Hands make fragrance

Chapter 1371 The big fish takes the bait
In terms of extorting a confession, I am afraid that no one is more powerful than the real devil, as long as the object of the confession is transformed into a real devil.

In just a few moments, Hagenlis was covered in blood and became Sun Chengzhi's supper today.It's just that blood containing holy power is like a drink that has expired for a long time to a true devil, and drinking it is not enjoyable at all.

After sucking the blood, he wiped the remaining blood stains from the corner of his mouth, spat twice in disgust, the sharp nail of his index finger scratched his thumb, and a small drop of raw blood flew out from the wound and fell into Hagenris' mouth.

The amount of original blood given by the real devil is directly related to the speed of transformation of the descendants. The speed of transformation of this small drop is not fast at all, but he is not in a hurry now, is he?
About half an hour later, Hagenlis' shriveled corpse twitched for a while, and then opened it suddenly, a smear of blood flashed from his eyes, and then his shriveled corpse swelled rapidly as if it was inflated, and soon recovered Reached the body shape in front of me.

Then he jumped up from the ground, knelt down in front of Sun Chengzhi on one knee, and said respectfully, "I have seen the ancestor."

"Give me the holy blood." Sun Chengzhi was not in a good mood after sucking a handful of unpalatable blood, and his tone was naturally not very polite.

As a descendant, Hagenlis did not dare to have any dissatisfaction with Sun Chengzhi's attitude, and still replied in a respectful tone: "Ancestor, the holy blood has been given to Professor Lin, do you need me to take it back?"

For the descendants of the true demon race, the order of the ancestor is the goal he must achieve, even if he knows he will die, he will not hesitate at all.

Transformed into his own descendants, Hagenris could not lie, that is to say, the holy blood was indeed in Lin Dong's hands.

Sun Chengzhi frowned when he heard the words, and if the holy blood was in Lin Dong's hands, he didn't even have the idea to take it back.

"Does he know that the holy blood is the nemesis of my family?"

Hagenlis shook his head: "This subordinate doesn't even know that the Holy Blood can restrain our family, and he probably doesn't know either."

Hearing this, Sun Chengzhi's frown relaxed, as long as Lin Dong didn't know that the holy blood had a strong restraint on the real demon.

After he finished asking what he should ask, he waved at Hagenliss. The red light in Hagenliss' eyes flashed a few times, and the light in his eyes quickly dissipated.

Immediately afterwards, Sun Chengzhi took out a sharp blade, pierced Hagenris' heart from behind, and destroyed his bitten neck, concealing his real cause of death before leaving the woods.

After a while, he returned to the woods and splashed the blood he had brought on Hagenliss, completing the last falsification of the murder scene.

He absolutely didn't dare to let Lin Dong know the real cause of Hagenlis's death, otherwise, with Lin Dong's intelligence, he might be able to deduce a lot from the details.

In his heart, it can be said that Lin Dong has been deified. Not only him, but also the younger generation of the Sun family have the same thoughts as him.

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In the medieval British-style room, firewood was burning in the fireplace, making crackling noises non-stop. The burning flame dispelled the winter cold and made the room extremely warm.

One person sits on an old-fashioned rocking chair with his back facing the fireplace, enjoying the warmth brought by the flames.

There was a straight figure standing in each corner of the room, but even with the flame lighting, the figures of these people were still indistinct, as if they were wrapped in a layer of darkness.

A grim-faced middle-aged priest wearing a priest's uniform stood beside the person in the rocking chair, and standing opposite the person in the rocking chair was Bishop Modo of Anjiao.

Looking at his respectful appearance, it can be seen how prominent the person sitting on the rocking chair is.

Indeed, he is the current Pope Benedict XIX.As Lin Dong expected, Benedict XIX would not rest assured that anyone else would take the holy blood, but chose to come in person.

"Modo, have you found out the situation?" Benedict XIX closed his eyes slightly, reveling in the warmth of the flames, and his voice was as low as talking to himself.

"Your Majesty, yes, I have already investigated it clearly. The twin sisters found it under the guidance of the Holy Blood and used it to exchange priesthood." Modo heard Benedict XIX's question and hurriedly bowed to salute , and explained the facts that he said he had discussed and investigated clearly.

In fact, he checked a fart, everything Lin Dong and Hagenris wanted him to know on purpose.

Benedict XIX nodded slightly, then fell silent, lying motionless on the recliner, as if he had fallen asleep.

Without his order, Modo dared not move, kept bowing and saluting, waiting for Benedict XIX to speak.

After a while, Benedict XIX said, "Why did Hagenris die? Who killed him?"

"Sorry Your Majesty, we can only confirm that it is a powerful extraordinary person. Hagenlis didn't resist much before his death. It can be seen that this person's strength is far superior to him. It is very likely... a superpower at the legendary stage."

As he said that, he couldn't help but glanced at Benedict XIX, wanting to see his mood from his face, so as to decide how to answer next.The one in front of him, who has purged two big regional bishops in public, is a tough majesty.

There was another silence, and Benedict XIX asked again: "Which side do you think it will be from?"

"The wound on the corpse is very similar to the incision of a scimitar. Let me guess, it is likely to come from the Middle East." Modo answered cautiously.

"Humph!"

Benedict XIX was obviously not satisfied with his answer, and snorted heavily: "Without their tortoise shells and the power of the legendary rank, you mean that there is a demigod in the Middle East?" warrior?"

"Your Majesty is stupid, please forgive me." Now Modo didn't dare to say anything, and hurriedly knelt down on one knee to apologize.

"Okay, get up."

Benedict XIX waved his hand, pardoning his sins, and I really can’t blame Modo, because not to mention that Modo couldn’t figure out the cause of Hagenlis’ death, even he couldn’t see anything, the corpse was really damaged It's too serious.

However, he is just a warrior at the legendary stage, so he is not too scared. If he can’t act, he can use a big prophecy to kill a legendary warrior. , is a shot in the arm.

Of course, if it wasn't necessary, he wouldn't take the initiative to provoke a legendary powerhouse. He could only use the Great Prophecy three times in his life, so he couldn't bear to use it just once.

"Have you found those two little girls?"

"Your Majesty, I have used the power of the night watchmen to find their hiding place." Modo replied hastily.

"Damn it, who told you to use the power of the night watchman? Don't you know that many people are now focusing on the night watchman?"

Benedict XIX raised his eyebrows, and the rising anger caused the holy power to fluctuate violently. Modo knelt down on the ground again with a chill in his heart, and hurriedly explained: "Your Majesty, please calm down, the night watchmen in London have been transformed by me." They have lost their identity as the guardians of the Anjiao, and rarely send them out to act, so no one should notice."

"Should? I don't want what I want!" Benedict XIX's anger was still lingering. In fact, his anger was not directed at Modo, but for him to use Lin Dong, who was restrained by the night watchmen.

Feeling his thunderous anger, Modo trembled all over his body. After a while, Benedict XIX calmed down his anger, leaned back on the rocking chair and asked, "Have you made contact with those two little girls?"

"I got in touch, and I want to talk to you."

"Talk to me? Okay, let's arrange a time, and get the holy blood as soon as possible. At that time, I must return everything lost by the Holy See." Modo didn't dare to answer this question, saluted again, and then left backwards Room.

At the same time, Lin Dong also received news about the twins. Sure enough, the Holy See had already contacted them, and the big fish had already bit the hook.

However, the meeting time has not yet been determined, and Lin Dong is not in a hurry, and once again devoted his heart to the study of the blood curse.

There are many restrictions on the curse of blood, one of the most troublesome is the need to mix the carrier of the curse into the blood of the target to be cursed.

Among other things, the incomparably hard skeleton of the real devil alone is a difficulty that needs to be overcome.

Lin Dong can still do this, thanks to Zhixu, the thunder calamity he attracted back then did greatly damage the space of Wanjie Island, but it was not without any gains.

Lei Jie's terrifying temperature successfully melted the Red Arrow 105 he seized from the blue-blooded warrior into molten iron. Only then did Ruyi Wan absorb new metal elements, and its material changed qualitatively, using Ruyi Wan to turn it into a steel needle , should be able to pierce through the ancestor-level true devil bones.

Of course, this hasn't been tested yet, so it's hard to say whether it can penetrate or not.

Nether earth, lizard fangs... another pot of potion was roasted by the spiritual fire, and it turned into a mass of fused venom essence, and the medicinal ingredients in the blood curse were purified.

Looking at the Holy Blood, which had shrunk by half in size, Lin Dong smiled helplessly. He really didn't expect that western potions were not much easier than alchemy. This was his fourth failure. Go on, this holy blood can be used up to ten times.

And he added that he was going to use it for the experiment, at least three copies must be successful to fully meet the requirements for use.

A little depressed, Lin Dong cheered up again, waved off a small piece of the holy blood, carefully observed the changes in the color and shape of the potion, and threw the pieces of the holy blood into the potion ball at the most suitable time.

(End of this chapter)