Became a god from the blood baron

Chapter 81 The Death of Paul
Paul, without a doubt, is an extremely special blood race.

Before he accepted the first embrace and became a blood clan, he was the number one boxer of the largest underground black boxing organization in the White Eagle Federation.

He has participated in so many boxing matches that he himself can't remember how many.

Maybe thousands of games, maybe tens of thousands of games...

He has never been defeated, he is a legend in the underground boxing world, a living undefeated legend.

He is truly the strongest boxing champion in the underground world.

Any boxer who dared to challenge Paul's status turned into a cold corpse in the end.

At that time, Paul was only twenty years old.

At only twenty years old, he has trained his physical strength to the extreme that ordinary people can achieve.

The real acme, there is no way to advance.

After reaching the peak, Paul was extremely lonely.

No one is his opponent.

No one dared to be his opponent.

Any boxing match, any competition, can no longer attract his interest.

No one can resist his casual punch.

Since he has no opponent, he regards himself as his opponent.

He wants to go beyond his limits, break through the acme of mortals, and truly step into the realm of the extraordinary.

But no matter how hard he tried and tried countless methods, he still couldn't break through that barrier, the barrier between the mortal and the extraordinary.

Until, he met the woman who changed his life.

No, she is not human.

She is a blood, a female grand duke.

The Victor family, one of the nine Grand Dukes, the Duke of Bolan.

After seeing the power of Duke Bolan, Paul willingly became Duke Bolan's servant.

A servant of a duchess, but also... a male favourite.

later.

In just ten years, Paul, by virtue of his own ability, won the great favor of Duke Bolan and was bestowed with the first embrace.

After becoming a blood clan, Paul showed amazing talent, and he was promoted to the Viscount level in just over a hundred years, joining the first rank of the family.

But he never forgot, when he was a mortal, his crazy pursuit of the flesh.

After becoming a blood clan, he has never practiced any blood clan magic, even the three basic magic of the blood clan.

He asked the Duke of Bolan to grant some very rare secrets of blood energy strengthening the body.

In normal times, apart from accumulating blood energy in daily life to prepare for advancing to the next level, at other times, he used the blood energy to crazily temper his body in accordance with the secret method all the time.

He has practiced dozens of similar secret methods.

At the same time, when Paul advanced to the rank, most of the soaring blood energy was used to strengthen the body, and the part of the blood energy that should have been used to baptize the soul was also embezzled by him.

For him, the strength of the soul is maintained at the lowest level of the same level, just barely enough.

In this way, Paul finally combined dozens of master body strengthening secrets, refining a powerful body close to the third-order limit, the black bat blood body.

He also created the black bat blood talisman that suits him based on the black bat blood body. With the combination of the two, he can even temporarily increase the strength of the physical body to the fourth level.

But even so, he still lost.

Paul lay in the pit, heart ashes.

His body has returned to normal size. Although he is still very tall and strong, he is no longer as exaggerated as the original height of more than three meters.

The blood of the black bat was completely broken.

The black bat blood body that Paul was once proud of was completely vulnerable to that monster.

He attacked frantically with all his strength, but the monster didn't even bother to hide much.

His own fist hit the monster's body, but in the end it was his own fist that hurt more and more. The monster didn't seem to be affected at all.

If it is said that before he used the secret technique, his black bat blood body was infinitely close to the third-order limit.

Then, the body of that monster is already infinitely close to the limit of the fourth order...

The gap was so great that he felt hopeless.

"I'm sorry, Lucy, Kenny, I can't avenge you."

Paul thought painfully in his heart.

Lucy is his favorite woman.

He has been the male favorite of the Duchess of Waves for more than ten years, and finally found the dignity that a man should have in Lucy.

Kenny is his only brother.

Decades ago, he failed to challenge the Son of Sequence, was seriously injured, and his blood core was on the verge of collapse. It was Kenny who gave up a third of the life force of the blood core to save him.

The protective treasure given by the duke was originally asked by him to thank Kenny for saving his life, and wanted to give it to Kenny.

Unfortunately, Kenny is determined not to.

In the end, he survived on the treasure, and Kenny...

Paul now regrets it.

He regretted not killing Jack in the first place.

Now, he has no chance.

……

beside Paul.

Meng Yan's eyes were indifferent and his face was calm.

He found this Paul very interesting.

He didn't expect that there would be a blood race so focused on improving physical strength.

It's really a big world, there are no wonders.

As for himself?
For him, if the physical body is strong, he will use the physical body, and if the magic is strong, he will use magic.

As long as he can solve the enemy, kill the opponent, and absorb the soul, he doesn't care what method he uses.

If it weren't for being trapped in the shackles of the blood clan.

His physical strength and blood core energy level should go hand in hand now.

rather than as it is now.

The physical strength is so "prominent".

"Pity……"

Meng Yan sighed.

If it weren't for him, this Paul might really become the first blood clan to manifest the starlight point in ten thousand years.

Feel free to wave.

puff!

A thin flying blade of blood energy pierced through Paul's eyes and pierced through Paul's head.

After a while of fidgeting, the blood energy flying blade flew out from the other eye.

At the tip of its blade, there is a bright red blood core.

This is the blood core of a top earl.

Meng Yan's body shrank extremely quickly, and he quickly restrained his explosive state.

The black leather pants on the lower body were still on his legs, and they were tighter, not loose at all.

He first took out a coat and put it on.

Then he picked up the blood core from the blood energy flying blade hovering in front of him.

Use the suction method to suck Paul's soul out of the blood core.

"This soul strength is far worse than Haile's."

Looking at the phantom of a human figure bound in the three-dimensional secret magic rune, Meng Yan sighed with emotion.

Then, he held the arcane rune.

Click.

The secret rune was crushed, and the palm touched Paul's soul.

The phantom in human form disappeared in an instant.

Memories of nearly a thousand years flooded into my mind, and were temporarily buried by Meng Yan with mutated mental power.

Godhead's control has improved a bit.

The telepathic range has expanded by several hundred meters.

"Although it's not as good as Shanghai Le's soul, it's not bad."

With a wave of his hand, a large cloud of blood can cover Paul's body.

After half a sound.

"what?"

Meng Yan was surprised to find that Paul's body was not completely corroded by the blood energy, and more than half of it remained.

I thought about it.

He cast a third-order flame magic.

wow.

Bloody flames enveloped Paul's body.

Soon, this top earl who was physically strong and not like a blood race was completely reduced to a pile of ashes.

At this time.

In the dense forest, there happened to be a breeze blowing through.

The black and red ashes in the pit gradually drifted away.

After a long time.

In the original place, only two red gloves and a purple ring remained.

(End of this chapter)