"The President of Nielbarian said that excessive intake can cause problems."

"Ha. What if there are problems? This kind of world is not good if we don't have fun in time. Who knows if we will die on the battlefield in the next war."

Lost opened the cork with his mouth and took a few mouthfuls, showing a satisfied expression.

He clenched his five fingers and activated it with a simple reshaping technique. Behind the trees, he formed the shape of a chair. After sitting down, Lost sighed.

"Remember not long ago, there were only wars and battles in our lives. Now we can not only lie here leisurely, but also enjoy such wonderful things, and power is flowing in our blood. That person. The young lady president of parliament, indeed made a good decision."

He took another sip and lifted the wooden bottle high.

"Praise the Lord of Disaster!"

"You drink too much... well, although I am not qualified to teach you a lesson."

Senman glanced at the "re-dilute the blood" that he didn't have much left.

"Make up for trauma, increase strength, and bring happiness. Although the name "stained blood" does not sound good, it is indeed a rare treasure. It is said that the upper-class nobles have turned into a nightmare-like appearance because of the large amount of ingestion? "

The specific case is that the deputy commander of the former "President of Parliament" Xinke Nielbarian, he is about to lose his human form and become some kind of indeterminate, multi-purpose creature.

Hearing that, Lost waved his hand indifferently: "What kind of thing is okay? Isn't it something to be happy to be able to become the powerful appearance of the adults of the nightmare kind?"

Senman thought about it for a moment, and he was convinced.

"That makes sense. Damn aristocrat, I really want to be aristocrat..."

"President Nielbarian left this time for the next war of Lord of Disaster, and our old rival goblin. As long as we can serve in the war, kill more skunks for Lord of Disaster, sooner or later. Will also become a nobleman."

Lost chuckled.

"When the time comes, "Stained Blood" can't be finished even if it is drunk. "

It's not just him who thinks that way.

Most of the soldiers who joined the army had such thoughts in the forest under the current rule of the **** of disaster.

In the past, entertainment was poor, and only fighting and status were available for delusion. Now with these "stained blood," the soldiers' spiritual sustenance has obviously shifted dramatically.

"I hope we can survive the next war..." Senman sighed and touched the dry blond hair.

"By the way, Lost, have you dreamed recently?"

"What dream?"

"I don't know how to describe it." Senman frowned: "It's a long, ancient dream, a bottomless ocean, a bottomless curse, a city buried in the abyss of the ocean..."

Senman couldn't describe that feeling.

It's like falling continuously, falling to a place that cannot be predicted or described.

This feeling intensified as he absorbed the amount of "stained blood".

"I thought you were going to say something. "Dreamland" is contained in the spirit of Lord of Disaster, and "Stained Blood" was bestowed by Lord Lord of Disaster to Nielbarian Councillor. "

Lost shook the wooden bottle and his eyes began to wander.

"Probably... for this reason, I also listened to other soldiers discussing..."

"Put yourself a sober technique! I don't want to be the only one to do the whole day's work!"

Senman said irritably, and kicked his companion.

But the latter has closed his eyes.

Lethargy-this is also one of the sequelae of ingestion of "stained blood", and it is also the most serious one.

Mori species of the longevity species rarely need sleep, which indirectly reduces the work efficiency of the Mori species and makes their manpower shortage greatly.

"Asshole thing, you still don't have the little ghost and spirit seed in the temple to save trouble!"

Senman hurriedly covered his mouth when he spoke impolitely.

Fortunately, there were only two of them in this small border area, and no other Mori species heard this disrespectful remark.

The gods in the temple-"the **** of suspicion" Fanlou.

Sunman also heard it occasionally mentioned by his superiors. The only sure ally of "God of Disaster" Rope, the protector and dominator of the orcs, has the terrifying power to create everything at will.

If my disrespect is heard by the gods and spirits, it would be terrible...

"However, it is unlikely that you will notice it, a low-level soldier like me..."

Comforting himself, Senman looked at the deserted ground in the distance and took up the wooden bottle in his hand.

The smoke of the corpse was surging in the clouds, as if it was about to "snow", blurring the horizon a bit, and even countless snowflake-like dots appeared.

Hurry up, this desperate world.

As long as the **** of disaster wins...

Senman's thinking stagnated at this moment, the wooden bottle in his hand fell to the ground, blood spilled out, and his eyes were instantly replaced by surgical rainbows.

That is a technique that can increase eyesight and see through the fog.

"Jikai kind..."

It wasn't a little bit of a corpse, it was a piece of robotic human form that surpassed Senman's imagination.

Ingesting elves as a driving force will only passively fight, and is classified as a terrible group of "untouchable races". Sunman used to serve on the Caoqiong ship, so it was fortunate to have seen a team of planes.

The direction of this flight... is the capital?

Why would JKZ...

"Hey hey. Get up quickly, something big has happened!"

Sunman kicked his companion violently, and at the same time crushed the ring of the alarm technique.0

"Well...what's going on..." Lost rubbed his eyes: "I'm still listening to the ticking of water drops, it's a very intoxicating sound..."

"Jikai! It's the kaikai! I'm here to start the city defense technique, you immediately notify the commander of the Wangye Fleet! The posture of these iron blocks is not like the usual "passing"! "

Senman roared loudly, and with the help of his body strengthened by "stained blood," he jumped up to the trunk of the towering tree.

Lost was sober in an instant, and he saw the densely packed army like thunderclouds.

"Suddenly attack... It's a good time, but it happened when the Neilbarian Councillor and the adults of the Nightmare Species were away."