Chapter 45 Blood Pool [VIP]

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When Luke first heard it, he was indeed slightly surprised.

Then I sighed that someone could come up with such a sinister idea.

The baptism in the blood pool could completely divert attention and make the public forget his efforts in the hunt.

"Wait." Luke curled his lips.

When the enemy shifts the focus, you shift the contradiction.

After that, he would study carefully how to shift the cold reception the capital received to class contradictions and the ever-widening gap between the rich and the poor, and then unite all the non-pure-blooded demons that could be united.

The masses are the foundation, and it depends on who can move ahead.

"Go ahead." The Demon King said calmly, "The longer you stay in the blood pool, the better the effect."

The Demon King's meaning of this was different from that of the other nobles.

Luke narrowed his eyes.

Outsiders cannot use the blood pool without permission. The other party is willing to cooperate with this farce, probably because they want to further determine whether there is anything else on him.

The souls of the strong will occasionally attach themselves to some treasures. In the Land of Exile, if you use your essence and blood to fish for a feather pen and fail to catch it the first time, you will go fishing again the second time.

The other demons were unaware of the secrets between this father and son.

After the initial silence, some unfriendly discussions began to spread. Amidst the countless emotions of greed and jealousy, Luke showed no fear and took steady steps.

The blood pool is heavily guarded within 10,000 meters, and the surrounding surveillance cameras are even more dense than those in the palace.

He didn't care about the impact of the live broadcast later, even if he was blasted out of the blood pool. The most important step is to make a request under the statue of Demon Ancestor.

What kind of bloodline theory is this? It is worthless in the face of future cultural invasions.

Because the pressure of the blood pool was too strong, Lujia found that there was an instruction manual next to it when he got closer. The original words of the Demon Ancestor were engraved on the boulder.

[Guidelines for use:

Step 1: Aim at the pool water and cut your palm (Those who do not have magic blood should leave immediately. We will not be responsible for any death)

Step 2: Squeeze two drops.

Step 3: Enter the blood pool with a hey hey hey. 】

Luke's eyelids twitched.

The ancestor of the demon clan is really unique.

Following the instructions, he used his finger as a knife to cut a cut in the palm of his hand, but he regretted it as soon as he finished.

It only takes two drops of blood anyway, so wouldn't it be the same if I pricked my fingertip?

Red blood drops fell into the boiling pool of pulp.

There is a certain probability that baptism with impure blood will lead to sudden death, but this probability is almost zero in Luke's case.

The faith in his body was often overloaded, and he had long been able to skillfully use it to expel the overloaded energy.

Luke waved to the visitors who were watching the fun from behind: "Come, come closer."

Maybe I can kill two of them later.

It was a very incomprehensible sentence, and everyone thought he was just mad and talking nonsense out of fear.

Seeing that no one approached, Luke was a little disappointed. When he turned around again, his originally indifferent expression suddenly became stern.

Is it an illusion?

The attraction of the blood pool suddenly deepened, as if something was calling him.

Luke couldn't help but lower his head.

The color of the wound on the palm of his hand strangely turned to black, as if an invisible suction force was pulling at his flesh. While he was still wondering, his body suddenly lost balance and he fell into a pool of blood.

Oh shit.

He hasn’t done anything yet?

What's the use of this user guide!

Luke fell in without warning, but to the onlookers it looked quite different.

The Seventh Prince, who was originally waiting for Lujia to make a fool of himself, said in astonishment: "Did you...see it?"

No one around said anything. Of course they saw the loud noise, but they forced themselves to swallow back the scream that was about to burst out.

Outside the palace, the demons who were watching the ceremony didn't care about their image at all, and shouted almost at the loss of words: "It lit up, the statue of the Demon Ancestor just lit up!"

It is said that in addition to the essence of the heart, the blood pool also contains a trace of the will of the Demon Ancestor, but isn’t that a legend?

At this moment, the beam of light directly enveloped the thin figure below, indicating that the will of the Demon Ancestor seemed to respond to Iliad.

The Lord of Hongrong City, who was also concerned about the results of the hunt, frowned. He was pure surprise.

"How is that possible?"

A crown prince with only half demon blood is lucky enough not to be blasted into the blood pool. How could he possibly gain the favor of the Demon Ancestor's will?

Not to mention him, no force can figure it out.

The Dark City fell silent, the traitor Klin's watchtower fell silent...both the central city and the border town were silent at this moment.

In Moko City, which is being built into a tourist city, the dragon clan who was assigned to carry out infrastructure construction watched the live broadcast and didn't know what to say for a moment.

After a long while, Grover broke the silence: "Could it be that Luke is the child of the Demon King and another demon behind the Saint's back?"

Leo: “Maybe adopted.”

Then he can be adopted into the dragon clan legitimately.

The demons of Moko City: "..."

Underground city palace, blood pool.

Luca, whose origins were suspected, was in a red world, surrounded by exaggerated scarlet blood threads. They spread wildly like vines, and at the end they gathered like spider silk webs, condensing into a bloody throne.

Very strange.

Although there is not a single luxurious treasure embellishing it, it looks even more unfathomable than the devil's throne.

At least when Luke was in the palace, he could still snort disdainfully, but now he couldn't help but feel awe.

Suddenly, a bloody shadow appeared on the throne.

Luka immediately took a step back, thinking about the possibility of using the space scroll to escape from here.

"Ah, you are finally here, my grandchildren, grandchildren... descendants." Blood Shadow was almost half lying on the throne in a very casual manner.

After observing Luke for a while, Blood Shadow spoke in a low voice, "It seems that the demon race is expected to flourish in this era."

What a compliment.

Lujia became more alert: "I am just an ordinary demon junior, you are too kind to me."

"Ordinary?" Blood Shadow seemed to have heard a huge joke and finally rolled over on the throne with laughter. After laughing enough, he reluctantly returned to the original posture of crossing his legs and supporting his chin with his hands.

"A true atavist is hard to come by in a thousand years, how can it be common?"

Atavism is a special genetic phenomenon. Among the entire demon race, the only one who has atavized is the Demon King.

However, he was only born with certain innate abilities and was not a complete atavist.

A complete atavist will inherit the distinctive characteristics of his ancestors. Unfortunately, there are too few records about the Demon Ancestor, but there are many rumors. There are talks about heterochromatic eyes, three horns, and even six pairs of wings.

After hearing this, Luke pondered for a moment, and then he thought of something and said, "Black hair?"

He shook his head again instantly.

Black hair is very rare in the entire continent. If the Demon Ancestor had black hair, there would be no clear historical records passed down.

As if knowing what Luke was thinking, he responded with a sigh.

"Because I'm bald."

Luke stood there in a daze.

Blood Shadow sighed again: "It's related to the cultivation method. I want to make up for it after I achieve great success, but my body is too strong and is completely immune to high-level potions."

Xueying spoke in a cold tone, not forgetting to speculate about others with the greatest malice:

"The ancestor of the human race should be the same, otherwise why did he follow my example and make the statue only visible from the top?"

It's not bald yet!

The corner of Lujia's mouth twitched. So the strong man couldn't see the top of his head to prevent his bald head from being exposed?

He really didn't want to discuss this dumb topic:

"The Atavist is gifted with extraordinary talents. I couldn't even sense the magical elements before."

This time it was Blood Shadow who was surprised. He said "Impossible", and appeared in front of him the next second.

Lujia was almost blinded by the red light. He saw the blood shadow like a dog, sniffing him several times, and he got goose bumps all over his body.

Blood Shadow returned to the throne: "Fuck you."

Luke: “…”

Xueying has already sensed the situation outside. This generation of Demon King is a decent man, so the only thing is that there is something wrong with the mother of this generation of Crown Prince.

"You have human breath on you, which conflicts with your ancestral bloodline. If not you, who will be?" The Demon Ancestor's tone showed a hint of interest: "But the technique you practice is quite interesting. You can actually find a new way. It's a pity that I'm already dead, otherwise I could just take over your body and pick up a ready-made one."

After saying that, he began to sigh again.

One sound after another, it was obvious that they were really sorry.

Luke: “…”

Xueying suddenly stood up again and paced back and forth: "The person who invented this technique is a genius, and the one who can practice it is also a talent."

From the perspective of demon culture, Luke felt like he was being scolded.

However, the next second, the bloodshot eyes stared at him closely: "It's still incredible, you actually managed to do it."

“…Practicing based on faith is as difficult as ascending to heaven. The faith of the weak is useless, and the strong will not believe in the weak. It is better to cultivate negative emotions, but the effect and progress will be greatly reduced.”

The saddest thing about this martial art is that not even the person who invented it can master it.

"It was just luck." Lujia was a little impressed. He was worthy of being the Demon Ancestor. He could hit the nail on the head immediately.

"Forget it, it's fate." Xueying shook his head, "I can probably guess that you don't have a sense of belonging to the demon clan."

He is half human, a loser in cultivation. You can imagine how he is treated. It is abnormal for him to have a sense of belonging.

Luke agreed silently: You are really good at judging people.

"But the demon clan is my hard work after all."

"In this way, I will give you a good fortune. In the future, you will remember the kindness of the ancestors."

"There's no need for good fortune." Lujia was about to tear open the scroll without making any noise. He couldn't guarantee that there was no trick in this good fortune.

However, before he could finish his words, his body instantly lost its mobility. Countless blood blisters clung to his back like maggots on the tarsal bones. A stinging pain began to radiate from his entire spine, which was followed by an extremely itchy sensation.

The sea of ​​blood rushed towards him like a raging wave. Lujia couldn't help but wanted to reach out and scratch it, but he touched irregular bulges.

The horror brought by this moment almost made him forget to scratch.

The itchiness is still piling up, like millions of ants crawling.

"Why are you running? How can I run away from a blood pool that is controlled by my will?"

Even if given benefits, Blood Shadow still spoke like a villain.

His color became lighter and lighter, until the very end, when he showed a rare concern from an elder for a younger person: "Don't forget, hehehe, smile more and you'll have better luck."

Luke gritted his teeth: "...I, won't."

He suppressed the itch and said, "Hehe...hehe."

Xueying was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter and disappeared completely.

In the sea of ​​blood, Luke curled up alone, struggling against the discomfort in his body in a daze. When he almost fainted from the pain several times, he vaguely heard the sound of bones cracking, which seemed to be accompanied by a strange rustling sound, like willow branches sprouting, or weeds sprouting from the soil.

Time passed slowly, the scarlet world gradually faded, and the statue of the Demon Ancestor also became much darker, and chaos began to appear outside.

Princess Mary pointed her overlong nails at the pool of blood angrily and said, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and find a way to get this little bastard out."

Alicia looked at Princess Mary, whose emotions were weirdly out of control from time to time, with a hint of gloom in her expression, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Among the many visitors, Prince Notting suddenly had an especially ominous premonition, and bowed directly to the Demon King and said, "Your Majesty, there must be no mistakes in the blood pool. We must find a way to interrupt this bathing blessing."

"That's right." The dignitaries and nobles on the side also quickly echoed.

"Your Majesty can travel through space freely, why don't you bring His Highness out first?"

All of them are disguised as blood pools, as if they have no idea that special moments like enlightenment, breakthroughs or blessings, once interrupted, can easily cause irreversible consequences.

The devil squinted at the pool of blood and took a step forward.

However, at this moment, the boiling pool of blood suddenly subsided, and the world returned to its normal state, with only a faint layer of light left.

In the center of the light, a young boy with a tattered shirt huddled beside the statue, with a pair of wings containing mysterious power hanging on both sides.

Amid the extreme itchiness and the pain of breaking through the ground, Luke clenched his teeth.

The red light in his sight was getting fainter and fainter. He was afraid that the blood pool would soon return to normal. He desperately moved forward centimeter by centimeter.

Having wings but not showing them is half the fun!

What kind of look should I have later?

Does he know some yoga poses, or is he more philosophical and like a thinker?

Luke paid too much attention to image management, which indirectly distracted some attention and successfully reduced the pain by -1.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard a low cry of surprise.

In the distance was a group of high-ranking demons led by the Demon King.

The elegance that they were proud of in the past was now tainted with a twisted shock. Although they didn't know what had happened, the wings showed that the baptized had gained great benefits.

The demons are known for their conspiracy theories and their imaginations are very strong! Some people have even begun to imagine whether Luke has inherited the power left by the Demon Ancestor.

Yes, that's it.

Exclaim, marvel, and let your pupils vibrate.

"Is he still him?" Influenced by her grandmother's story, Alicia's first reaction was to possess someone else's body.

The surroundings seemed horrifying at first, but soon I felt it was impossible. The number of people baptized is not small, if they really wanted to take over someone else's body, they wouldn't have waited until now.

All the residents who witnessed this scene through the live broadcast were anxiously waiting for the answer.

But Luke was destined to disappoint them.

After seeing the light of day again, he did not respond. He barely stood up and kept steady, and Luke faced the statue again.

He adjusted the angle by 30 degrees, stared at the face of the Demon Ancestor for a long time, and said in a light but solemn tone:

"I will definitely do what I promised you."

What did you promise? You tell me!

Gradually, the onlookers thought of a possibility.

The era of the Demon Ancestor has long passed, and what the deceased cares about most is nothing more than his legacy. The most reasonable guess is that the Demon Ancestor wants Iliad to protect and revitalize the demon race.

Luke went from 30 degrees to 45 degrees, so keep using your imagination.

Taking orders from the Demon Ancestor, he is the orthodoxy, the mystery and the authority.

At the critical moment, a disappointing voice interrupted the crowd's dispersion.

The demon king brought the topic back on track: "As the winner of this hunt, in addition to the established rewards, you can make one more request."

He slowly added: "Since the Demon Ancestor has high hopes for you, I will try my best to consider your request."

The Demon King is obviously beginning to pay attention to Iliad!

All the benefits came at the same time, making the other crown princes extremely jealous. The fence-sitter nobles began to look at each other, wondering whether they should change their attitude towards Iliad in the future.

Luke's eyes darkened.

The cut on the palm of my hand was burning, and there was a line of tiny words on it:

There is a teleportation array hidden at the bottom of the blood pool. The activation spell is: ▇囗.

This is an escape route left by the Demon Ancestor. Even the Demon Ancestor believes that the current Demon King might kill him.

However, Luke did not sense any killing intent from the Demon King.

This old Deng definitely has some bigger plan.

Never mind, Luke chose to get the benefits first: "My request is--"

The scene fell into extreme silence, and everyone listened with bated breath.

army? land?

However, these are already included in the rewards, and too many of them would be hard to keep.

"In the future, all my artworks can be distributed and circulated in Demon Realm, and there will never be any hindrance."

That’s it?

The nobles who were waiting for the lion to speak loudly looked at each other in bewilderment.

The demon king raised an eyebrow, and asked the same question twice, which was rare: "Are you sure?"

Luke adhered to the principle of not forgetting his original intention and nodded.

This was the fundamental purpose of his participation in the hunt. The reward, which seemed to be unrestricted, had many restrictions of its own.

For example, if he wanted to be the Demon King, he would probably be killed the next moment after taking office.

On the contrary, the smaller the requirement, the more it can be protected by the rules.

However, the devil did not immediately agree to this wish.

He watched the movie "The Young Master" not long ago. It was not cultural dissemination but spiritual pollution, which to a certain extent was no different from the plague.

Luke stood there silently. Whether the Demon King was willing or not, he would have to agree in the end.

About half a minute later, the Demon King shocked the onlookers who were talking in surprise and said in a cold voice: "With the starry sky and the rules as witnesses, I will promise the winner the freedom to spread his works."

Having achieved his goal, Luke fluttered his wings slightly and saluted for the first time since entering the palace.

He is not doing this for the devil.

Slightly turning his body, Lujia faced the surrounding live surveillance broadcasts and performed a standard aristocratic etiquette to the countless demon people who were witnessing it.

“Thanks for the support.”

He was still in the shadow of the tall statue of the Demon Ancestor, with red lips and black eyes. His newly born wings were very shining, and he exuded a smile that could win over the hearts of demons.

The author has something to say:

Excerpt from Luke's diary:

So what did I feel when I saw the statue for the first time?

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Sorted out the comments:

Luke's nickname: 9+ (because 6 is doubled), Milk Road (who came up with this)

Flower language: Be slow (special for dragons)

The orthodox American road flapped its wings and dropped a hundred small red envelopes randomly~ I will finish writing the sequel in one chapter tomorrow, and then change the map. A new storm has arrived, how can I stand still!