On the second floor of the Forbidden City on Brinluo Island, Joan Arenicas is conducting a brutal experiment on Aberdare. Since he had found a way to tear the divinity from the soul, his two eyes were always shining, and his spirit seemed extremely excited. In contrast, the Son of Baal would be much miserable. Not only was his whole body scarred, but because his soul was repeatedly pulled, he had already entered a half-dead state.

Suddenly, a portal opened in the air, and a woman wrapped in a black cloak walked out. As soon as she appeared, she yelled hurriedly: "It's terrible! Mistress... Mistress was killed by a young mage!"

"What the **** is going on, Veran. Calm down and say slowly, how did my depraved sister died." Joan Ericus frowned and asked. Although he doesn't care much about Badi's life and death, if a strong helper is suddenly missing, the follow-up plan will be slightly difficult to proceed.

The woman named Weilan took off her hood, revealing her pale skin and slightly red eyes. She turned out to be a descendant of a young vampire. She lowered her head fearfully and said with a trembling voice: "The hostess ambushed an adventure team that went deep into the catacombs a few hours ago, but one of them was a wizard named Henry who seemed very special. He used something that I had never seen before. The power of the past has not only sucked the hostess into a corpse, but other vampires have also been basically crushed into flesh."

"A power that has never been seen before?" Joan Arenikas whispered, and immediately began to use prophecy magic to obtain more information through divination. He is very clear that Badi's combat effectiveness is not bad, especially the strong survivability brought by the vampire physique. Unless the opponent casts a legendary spell, it is a serious injury to many.

Aberdall, who was in the cage, heard Henry's name, his eyes lightened slightly, and then dimmed again. He has been tortured going crazy now, if it hadn't been for Jasila's insistence on healing with divine art, I'm afraid his body would have collapsed. After all, even the divine nature has its limits, and this day and night experiment has long surpassed its maximum endurance.

His heart is now full of hatred and desire to kill. I believe that as long as there is a chance, he will definitely tear the tormenting mage in front of him to pieces. It is this negative emotion that has been stimulating and strengthening the divinity. As long as this state is maintained, it will not take a month to become a powerful demigod.

However, Joan Erinikas obviously would not sit back and watch the test item out of control, so he would forcibly extract a part of it and store it every once in a while, preparing to slowly absorb it after he gains the divinity. I have to say that the equipment left by the masked mages helped a lot, otherwise his progress would not be so fast.

As time goes by little by little, the number of fortune-telling is also increasing. After half an hour. Joan Erinikas stopped casting the spell with a sullen expression. He was disturbed by a strong illusion, and the images he saw were completely different every time he divination. You must know that this is the prophetic magic cast by the legendary mage, unless the interfering person has more than double the cast level, otherwise he will get some useful information.

The question is whether there are more than sixty level spell casters on the primary material plane? Even idiots know that there is definitely no, so that only the gods, demon lord and devil duke have this ability. He now finally understands why his sister was killed, and the other side's backing is definitely not small. Considering that the revenge plan will not take long to be implemented. It is best not to get into other troubles at this time.

Joan Erinikas does not intend to take revenge. In his eyes, Badi is just a chess piece, a pet, an object of venting (desire), a powerful thug, and nothing more. If it weren't for the serious lack of helpers, I'm afraid he wouldn't even bother about this matter.

After thinking about it for a few minutes, he drew a test tube from the table and handed it to Weilan, which contained the blood of the son of Baal full of divinity. "Here, drink it now."

"Yes, the hostess is gone. You are my new master." The young vampire knelt on the ground and took the test tube with both hands and poured it down. She hadn't considered the consequences of doing this at all, and she didn't even have a sense of resistance.

In the first few seconds, Weilan only felt an unprecedented energy rushing through his body with the blood. But it didn't take long for this power to seem to have lost control and began to rush in the body, and the blood vessels were swollen and swollen. She finally couldn't help letting out a miserable cry, her face looked terrifying, and her eyes were full of scarlet blood.

"Use your will to resist! To control! Don't give up, otherwise you will be burst by this powerful energy in the next second." Joan Erinikas reminded him expressionlessly. With his character, he doesn't care about the life and death of a new vampire at all. It’s best if you can survive, and you can get some experimental data if you can’t.

Aberdare looked at everything in front of him with hatred. These days he has seen this kind of experiment many times, and the results are all fried to meat residue without exception. Although vampires have strong resilience, it is difficult to say whether they can withstand the baptism of divine nature.

Joan Erinikas pointed to Vilan, who was struggling desperately on the ground, and said to the Son of Barr: "If you see it, this is the power bred in your blood and soul. How wonderful! How powerful! But you can't be very It is a shameful waste to make good use of."

Aberdare sneered and replied: "I would rather it be wasted like this than be taken away by scum like you."

"I'm afraid I can't help you in this matter. The experiment has entered the final stage. The whole ceremony can be perfected in at most two months. I will finally seize your destiny and embark on the path of becoming a god." Joan Erinikas no longer paid attention to the Son of Barr, and concentrated on observing Vilan's condition.

The body of this young vampire descendant has swelled up, looking like a huge ball of meat being blown up. Many blood vessels burst because they exceeded their maximum capacity, and blood was splashed everywhere. Her consciousness had begun to be less awake, but she still insisted on not fainting.

It has to be said that it is not easy to be able to survive to this level, whether it is will or endurance can be called one in a million. Normally, as long as the internal bleeding reaches a certain level, it will immediately fall into a protective coma. Unless the consciousness of survival is particularly strong, it is possible to stay awake and seek help in this situation.

It turns out that fate prefers those who are a bit silly, but very persistent. Ten minutes later, Weilan's body began to shrink rapidly, and almost returned to normal in the blink of an eye. A blood-red light enveloped the surroundings, quickly repairing all the injured internal organs, blood vessels and skin.

She used her will to conquer the divinity of killing and transform it into a part of herself. This was something that even the legendary mage could not do, but now it was done by a humble descendant of young vampires who didn't even know how to live without their master. The other two people in the room could clearly feel the divinity flowing in the blood vessels and soul. Its attributes are no longer killing, but blood and death.

Joan Erinikas looked at the newly born Vilan with a complicated expression. After a few minutes of silence, he opened his mouth and said: "From today on, you will be Bardi. All the previous names have been abandoned. Now returning to Ascatla to continue to make descendants to attack the shadow thieves, we must not let them be idle. As for that. Master, don't provoke it yet."

"Yes, Master. I'll do it now." Weilan bowed deeply, opened the portal and disappeared in place.

Although her thoughts and combat experience are still a bit immature, she is already a veritable queen of vampires. Once the divinity and vampire abilities are perfectly combined, she will surpass the dead Bardi to become a terrible vampire demigod.

Aberdare suddenly laughed and mocked without warning: "Hahahahahahaha! You are scared! You are scared! I thought there would never be an expression of fear on your face. It's so ridiculous. , The powerful legendary mage Joan Erinikas was surpassed by a new-born vampire! Hahahahaha!"

"Shut up! Shut up for me immediately! Otherwise your partner will die immediately. Remember, don't provoke my patience, it's never good."

Seeing the other's angry look, Aberdare suddenly felt a lot more comfortable. However, he was wise and did not give further stimulation, otherwise Minsk and Jasila are likely to become the victims of a quick success. This price is obviously too high, especially during the recent period, he can feel that the relationship between himself and Jasila is a little different. It is no longer pure friendship and family affection, and there is a vague special affection between each other.

"Since your spirit is so good and you still have the strength to play tricks, let's continue our experiment." Joan Ericas began to chant a spell, and a minute later the screams of the Son of Baal resounded again on the second floor. This time the behavior was extraordinarily rude, and at first glance it was revenge for the irony just now.

Obviously ~lightnovelpub.net~ he is really worried about Vilan's potential. It is important to know that once a smart creature gains a magical action, its overall strength will increase very quickly. Especially vampires, as long as they desperately **** the blood of powerful beings or advanced professionals, they will have terrifying combat effectiveness in a very short time.

Although everything seems to be under control at the moment, in fact, once Vilan awakens his independent will, then it is very likely that he will betray immediately. Divine creatures cannot be slaves for a long time. Almost every knowledgeable person knows this very well.

Joan Erinikas knew that the remaining time was running out and must race against time to fill the broken soul before this happened. Only after you become a god, can you have the power to continue to control this chess piece. When he thought of this, his mood became a little urgent, and he didn't care about Aberdare's life or death.

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