, , this means it is out of business. If you don’t know, you will not visit this remote small clinic.

Because the civil war was over and the royal army was cleaning up everywhere, there weren't too many customers recently, and sometimes there wasn't even one in a day. Naturally, Warfarin was happy to have some free time and closed the shop early.

After casually locking the simple wooden door, Miss Blood Demon returned to the house with unhurried steps and sat on the old chair full of traces of time. She did nothing but lay on the table in a daze.

Normally, she would get herself some simple food after closing the business, and then do some research that has lasted for many years, and enjoy herself.

Today is an exception.

Since the morning, Warfarin felt a little uneasy, as if something was about to happen.

This was a whim, with little logic and more metaphysics.

Maybe it's time to change places?

Staying in one place for a long time will inevitably lead to boredom. Warfarin doesn't like to live in a village or town for a long time, although what she considers a "short stay" is already a long time in the eyes of others.

Every once in a while, she would move to another gathering place to have fun, and at the same time, a change of environment would also give her a sense of freshness. Warfarin cared about this very much.

This time, it's probably about the same.

I lay down on the table and counted how long I had stayed here with my fingers. In the end, I didn't get an accurate result, so I gave up.

The bright red pupils turned slightly and scanned everything in the room. Warfarin stood up from the chair and started to tidy up.

She is not a procrastinator, nor does she care about finances. The only things she needs to bring are some daily necessities, as well as research materials and samples.

If she wanted to, she could easily embark on the journey in less than an hour.

This kind of thing has happened many times in the past, so it can be said that we are familiar with it.

However, it seems that something went wrong this time.

The hand that picked up the information stayed on the cabinet. Warfarin frowned and looked outside. There was a knock on the locked wooden door.

Chapter 173 Warfarin’s Unlucky Day Super Large Chapter

The snake has its way, and the rat has its way.

Even in Kazdaele, one of the most chaotic places in the world, there are still rules.

These rules are not decrees promulgated by someone, but a tacit understanding among the mercenaries. Every rule is based on countless blood and corpses.

'Do not disturb the clinic after it is closed' is one of the many rules.

The war in Kazdaele has never stopped, and fighting is happening every moment. In this context, medical resources have become extremely scarce.

Those lowest-level mercenaries have nowhere to get even the simplest bandages, let alone medicines. If they are unfortunately injured, they have to fight on their own. Life or death depends on God's will.

Therefore, no one who can open a clinic in a helpless zone is an ordinary person.

Especially those clinics that have been around for a long time.

If you want to get treatment and buy medicines, you must follow the clinic's rules. Once the clinic has a closed sign, don't disturb it.

There have been many people who didn't care about this and broke in directly. Only a few of them succeeded, and most of them turned into insignificant corpses.

In this small town, Warfarin's clinic is such a place. The surrounding residents and the mercenaries who often pass by here know what kind of existence lives in this small clinic.

Blood Demons are the most feared among the Sakaz tribe. Even mercenaries walking on the edge of life and death are not willing to easily provoke those madmen.

Therefore, it was the first time since she came here that someone came to the door after the sign was put up.

Inexplicably, Warfarin felt a little uneasy.

The knocking on the door continued, but she did not move. She closed her eyes and opened them again, her red eyes flashing with light.

Every blood demon has the ability to control blood. With this ability, they can accurately find prey in the dark or in the vast sea of ​​people without using their eyes.

"how come!"

The Origin Stone skills spread outward, intending to include the person knocking on the door, but soon, Warfarin's eyes widened in shock.

In her blood perception, there was nothing outside the door.

Boom boom boom!

The knock on the door sounded again, a little more urgent than before, and there was a faint feeling that the door was being broken into.

hum-

Threads of blood broke through the shackles of the blood bag and gathered around Miss Gorefiend's petite body like silk, forming the shape of wings behind her back.

The blood sense cannot detect the person outside the door. There are two possibilities. Either the person knocking on the door has some kind of spell or treasure that can block the Origin Stone's skills, or... there is no blood in his body at all.

According to common sense, the first one is the most likely, but Warfarin's intuition told her that it was the second one.

dong dong dong! !

As if they were impatient to wait, the wooden door, which was not that heavy, was knocked again, as if it was hit by some kind of heavy weapon. Looking from the inside, the old wooden boards were cracked with unbearable cracks.

click-

A section of wood shattered, and what appeared in Warfarin's eyes was a figure wearing a black cloak. Under the light in the room, the cloak seemed to light up with a glass-like texture.

"What the hell?!"

The blood wings stretched out behind him fell down, causing the wind and waves to blow up the cloaks of the people outside the room. The true appearance hidden underneath was completely revealed, shocking even the well-informed blood demon doctor.

That thing... probably can't be considered a human being anymore.

In other words, only half human?

What appears under the light is a sculpture-like head made of blue crystals. Only the remaining bone texture can be seen on the right edge.

Magic creation?A voodoo golem?

Warfarin did not sense any fluctuations in Origin Stone energy from above, and there was no smell of witchcraft.

That thing seemed to be a crystal sculpture that came alive.

Call ~

Suddenly a breeze blew in outside the door, and the faint smell of blood drifted in along the wind. There was a smell that Warfarin was very familiar with. The blood of the mercenary who gave her the identity plate just now smelled like this.

In addition, the smell of blood mixed in that wisp of evening wind was from acquaintances in the town.

That means……

run!

Warfarin made a quick decision and grabbed the unpacked backpack without hesitation. She opened her blood wings behind her and the burst of magic energy directly shattered the roof of the clinic and flew her into the night sky.

"That is!"

After flying into the sky with the help of the blood demon's innate ability, Warfarin saw what the town looked like now, and almost couldn't hold on to the spell and fell from the sky.

In her field of vision, corpses were lying on the ground without a drop of blood. Weird blue crystals spread outward from a certain part of the corpse, quickly assimilating the flesh and blood.

Obviously a few minutes ago, these people were still alive and kicking, but now they are about to be transformed into crystalline monsters. Some of them can still see human flesh and blood tissue, but they have already begun to try to get up from the ground.

There is some invisible and imperceptible force that is alienating the entire town, turning the townspeople and mercenaries into crystalline monsters!

After living for so many years, Warfarin thought she had seen a lot of weird things, but she had really never seen the current scene.

What kind of magic is it to turn people into moving crystals?

It's a bit like the way an infected person in the late stages of mineral disease assimilates the Origin Stone in his body. The difference is that this crystallization is very stable and does not turn into large bombs like an infected person.

Can't understand...

But one thing is known, that is, blood magic does not work on these crystallized monsters. Although these monsters are currently a little stupid and have not shown particularly strong aggression, Warfarin decided to leave immediately.

Maintaining a flying attitude is a very laborious task, and she must get out of here before her strength is exhausted.

Running back now to investigate the truth is not what a smart person should do.

Moreover, she may not be able to deal with such a difficult incident. It is better to find a way to send a letter to the nearest Wang Tingjun and ask them to come and deal with it.

After making up her mind, Warfarin drove the blood wings condensed by magic behind her and flew towards the outside of the town.

boom!

However, her idea failed to materialize as she was interrupted by a burst of light in the center of the town.

A dazzling blue light rose in the town, and the majestic energy fluctuations even formed a shock wave visible to the naked eye in mid-air, sweeping in all directions.

This time, Warfarin finally knew how those people in the town died.

She saw with her own eyes that some mercenaries who had not yet been alienated stood still in place the moment the shock wave swept over them. Large pieces of blood mist emitted from their bodies, and under the influence of unknown energy, they transformed into countless tiny blue crystal particles and covered them again. Return it to the bodies of the mercenaries, allowing their flesh, flesh and bones to be quickly transformed into crystals.

Such a strange change made Warfarin shudder, and she quickly activated her spells to avoid the impact. However, due to her daze, she still could not completely dodge, and the area below her knees was swept by azure energy.

For a moment, the blood flowing in his legs almost went out of control.

Warfarin used blood magic to restrain her own blood, but was horrified to find that half of her foot had turned into blue crystals without her realizing it.

Moreover, the speed of crystallization is still accelerating, and it will not take long for it to spread to the entire body.

What the hell is this?

Miss Blood Demon, who could perfectly control even her blood-sucking urges, was a little panicked.

Visible and tangible enemies are not scary. The most terrifying thing is these strange things that cannot be explained or understood.

Could it be that today, like the townspeople, she was going to turn into a cold crystal statue and die here?

In a panic, Warfarin looked in the direction of the burst of light, and happened to see something hanging in the air above the light, spinning gently.

It seems to be...a black chess piece?

Before she could see clearly, the whole town trembled, and the houses and the ground began to be assimilated by the blue crystals. Even the crystals on her feet spread faster at the same time.

Such a situation...

Looking at her crystallized shoes and soles, Warfarin clenched her teeth and turned her palm into a knife, intending to cut off the crystallized area directly.

The mutilation of limbs is not irreparable damage to the Blood Demon, but if this strange power continues to spread, she may fall completely here.

Compared with the risk to life, cutting off both legs is not so difficult to accept.

As long as you run out and find some high-quality blood, your broken feet can grow back again.

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