The devil is coming

Chapter 668 Hunter and Prey
"Praise the ancestors."
"I accept your compliments."
For the old man, the ancestor he praised did not refer to a definite ancestor, but a kind of dignity expected by the blood clan.
A Ming's acceptance is not that he is his ancestor, but an affirmation of the dignity of his own lineage.
bloodline,
In fact, it does not refer to family inheritance, but a kind of status. What it embellishes is actually an implicit presentation of strength.
In fact, the meanings covered here are similar in a broad sense.
Taking humans as an example, Tiantian inherits the bloodline of Tian Wujing, he is a soul boy;
But from a genetic point of view, it does not mean that Tiantian is noble because he inherited the "Tian family" bloodline. It is purely because his father relied on his terrible talent to raise the upper limit very high, so Tiantian After inheriting Lao Tian's genes, its own initial level was also raised.
This has nothing to do with education or the environment, it’s purely about my father’s dividends;
And this is the inheritance of blood in the true sense, and has nothing to do with culture, belief, or even the power of the ethnic group.
This also applies to the demon clan, where dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes. If you don’t extend this concept, in essence, it is the example of Tiantian.
Taking people as an example, although the Ji family is excellent, Marquis Zheng, who was born in the capital of Guizhou, was still able to rise, although outsiders did not know that Marquis Zheng was a loser;
But the rise of Mr. Zheng is not unacceptable, because there are examples of grassroots rise in every era. They can break the shackles of culture and blood and master the right to speak. ;
But specifically speaking, it is actually beyond the scope of bloodline itself.
The Prince and General Xiang Ning has a sense of it, and it is a kind of breakdown and roar about this.
If implemented in a specific example,
Among the seven demon kings, one is the real ancestor in terms of setting, and that is Liang Cheng.
In Liang Cheng's setting, he himself was one of the four ancestors of zombies, the earliest one to appear, and even the first one.
This is a serious bloodline crushing, impeccable in terms of time and status.
That is to say, when others come up with records to brag about the glory of their ancestors, Liang Cheng can nod and say: "Your ancestors once raised horses for me."
As for A Ming, in fact, he is not the first vampire to eat crabs in the traditional sense. In A Ming's setting, he initially obtained the most common vampire bloodline, and then relied on his own efforts and many Opportunities slowly improved and evolved his bloodline, and finally reached the pinnacle of the vampire race step by step. Even at the peak, he himself had the ancestor-level vampire bloodline.
At the level of blood, he can see all the small mountains, but he is an acquired mountain climber, not one from ancient times.
but,
In this environment,
It is not an exaggeration to say that A Ming can indeed continue.
above,
The old man was not angry because of A Ming's "arrogance";
Because they are of the same race, the old man can clearly perceive the...exquisiteness displayed by the other person.
The exquisiteness of life,
Noble exquisiteness,
The exquisiteness of blood,
This means that the other party is healthy and living well. To the vampires, it means an absolute...threat.
Because it can grant the relationship of first embrace, it is actually easy for the vampires to find their own followers, and even spread their own legends;
But this kind of cultural output and influence is worthless in front of another family.
When A Ming's hand just touched the pull ring above, the ancestor woke up. He had never fallen into an absolute sleep, but A Ming's arrival brought a throbbing to his soul, making him also no longer sleep. May continue to sleep peacefully.
"where do you come from?"
A Ming looked at the old man.
The old man's face was actually a little strange.
As people get older, they will degenerate. Not only will their bodies shrink with the trend, their stature will become shorter, but their faces will gradually lose their edges and corners, and they will no longer be as bright as they were when they were young and strong.
For example, the old man in front of him had lost all his hair a long time ago, and his entire face showed a sickly sallow color.
But you can still see it from the details,
He doesn't seem to be an Oriental.
And if it comes from the West, it's interesting, it's interesting.
This means that the west of this world retains a relatively complete and clear vampire culture and... inheritance.
This is more attractive to A Ming than the fine wine from Jiangnan, the country of Qian.
If this matter can be confirmed, then the blind man's ambition is to rebel and create a dynasty with him standing behind the scenes and Zheng Fan standing in the front;
And A Ming will be the first person to shout "Western Expedition, Western Expedition, Western Expedition!" after the establishment of this dynasty.
The old man opened his mouth,
Road:
"I come from the depths of the souls of my ancestors!"
This is a politically correct statement for a vampire.
But for A Ming, this is not the answer he wants.
Unfortunately,
This kind of communication,
There is no way to continue with the luxury, mainly because the external environment does not allow it.
Especially when there was another roar from above, it was obvious that the battle above had reached a fever pitch.
No matter what is happening above, its essence should still be for the old man below.
A Ming said: "Follow me, and I will let you witness the true glory of your ancestors."
The old man smiled,
Road:
"I thought so too."
Talk broke.
Thinking back to the time when a barbarian priest sacrificed two living corpses, Liang Cheng could reversely control them with the roar from the depths of his soul. The reason was due to bloodline suppression, but in fact the two living corpses were still in a state of confusion.
This is like when ordinary people see the nobles of the Heavenly Family, they can't help but feel awe and worship them;
The big bosses in the court may look like this on the surface, but in fact, they know the absurdity of the emperor and the prince, and know their desires. It is etiquette to kneel down and worship, but deep down, they may even think that I can take their place.
The old man could sense that A Ming, a member of his clan, was unusual, but he was not too surprised, nor did he kneel down and directly swear allegiance, because the aura of this clan member was not very powerful.
"Buzz!"
The old man moved, opened his fangs, and pounced downward.
A Ming retreated and dodged for a while.
But the old man was as agile as a long snake, his body connected with the ground, and he turned around and pounced again.
A Ming spread his arms, and nails grew between his fingers.
The old man opened his mouth and roared from his throat.
A Ming closed his eyes and ignored the other party's mental interference.
"boom!"
The two sides collided.
The old man ignored the injury and just wanted to bite A Ming's neck with his fangs;
A Ming, on the other hand, used fists, arms, feet, etc. to fight back and block. The main purpose was to avoid the opponent's fangs attacking his vital parts.
They are of the same type, so there is no secret in the way of fighting.
So,
This confrontation looked very ugly from the beginning.
It's not like a duel between nobles, but more like a fight between two drunkards.
"Pfft!"
A Ming and the old man fell to the ground at the same time.
at this time,
A burst of obscure syllables came from the old man's throat.
Then,
Rays of blood flashed out from the old man's body, like shadows, hitting A Ming's body.
This is vampire magic!
A Ming's body was restricted, and the blood in his body fell into a sluggish state, which resulted in stiffness in his body.
The old man could finally cling to A Ming's body and enjoy his feast.
But A Ming's body moved again at this time. Although it seemed a little stiff, it was probably like a puppet's movements, with the joints as the axis and losing its softness.
But at such a close distance, it's enough to do a lot of things.
First of all,
A Ming's knees turned sideways, and his calves hit the old man's lower abdomen. Then A Ming's arms turned up, and ten nails naturally pierced the old man's neck.
Too understanding, too familiar;
Perhaps to outsiders, the obscure incantation was so familiar to A Ming’s ears that it was simply: Fine, thank you, and you?
Therefore, A Ming self-frozen the blood in the joints in advance so that he could still retain a very mechanized body operation when he withstood the opponent's wave of blood magic... blood sealing.
He succeeded,
The old man's combat experience, or to be precise, his combat experience with his own race, should be extremely lacking, which made him suddenly overturned when he had the advantage.
A Ming's ten fingers were pinched around the old man's neck, like a pig's brain on a string of incense, which was strung on ten bamboo sticks extremely crazily.
But the old man reacted quickly. The blood in his eyes began to boil rapidly. This was another magic spell.
In an instant,
The blood in the old man's body began to drip, flowing down A Ming's nails and fingers, like sulfuric acid, beginning to corrode A Ming's nails and body.
At the same time, the skin, flesh, and tissues on the old man's neck began to regenerate crazily. It was not just a supplement to the wound, but an external expansion of the body. The skin, flesh, muscles, veins, and bones began to be built along A Ming's nails. The frame began to grow towards A Ming's body. Once the two sides truly touched each other, the result would probably be fusion.
This is a very disgusting vampire magic. It uses itself as a trash can container and forcibly wants to wrap up and eat the other person.
Even if the party being attacked is also a vampire, this kind of forced accommodation is destined to lead to malnutrition.
There was a hint of doubt in A Ming's eyes.
The opponent's blood level is not low, but not as high as mine, but the opponent's accumulation is richer than mine.
To make a metaphor,
It is an exquisite white jade cup, but it is very small;
The other person is a glass, not as valuable as myself, but with a large capacity.
But the problem is,
If you can use magic like this, and your accumulation is so rich, why do you hide here and let those above you cover yourself?
If you are truly healthy and have no regrets, why not be free?
That big vat is like a trough when raising pigs. In fact, it is more like a pig being raised. This is not a living condition that the vampires can accept. If it is not necessary, they would rather choose to die in this kind of life. Go as relief.
The erosion force and expansion force began to attack A Ming together.
The nails began to melt and the skin began to split. This was not a high-end vampire magic, but in critical moments, it was easy to use and very direct.
If you stand on the side and watch at this time,
You can see a situation like this:
The old man's body seemed to be wildly performing the true meaning of lymphatic hyperplasia and bone hyperplasia.
A Ming, on the other hand, looked like a pig being soaked in hot blood and being roasted.
Not just nails and arms anymore,
The skin and flesh of A Ming's entire chest had been burned open, and the air was filled with the smell of boiling bacon.
It's a pity that Fan Li is fighting above, otherwise if he saw this situation, the fool might sprinkle some cumin, star anise and cinnamon before rescuing people to see if he can mix up the braised flavor.
A Ming didn't panic, didn't scream, and didn't shout. He was mobilizing the blood in his body to resist in a way of consumption.
Even with this kind of resistance, he would be at a disadvantage, and if nothing unexpected happened, he would fall into the abyss step by step.
but,
A Ming didn’t think he would lose;
Siniang and Zheng Fan once analyzed the characteristics of the demon kings together. Putting aside the shackles of the master's own strength that prevents him from reaching his peak strength, in fact, what makes the demon kings truly powerful is their state of mind.
The state of mind here includes experience.
A Ming's idea is very simple and clear. I will just stall for time, and I believe that there must be something wrong with you, an old gangster!
When the flesh began to roll from A Ming's neck, it was at the critical moment,
The old man suddenly opened his mouth wide,
He began to inhale frantically in an asthmatic manner, but it seemed as if he couldn't breathe in. His body also began to spasm. His flesh, which almost overlapped with A Ming's chest, began to retract rapidly, and the temperature of his blood also increased rapidly. cooling;
The magic cast on A Ming was also lifted.
A Ming regained his freedom,
immediately,
A Ming sat up. His injury was very serious, because it was not only a skin injury, but also blood contamination.
This is more troublesome for A Ming than when he had an accident while doing experiments in the workshop and his skin was covered with dust and other debris.
Because if these foreign blood are not eliminated and cleaned up, if the blood contamination is really achieved, it will affect the purity of one's own bloodline, and eventually lead to the downgrading of one's own bloodline.
In other words, in the future, even if the Lord takes Dabu Pills and his level skyrockets to the third level, or even to the second level, the other demon kings will happily return to their peak after successfully licking them, and he, A Ming, will be forever deprived of his power because of this pollution. It is impossible to return to the state of its original heyday.
Because this is not a vampire taking the initiative to suck blood, A Ming was equivalent to being forcibly fused with all defenses broken.
The difference is that when you take a bag of plasma and drink it, is it the same concept as blood transfusion?
But A Ming doesn’t pay special attention to these now.
He sat on the ground,
Ignoring the extensive burns on my skin,
look,
But it fell on the old man who was curled up on the ground and sucking in air.
"You are not a pure vampire, you are the recipient of the first love."
"Your master may have died. No, it's not just death. Your master should have suffered a very strong curse before death. This curse was even shared with you."
"No wonder you are hiding. No wonder you are hiding. There is something wrong with your core."
"You are simply unable to solve the problem of your own core. No matter how much blood you absorb, it will only make you appear powerful, but in fact, you are not worth mentioning."
The old man stared at A Ming, who was sitting in front of him and analyzing himself step by step, with a malicious look. A Ming, you are right.
But this is the fact that the old man least wants to face.
He was a bereaved dog, and his owner was crucified and received the "blessing of light" before being burned at the stake.
It is an honor that he, as a "blood slave", has been shared in the blessings.
But this blessing made his life worse than death.
He did not dare to stay in the west because he was facing the pursuit of the Templars. He could only take his followers and flee from the west to the east.
During this period, the retinue changed several batches.
But he finally came here. He came here with a secret, a secret that his master had told him before he was captured.
But what makes him despair is that there are indeed no Templars in the East, and the forces in the West cannot even overcome the obstacles of the desert barbarians, because deep in their hearts, they have an almost instinctive fear of the desert, which originated a hundred years ago. , a terrifying western expedition by the barbarian royal court to the west.
Moreover, Westerners also know that in the east, there is an empire called "Yan". They are superior to the barbarians and have suppressed the barbarians for many years.
And in the past few decades, through a series of exchanges between Western business groups, missions, etc., after spending time in the desert, the first thing they came into contact with was the terror and power of the Zhenbei Hou Mansion.
However, there were people here in the East who noticed him and came after him.
even,
Not the same race in front of me.
The old man huddled on the ground, weak, pitiful and helpless;
However, he finally stopped being asthmatic and just stared at A Ming:
"You can't run away...hehehe...you can't run away either...the one who wanted to catch only me...now...there are two..."
At this time,
The tab was pulled up again,
A swordsman with wounds on his body,
Dragging a long knife,
Walked down slowly.
His eyes first fell on the old man, and then on A Ming. When he saw that the skin on A Ming's body was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, the swordsman's mouth showed a touch of surprise and satisfaction. smile.
A Ming felt,
now that,
He came down,
That Fan Li...
Probably because he saw that he really couldn't beat him, he ran away.
The swordsman is here,
The real hunter is here.
The old man laughed hysterically:
"Both of us...we are both prey...we are both prey..."
A Ming shook his head,
He ignored the swordsman's continued approach.
But get up,
He picked up the old man and let him crawl on his back.
The swordsman was stunned for a moment when he saw this action.
Even the old man himself was stunned for a moment, because he knew how powerful the swordsman was, and he knew even more clearly that the fellow man who was carrying him on his back did not intend to lead him to break out and escape.
A Ming's calm voice came:
"Or, become prey together;"
paused,
Next sentence:
“Either, lend me your blood;
I'll bring you,
hunt. "
(End of this chapter)