Chapter 830 Gray and Red

 The circus arena was dyed gray,

Gluttony. Gratoni's condition was getting worse and worse. A large amount of blood was spilled on the ground. Not only was his abdomen full of blood holes, but his back and back of the head had also been punched through.

 He did not feel the loss of life, or did not care at all whether he lost life or whether he would die. He even forgot who he was and why he was standing here in the gray.

 But as Gratoni slowly raised his head, his eyes passed over his teammate in this battle, the Marquis of Enwe, but he didn't remember who it was at all.

His eyes moved up and finally fell on the emperor in the auditorium.

He suddenly smelled a trace of blood, and a little "noisy sound" sounded in his extremely silent ears.

　　It seemed like the sound of someone having a conversation, like a distant sound that was left deep in the memory.

“The Great Emperor, this is him... an abandoned baby of blood people who was born in a neutral city and was raised by a local slave owner. Later, because he ate too much, the slave owner simply abandoned him in the [Carrion Ruins] to fend for himself.

 As a result, not only did this kid not die, he also ate a lot of the carrion groups in the entire ruins. Now these rotten flesh, which is extremely dangerous to ordinary patients, see this kid as if they are seeing the **** of plague, and they all hide away.

A caravan passing by behind him discovered him, and planned to capture him alive and sell him at a high price, but in the end, the entire caravan was eaten.

The boy was discovered by our spies due to the strong smell of blood. After preliminary testing, it was found that the kid's blood plague concentration was much higher than that of his peers and he belonged to a special variant of the blood plague. His appetite could not be satisfied at all. "

 Depths of the carrion ruins,

The young Emperor Pride and his cronies were looking at a fat boy who was estimated to be only eight years old. He was currently lying on a mountain of rotten meat and eating crazily. He had red hair, a mouth full of blood, and a beastly nature emanating from his body. You don't need a blood test to know that you are a blood citizen of the manor.

The emperor took the initiative to step forward and stretched out his right hand, "What's your name?"

Unexpectedly, the fat boy turned around and bit the emperor's index finger off and swallowed it.

Seeing this scene, the confidant immediately drew his sword and prepared to execute the opponent on the spot, but the always grumpy emperor raised his hand to stop him.

"No one in the entire manor dares to eat my flesh or drink my blood... He is the first. It doesn't matter, let him try it. If he can survive, bring him to me. My flesh and blood is not easy to digest."

"yes."

The fat boy who ate the emperor's finger immediately began to react, with bleeding from all his orifices, blood vessels all over his body bulging out of his body, and rolling on the ground in pain, which was not the case even after eating the most poisonous carrion.

The emperor also knew very well that even the blood people of Kaiyuan could not bear his blood, let alone a boy of several years old.

There is a high probability that he will not survive. Even if he can survive, this state will have to last for at least three days, and he will probably become a disabled person by then.

However, before the emperor turned around and prepared to leave, the restlessness behind him had disappeared, and the smell of blood on his finger no longer existed before he had even taken ten steps.

Turning his head to look in surprise, the fat boy actually got up as if nothing had happened and looked at the emperor with fear, then crawled on all fours like a primitive beast and fled quickly.

The emperor watched all this silently and couldn't help but sigh, "The manor spends so much manpower and material resources every year but fails to cultivate many decent talents. However, such a blood citizen who was born outside the manor was abandoned and grew up in the worst environment. To have such a talent.

 After I return, I will discuss the cultivation reform with Mr. Blood..."

The confidant looked at the fat kid who had disappeared and asked anxiously: "Emperor, do you want to chase him?"

"No need to chase him, let him continue to live here, and then lure him back to the manor when he comes of age. Let's see how far he can reach by then, and whether he can replace the contemporary 'Seven Marquis'."

 The "adult age" of blood people is thirty years old.

　　The fat boy brought back to the manor decades later has grown up. Due to his constant consumption of carrion and his unique digestive ability, his body is several times larger than that of ordinary blood people.

 Without any training and without even being able to speak clearly, he directly participated in the "Blood Death Fight" held inside the manor.

Who knows, there is no rival,

The young man directly obtained the status of earl and the qualification to compete for the "Seventh Marquis" with the result of winning every battle. After just twenty years, the young man took the initiative to challenge Gratoni, the king of blood maggots at that time.

　　In front of all the blood people, the huge former Gluttony, who was in charge of the Ten Thousand Maggot Blood Cave, was eaten alive. Not even a trace of dregs was left, which shocked everyone.

 The emperor obtained the consent of the Blood Lord in advance, and he was asked to "give a name" to the young man.

"Gratoni, this is your name from now on! It is also your title. You and I will be the right-hand men of the Blood Lord, and as a member of the "Seven Marquises", we will lead the blood people to the **** future!

 You may not understand the meaning of this yet, I will teach you slowly.

 You should still remember me, right? "

Gratoni did not respond, but spit out a finger from his mouth. It was the same finger he had swallowed decades ago, and returned it to the emperor intact.

"Huh? You didn't eat?" Gratoni, who was not very fluent in speech, responded in very simple terms: "I... didn't... absorb it at the time and put it in my stomach. If... I can eat it... I can eat it too. I lost you..."

Hearing this, the emperor laughed loudly, "Keep it! When you can absorb it, try it and see if you can swallow me completely."

"oh…"

Young Gratoni retracted his fingers and swallowed them into the space inside his body to store them.

 …

 Inside the circus.

When Gratoni's gray vision captured the Great Emperor, the echoes of the past resounded in his silent brain and could not be dispersed. The finger stored deep in his abdomen also trembled.

He had already forgotten about this matter. After his thinking matured, he did not dare to show any disrespect to the emperor at all. The finger was stored in the deepest place and completely forgotten.

nowadays,

 The finger was taken out and thrown into Gratoni's strongest digestive stomach!

Zzizizi! Blood blisters began to ooze from the fingers that had been unable to digest in the past, and soon the entire stomach pool was dyed red, and a new blood unaffected by gray instantly spread throughout Gratoni's body.

In reality, a huge pillar of blood suddenly rose and washed directly on the top of the circus. Blood rain fell, turning the originally dark circus venue red.

Gratoni covers the whole body, and the enamel used to improve defense is washed away by this heavy rain.

The mouths all over the body also disappeared in the rain of blood,

The multiple wounds penetrated by Zed’s fists also healed.

Back to Basics,

Gratoni returned to a human-like appearance, with long bright red hair hanging down on his shoulders, his facial features regrowing, and only extra mouths on his left and right palms.

The blood-red eyes looked directly at the corpses crawling in the field, not soaked in the rain of blood, but still gray and lifeless.

 “Zed…”

 Corpses and blood,

 Humans and blood people,

 Obviously such disharmonious opposing elements,

Gratoni, who was almost killed, bowed deeply in the direction of Zed. It was even a standard action for a gentleman.

He has never seen an opponent like this. Not only can he gain fighting skills from the opponent, but he can also achieve breakthroughs in the battle and even retrieve the hidden memories of the past.

He knew very well that Zed had a chance to kill him just now. Those fists that penetrated the body could be more accurate and deadly, but the other party deliberately left his hand behind.

　　It seems that Zed also knows very well that Gratoni has not yet shown his full strength and does not want to decide the winner just like that.

"Come on, Mr. Zed... Now is my strongest stance, Gratoni, come on! Defeat me, or be eaten by me."

 The soles of their feet move at the same time,

 The next second, the blood-soaked fist collided with the gray fist, and a huge sound wave exploded in the field, and the smiling audience was even shaken to the point where their eardrums were shattered.

The figures are intertwined, and every time they hit the ground, a huge crater will be formed, which will soon be filled with corpses.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

 No one gives in,

Each blow is done with all your strength,

Every punch is intended to kill the opponent,

 The collision continues until one of the parties shows a flaw... Whoosh! The blood rain stopped, and the two warring parties landed in opposite positions on the sidelines.

Gratoni landed firmly, with a complete gray arm in his mouth.

Zed, who had lost his arm, fell to the other side, kneeling on one knee. A large amount of blood was dripping down his other arm.

 However, blood does not exist in corpses.

Zzizizi!

Gratoni's chest was penetrated with a blood hole that reached straight to his soul. It was like an ordinary person cutting off a major artery, blood spurting out crazily, and finally his eyes dimmed and he fell to the ground.

 Gluttony. Gratoni, defeated…

 (End of this chapter)