Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 122: Blood Slave

The situation turned against Alan.

Blood Hand Origin Energy was released, and the rumbling Origin Energy formed a light pattern on the surface of his body. Blood-red Origin Energy flashed across the surface of his skin and converged on his right hand. At this moment, Blood Hand was as his name suggested. His right hand was completely red, as if it had just been pulled out of a corpse and stained with blood.

He raised his right hand and opened it. The blood-colored light finally formed a marionette carving on Blood Hand's palm, Blood Slave!

Most of the abilities that were extended from blood slaves were used to control the flow of blood. When the young Blood Hand activated the Blood Slave and awakened his first ability, Blood Qi Absorption, he decided to take the path of a killer. Blood Qi absorption was not like a vampire absorbing the essence of life, but after killing the target, it could absorb and store a drop of the other party's blood essence.

With this blood essence, Blood Hand was able to decipher part of the target's information. Such as memory, or experience in a particular field of expertise.

This ability didn't seem to be of much use, but when the Blood Hand awakened another ability, the Blood Qi Puppet, at level 13, the Blood Qi Absorption ability would be activated. The blood essence absorbed by the puppet could be engraved and recorded, and when the puppet used the Blood Qi Puppet, it would automatically replicate a drop of blood essence to form the core of the puppet. The cloned blood essence could be combined with almost anything to form a puppet. Blood Hand had many missions to send his cloned blood essence to the vicinity of the target in various ways, and then activate the blood essence in the vicinity, allowing it to quickly fuse with the nearby substances and mutate into a blood puppet to assassinate the target.

At this moment, the origin power circuit on the engraved pattern flickered. Blood Hand's right index finger flushed red, and he used Origin Energy to force out a few drops of blood from his fingertips. A total of four drops of blood sprayed out and landed on the ground. Blood droplets were like black holes, crazily absorbing the fallen leaves, rotten mud, and other things nearby. In the blink of an eye, four blood puppets, tall and without facial features, were formed from dark red mud.

After their bodies were formed, their arms stretched out in a flash, forming swords and other objects. As Blood Hand pointed at Allen with a smile, the four Blood Puppets immediately attacked Allen. Blood Hand was in a good mood, and the gloominess that had given Allen the upper hand had lessened slightly. Originally, only one Blood Qi Puppet could be formed at a time, but after awakening the supplementary ability of Blood Qi Amplification at LV18, the Blood Qi Puppet had changed from one to four, greatly increasing the usefulness of this ability.

The four blood puppets were already like a small battle group, and Blood Hand was sure of it. Once the Origin Energy level continued to increase and the Blood Slave continued to advance, his abilities would also increase. Perhaps in the future, the number of blood puppets could be doubled, how spectacular would that be? It was a pity that he had not made any progress in the past few years since he had climbed to Level 18 Origin Energy.

One was limited by talent, and the other was busy with all sorts of things. Moreover, he was obsessed with alcohol, so his Origin Energy training couldn't be as persistent as it was when he was young. It was fortunate that Blood Hand was still able to maintain a level 18 Origin Energy without retreating. The most recent intensive Origin Energy training was entrusted by Beth Cod. In order to ensure that his reputation did not fall, Blood Hand had only undergone a week of special training.

Now that he was manipulating the four blood golems to attack Alan, it reminded him of his time as an assassin. A thought flashed through Blood Hand's mind. Perhaps if he shut down the company and continued to invest in the killer industry, there should be a breakthrough. However, he knew very well that all these years of drinking and lust had long prevented him from returning to his previous life as an assassin.

If it weren't for the attractive price Beth Cod offered, he wouldn't be willing to accept the commission. At this moment, he hoped that Allen could persevere for a longer time, so that he could experience the feeling from back then.

Unfortunately, Alan didn't do what he wanted.

When there was a sound.

Alan used a straight knife to block the slash from a blood puppet's waist. He looked at something that looked like mud, but it was extremely hard when it collided, causing it to emit a sound that resembled the sound of metal colliding with metal. Alan snorted. These blood puppets weren't as powerful as Blood Hand himself, but judging from the impact of the weapons, they were about level 13 or 14.

What was even more troublesome was that these fellows' swords and swords were extremely hard, but their bodies were as hard as mud. Alan had seized the opportunity to cut off the head of one of the puppets, but after the knife was cut, the blood puppet did not drop its head like a living creature. The blade of Allen's blade seemed to have sliced through a ball of mud. After the slash, the head of the Blood Puppet returned to normal, and the Dragon Spirit Tiger launched a fierce attack.

As a result, Allen fell into a bitter battle.

"How is it? Is this toy that I created with my blood essence acceptable?" Blood Hand laughed loudly from behind, "You have to be careful. Ordinary swords can't kill these toys of mine."

Alan's heart skipped a beat.

The straight saber chopped open the blood puppet that was attacking from the left and right. The straight saber quickly handed over to his left hand, while Allen's right hand touched his waist and pulled out the devil's salute. At this moment, another Blood Puppet came over and slashed down with its sword. Alan used the Dark Frame to destroy it with a single sword strike. Lightning shot out from his right hand and stabbed the Devil's Praise deep into the puppet's body. The Blood Puppet's movements immediately stiffened, and then its entire body's blood color continued to fade. In the end, it turned into a drop of blood essence in its body, and then it quietly sucked away the praise of the Abyss Devil.

The blood puppet's body turned from dark red to yellow-brown. With a loud crash, it could no longer maintain its body and dispersed, forming a pool of real mud beneath Alan's feet.

It was indeed useful!

Ellen was delighted. The Devil's Praise had always had the ability to absorb blood energy. The blood puppet was formed from blood essence, so once the blood essence was lost, it would naturally not be able to maintain its shape. Alan was also thinking of giving it a try, but it worked unexpectedly.

Blood Hand's smile froze on his face. Of course, his Blood Puppet was not invincible. As far as he knew, there were several ways to destroy the Blood Puppet. However, none of them was as easy and simple as Allen. With a single stab, the blood puppet was broken!

"How is this possible?"

Blood Hand was still shocked. Alan had already raised his saber and used the devil's salute to kill the remaining Blood Puppets three or two times. Only then did Blood Hand let out a wild roar and pounced forward. Alan had already prepared himself, and his Origin Energy surged to form a prairie blade, sending out a Flame Moon Slash that had been overlapped with vibrations. The Flaming Moon trembled and exploded in front of Blood Hand. The intense explosion and the high temperature of the fire forced Blood Hand to retreat. After the explosion, the Blood Hand passed through the burning curtain of fire on the ground. Alan had long since disappeared.

Under the flames, Blood Hand's ferocious face became even more twisted. He nodded and said, "Let's see how far you can run!"

The night was like water.

It was already the second night, and the moon was obscured by dark clouds tonight. Only when the high winds blew away the clouds slightly would a patch of moonlight inadvertently leak out. But very quickly, the clouds would cover up the moonlight, so the Whispering Forest was shrouded in a dark night.

Alan leaned against the rough trunk of a fir tree, seven or eight meters away from the ground, and sat on the branches of several thick trees. This was a rare opportunity to rest, especially to give him time to chew up the herbs he picked along the way and apply them to the long wound on his arm. It was caused by the claw of blood energy formed by the blood hand and the blood hand. When the skin on his arm was torn apart, Alan could clearly feel a small portion of the blood energy leaking out of his body along with the wound.

Blood Hand was a very dangerous killer. His danger came not only from his profession and rich experience, but also from his ability. The offensive ability that the Blood Slave had extended from that engraving was more or less capable of extracting blood energy. Alan's devil praise had the same effect. However, the devil praise would not only extract the target's blood energy, it would also extract the target's life force.

Even if it wasn't as good as the devil's praise, losing too much blood would still pose a fatal threat.

Blood Hand could be said to be Alan's natural enemy. Alan's advantages in the forest had vanished in front of the gap between Blood Hand's experience and Origin Energy. No matter how much he tried to hide his whereabouts, Blood Hand would always find him. Alan had already exhausted all sorts of methods, but he was still unable to reverse the situation, which was even more unfavorable to him.

After applying the herb to the wound on his arm, Alan put another herb in his mouth and chewed hard. When the herbs were mixed with saliva to form a slightly astringent liquid, he spat out the medicinal residue in his mouth, rubbed it with both hands, and then applied it to his face, armpits, back, and lower abdomen. It was a werewolf poisonous grass. After being chewed, it could wipe away one's body and conceal one's body energy.

After getting ready, Alan picked up his saber and came down from the tree. After a short rest and eating, he had enough stamina to continue moving again. He wasn't discouraged, Blood Hand was exceptionally difficult to deal with, and Alan's several counter-hunts had all ended in failure. However, Allen believed that as long as it was a person, they would have a chance to kill them. Blood Hands could not always maintain their advantage.

All Alan needed to do was wait patiently, waiting for an almost impossible opportunity.

Ten minutes after he left, Blood Hand appeared on the fir tree that Allen was resting on. He sniffed with his nose and frowned, "It's the smell of the werewolf venom grass. What kind of noble descendant is this? He even knows how to use the werewolf venom grass to conceal his scent. I think he's more like a hunter or a killer, but it's more interesting."

Blood Hand smiled. Origin Energy surged and the Blood Slave's engravings appeared. This time, Blood Hand's eyes turned bloody. His pupils contracted violently, forming a strange shape of a cross. "But the game is over," he laughed. "Otherwise, the boss of Bescot would be upset."

Blood Qi Tracking was another ability of Blood Hand. The traces of blood energy could be directly observed. On the fir tree, Blood Hand could clearly see a faint blood ribbon descending from the fir tree and turning into the depths of the forest, marking the trajectory of Allen's movements. The remaining blood energy in the air was naturally emitted from the wound on his arm. After all, it was also an ability attached to the Blood Claw.

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