The darkness and distortion hidden beneath the surface of civilized society, the eerie whispers that only rise in the dead of night!
The day the sea fog rolled in, the world turned into a lon...
A day ago, just after Eros killed Odysseus, in an underground palace located on a hidden island, a streak of bright red blood began to seep out from the throne just above the palace.
At first, it seeped out slowly, bit by bit, but as time went on, the amount of bleeding became heavier and heavier, until finally it gushed out like a floodgate opened.
The wantonly spilled blood dyed the entire palace scarlet, and in the scarlet, a figure slowly walked out of the blood.
If Eros were here, he would be able to recognize who this man is at a glance. It was Odysseus who had just died at his hands.
Odysseus stepped on the knee-deep blood on the ground and slowly walked to the throne and sat down.
He rubbed his brows and muttered to himself: "Avatar No. 1 is dead."
His voice was low and a little tired. It was obvious that the death of the clone code-named No. 1 had caused him considerable injuries.
Odysseus closed his eyes and flipped through the memory fragments transmitted by clone No. 1 before his death.
As he watched, his brows furrowed. His clone, whose strength had reached Sequence 3, was actually killed by a little brat who had just been promoted to Sequence 4. How was this possible?
He put away his original carelessness and began to review the memories in his mind frame by frame.
Soon, he discovered something unusual about the little brat.
The life force carried by the other party seems a bit exaggerated. No matter how badly his body is injured, he can recover almost instantly.
As a result, he, a Sequence 3 who was famous for his physical strength, was actually no match for the other Sequence 4 in terms of blood and flesh recovery.
This made Odysseus, who was flipping through his memories, feel unbelievable. What on earth was going on with that little kid's terrifying vitality?
Isn't this right?
My memory shows that he is clearly Sequence 4 of the Path of Death, and I have never heard that a warlock of the Path of Death can have such a strong vitality?
And judging from the perception data transmitted by his clone, the magnitude of this life force is almost comparable to the scarlet blood pool he had seen in the sect.
Where is the scarlet blood pool?
That was a pool of blood condensed from the flesh and blood of hundreds of millions of living beings. The vitality of those living beings was all concentrated in the pool. One pool of blood represented hundreds of millions of living beings.
But now, the little brat that his clone saw had a vitality that was comparable to that of the blood pool. How could he not be shocked?
But this was not what shocked him the most. What shocked him the most was the strength of that little brat.
Although he was a newly promoted Sequence 4, he had hundreds of skeleton servants at his command, not to mention that two of them were of the extraordinary rank.
How on earth did this guy do it?
And considering the strength of his spells, if the symptoms of the other party's recent promotion were not too obvious, he would never have believed that the other party was only Sequence 4.
How could someone who had just been promoted to Sequence 4 have such strong spiritual power in his body? He used so many spells to fight against his own clones, but his spiritual power did not get out of control?
If his clone had not seen it with his own eyes, Odysseus would never believe that a warlock who had just been promoted to Sequence 4 could have such abundant spiritual power.
And what was the weapon that the other party took out in the end?
Why is there no record of that weapon in the memory images transmitted by my clone?
All he knew was that the other party had taken out a weapon, and it was with the help of that weapon that he was able to successfully kill his clone.
But he had no idea what shape the weapon was, what function it had, or what grade it was.
He repeatedly flipped through his memories several times, but no matter how he flipped through the memories transmitted by his clone, there was no record of that weapon.
Odysseus frowned even deeper. Could it be a seal that tampered with cognition?
There are indeed some seals in this world that will tamper with the witnesses' cognition and make them unable to remember it.
"Interesting, this little brat looks like he has a lot of good stuff."
Odysseus muttered to himself, and the next second, a long table made purely of blood emerged from the blood on the ground.
Since there was no paper or anything like that at hand, Odysseus simply peeled off his own skin and spread it on the long table.
Right now, I'm seriously injured due to the death of clone No. 1, and I definitely can't go looking for that guy to take revenge on myself.
If the other party can kill his clone, it does not mean that he cannot kill his real body.
To be on the safe side, I'd better stay here and wait for my injuries to heal.
But he had to take revenge. The other party killed his daughter, cut off his chance of promotion, and also killed his loyal subordinates whom he had trained with great difficulty. It was such a blood feud that he would never feel at peace in his life if he did not take revenge.
Therefore, he chose to report the matter. With the specialness displayed by the other party, he believed that someone in the sect would definitely be tempted.
Although doing so would prevent him from obtaining the secret of the little brat, it was too dangerous to do it himself.
Besides, since I provided such useful information, the sect will definitely reward me generously.
This can more or less compensate for my loss this time. Who knows, my injuries may be healed immediately.
Thinking of this, he used his blood to form a pen and began to write messages on his own skin.
He exaggerated the matter because he was worried that the sect might not take it seriously enough.
After finishing the report, he folded his own skin and sent it to the sect in a special way.
Eros was unaware of the Bloody Emperor's plan. At that time, he was so tired that he was sleeping in his mother's arms.
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