Devil’s Advent

"Praise the ancestors."

"Accept your compliment."

As far as the old man is concerned, the ancestor he praises does not refer to a definite ancestor, but a kind of dignity expected by the blood race.

A Ming's acceptance does not mean that he is his ancestor, but an affirmation of the dignity of his bloodline.

lineage,

In fact, it does not refer to the inheritance of the family line, but a level of status. What it embellishes is actually the implicit presentation of strength.

In fact, the meanings covered here are, in a broad sense, interlinked.

Taking Ren as an example, Tian Tian inherited Tian Wujing's bloodline, he is a soul boy;

But from the perspective of genetics, it does not mean that Tiantian is noble because he inherited the blood of the "Tian family", it is purely because his father, relying on his terrifying talent, raised the upper limit very high, so Tiantian After inheriting Lao Tian's genes, his own originality was also raised.

This has nothing to do with education or the environment, it is purely the bonus of my own father;

And this is the true blood inheritance, which has nothing to do with culture, belief, or even the power of ethnic groups.

This also applies to the monster clan, dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, if you don't extend this concept, in essence, you are actually talking about the example of Tiantian.

Also taking people as an example, although the Ji family is excellent, Zheng Houye, who was born in the head of Guizhou, can still rise, although outsiders don't know that Zheng Houye is a coward;

However, the rise of Zheng Houye is not unacceptable, because examples of grassroots rise will never be missing in every era. They can break the fetters of culture and blood as the shackles of the clan, and grasp their own right to speak ;

But specifically speaking, this has actually been separated from the category of bloodline itself.

Princes and generals have a kindness, and it is a kind of breakdown and roar about it.

Implemented in a specific example,

Among the seven demon kings, in terms of setting, one is a true ancestor, and that is Liang Cheng.

In Liang Cheng's setting, he himself was one of the four ancestors of the zombies, the first batch to appear, and even the first batch.

This is a serious lineage crush, and it is impeccable in terms of time and status.

That is to say, when others take out records to brag about the glory of their ancestors, Liang Cheng can nod his head and say, "Your ancestors once raised horses for me."

In fact, people like A Ming are not the first blood clan to eat crabs in the traditional sense. In A Ming's setting, he obtained the most common blood blood at the beginning, and then relied on his own efforts and a lot of blood. Chance, slowly improved and evolved his own bloodline, and finally reached the peak of the blood clan step by step, and even, at the peak, he himself had the ancestor-level vampire bloodline.

At the level of blood, he can see all the small mountains at a glance, but he belongs to the winner of acquired mountain climbing, not since ancient times.

but,

In this environment,

A Ming can indeed continue, and it is not an exaggeration.

above,

The old man was not angry because of Ah Ming's "arrogance";

Because they were of the same race, the old man could clearly perceive the...exquisiteness of each other.

the refinement of life,

aristocratic sophistication,

The refinement of the lineage,

This means that the other party is healthy and alive, and for the blood race, it means an absolute... threat.

Because the relationship of the first embrace can be bestowed, it is actually very easy for the blood race to find their own followers, and even spread their own legends;

But this kind of cultural output and influence is worthless in front of another family.

When A Ming's hand just touched the pull ring on it, the ancestor woke up. He had never fallen into an absolute deep sleep, and the arrival of A Ming brought his soul throbbing, so that he could not sleep at all. May continue to sleep peacefully.

"Where are you from?"

A Ming looked at the old man.

The face of the old man is actually a bit strange.

When people get older, they will degenerate, not only the body will shrink with the trend, the stature will become shorter, but also the face will gradually shrink away the edges and corners, and it will no longer be as bright as when it was young.

For example, the old man in front of him had lost all his hair long ago, and his whole face showed a sickly sallow color.

But you can still see in the details,

He doesn't seem to be oriental.

And if it's from the West, it's interesting, very interesting.

This means that the west of this world retains a relatively complete and clear blood culture and... inheritance.

This can make Ah Ming more tempted than the fine wine in Jiangnan of Qianguo.

If this matter can be confirmed, then the blind man's ambition is to rebel and create a dynasty where he stands behind the scenes and Zheng Fan stands in front;

And A Ming will be the first one to call out "West Expedition, Western Expedition, Western Expedition!" after the establishment of this dynasty.

The old man opened his mouth,

road:

"I come from the depths of the soul of my ancestors!"

This is a politically correct discourse for vampires.

But for A Ming, this is not the answer he wants.

Unfortunately,

this exchange,

There is no way to go on in a luxurious manner, mainly because the external environment does not allow it.

Especially when there was another roar from above. Obviously, the battle above has reached a fever pitch.

And no matter what was going on above, its essence should still be for the old man below.

A Ming said: "Follow me, I will let you witness the true glory of the ancestors."

The old man laughed,

road:

"I thought so too."

The talk fell apart.

Back then, when a barbarian priest produced two living corpses, Liang Cheng could rely on the roar from the depths of his soul to control them in reverse.

It's like when ordinary people see the precious species of the heavenly family, they can't help but feel awe and worship;

As for the big bosses in the court, they will be like this on the surface, but in fact, they are aware of the absurdity of the emperor and princes, and they know their desires. Kneeling and worshiping are etiquette, but in their hearts, they can even think that I can replace them.

The old man could feel the unusualness of A Ming, a fellow clan, but he was not overly surprised, nor did he kneel down and directly swear allegiance, because this fellow clan's aura was not considered strong.

"Buzz!"

The old man moved, he opened his fangs and rushed down.

A Ming stepped back and dodged for a while.

But the old man was as nimble as a long snake, his body stuck to the ground, and he turned around and rushed towards him again.

A Ming stretched his arms apart, between his ten fingers, nails grew out.

The old man opened his mouth and let out a roar from his throat.

Ah Ming closed his eyes, directly ignoring the other party's mental interference.

"boom!"

The two sides collided together.

The old man ignored the harm, but wanted to bite Ah Ming's neck with his fangs;

A Ming, on the other hand, counterattacked and blocked with punches, arms, feet, etc. The main purpose was to avoid the opponent's fangs attacking his vitals.

They are of the same type, so there is no secret in the way of fighting.

So,

This confrontation, from the very beginning, seemed very ugly.

It's not like a duel between nobles, it's more like a fight between two drunks.

"Plop!"

A Ming and the old man fell to the ground at the same time.

at this time,

A burst of obscure syllables came from the old man's throat.

Immediately afterwards,

A streak of bloody light flashed from the old man's body, like shadows hitting Ah Ming's body.

This is blood magic!

A Ming's body was restrained, and the blood in his body fell into a kind of stagnation, which caused his body to become stiff.

The old man was finally able to climb onto Ah Ming's body and enjoy his feast.

But Ah Ming's body moved again at this time, although it seemed a little stiff, it was probably like a puppet's movement, with the joints as the axis, and lost its softness.

But at such a short distance, it is enough to do a lot of things.

first,

It was Ah Ming's knees that turned sideways, and his calf twitched against the old man's lower abdomen. Immediately, Ah Ming's arms turned upwards, and ten nails naturally pierced into the old man's neck.

too familiar, too familiar;

Perhaps for outsiders, the obscure and difficult incantations are so familiar to A Ming's ears that they are simply: Fine, thank you, and you?

Therefore, Ah Ming self-frozen the blood in the joints in advance, so that he could retain his very mechanized body operation when he was able to withstand the opponent's blood magic... the blood ban.

He succeeded,

The old man's combat experience, to be precise, his combat experience with his own race, should be extremely scarce, which made him suddenly overturned when he had the upper hand.

Ah Ming's ten fingers were pinched around the old man's neck, like a pig's brain on a string of incense sticks, strung together with ten bamboo sticks in a frenzy.

But the old man's reaction was very fast, and the blood in his eyes began to churn rapidly, which was another spell.

in an instant,

The blood in the old man's body began to drip, flowing down Ah Ming's nails and fingers, like sulfuric acid, and began to erode Ah Ming's nails and body.

At the same time, the flesh and tissue on the old man's neck began to regenerate crazily, not only to supplement the wound, but also to expand the body. The flesh, tendons, veins and bones began to build for him along A Ming's nails. The shelf began to grow towards A Ming's body. Once the two sides really touched each other, the result would probably be fusion.

This is a very disgusting kind of blood magic, using oneself as a trash can container, trying to wrap and eat each other forcibly.

Even if the party being attacked is also a blood race, this kind of forced inclusion is destined to be malnourished.

There was a hint of doubt in Ah Ming's eyes.

The other party's lineage level is not low, but not as high as his own, but the other party's accumulation is richer than his own.

To make a metaphor,

I am an exquisite white jade cup, but it is very small;

The other party is a glass, not worth as much as I am, but it has a large capacity.

But the problem is,

If you can use magic like this, and your savings are so rich, why hide here and let those above you cover for yourself?

If you are really healthy and have no regrets, why not be free?

That big vat is like a trough for raising pigs. In fact, he is more like a raised pig. This is not a living state that the blood race can accept. If it is not for the unavoidable, this kind of life, they would rather choose to die. go as a relief.

The erosive force and the expansion force began to attack A Ming together.

The nails began to melt, and the flesh began to crack. This is not a high-end blood magic, but it is easy to use and very straightforward in critical moments.

At this time, if you stand on the sidelines and watch,

You can see such a situation:

The old man's body seems to be crazily interpreting the true meaning of lymphatic hyperplasia and osteoporosis,

A Ming, on the other hand, is like a pig soaked in hot blood magma being roasted.

Not just nails and arms anymore,

The skin and flesh of A Ming's entire chest had been scalded and cracked, and the air was filled with the smell of boiling bacon.

It's a pity that Fan Li was fighting on top, otherwise, seeing such a situation, that idiot might have sprinkled some cumin, star anise and cinnamon before saving people, to see if he could make a lo mei.

A Ming didn't panic, scream, or shout, he was mobilizing the blood in his body to resist in a way of fighting against consumption.

Even with this kind of resistance, he is at a disadvantage, and if nothing happens, he will fall into the abyss step by step.

but,

Ah Ming didn't think he would lose;

Si Niang and Zheng Fan once analyzed the characteristics of the demon kings. Leaving aside the shackles of being restricted by the master's own strength and not being able to exert their peak strength, in fact, what is really powerful about the demon kings is their state of mind.

The state of mind here includes experience.

Ah Ming's idea is very simple and clear, so I will delay, and I believe that there must be something wrong with you, an old gangster!

When the flesh began to roll from A Ming's neck, and it was at a critical moment,

The old man suddenly opened his mouth wide,

He began to inhale frantically in an asthmatic way, but it seemed as if he couldn’t take it in. His body also began to convulse, his skin and flesh that almost overlapped with A Ming’s chest began to withdraw rapidly, and the temperature of his blood also rapidly the cooling;

The magic cast on Ming's body was also released.

Ah Ming regained his freedom,

immediately,

Ah Ming sat up, his injury was very serious, because it was not only a skin trauma, but also faced with blood contamination.

This is more troublesome to A Ming than the accident in the workshop that caused his skin to be covered with dust and other sundries.

Because if the foreign blood is not eliminated and cleaned up, if the blood pollution is really achieved, it will affect the purity of one's own bloodline, and eventually lead to the downgrade of one's own bloodline.

That is to say, in the future, even if the lord eats the Dabu Pill and his realm will skyrocket, and he will go to the third rank, or even go to the second rank, and the other demon kings will happily return to the peak after successfully licking it, and he, A Ming, will be forever because of this pollution. It is impossible to return to the state of the original heyday.

Because this is not a vampire taking the initiative to suck blood, A Ming was forced to fuse with all defenses broken.

The difference is that you take a bag of blood plasma to drink and blood transfusion, is it the same concept?

But Ah Ming doesn't pay much attention to these things now.

He sits on the ground,

Ignoring the extensive burns on my own skin,

look,

But it landed on the old man who curled up on the ground and took a deep breath.

"You're not a pure vampire, you're a First Embrace."

"Your master may have died. No, it's not just death. Your master should have suffered a strong curse before death. Even this curse was shared with you."

"No wonder you can hide, no wonder you can hide, there has been a problem with your own inner core."

"You are simply unable to solve the problem of your own core. No matter how much blood you absorb, it can only make you look strong, but in fact, it is not worth mentioning."

The old man stared at A Ming who was sitting in front of him and was analyzing him step by step with a kind of resentful gaze, A Ming, he was right.

But this is the fact that the old man is most unwilling to face.

He is a bereaved dog. His master was nailed to the cross, and before he was executed by fire, he also received the "blessing of light".

It is an honor that he, as a "slave of the blood clan", has been shared in the blessings.

But this blessing made his life worse than death.

He didn't dare to stay in the west anymore, because he was facing the pursuit of the Templar Knights, so he could only take his followers and flee from the west to the east.

During this period, the retinue changed several batches.

But he still came here in the end. He came here with a secret, which was a secret that his master had told him before he was taken away.

But what makes him desperate is that there are indeed no Templars in the East, and the forces in the West can't even survive the barbarians in the desert, because deep down in their hearts, they have an almost instinctive fear of the desert, which originated a hundred years ago , a terrifying expedition to the west by the barbarian court.

Moreover, Westerners also know that in the east, there is an empire called "Yan". They are above the barbarians and have suppressed the barbarians for many years.

And in the past few decades, after a series of exchanges between Western business groups and missions, after going through the desert, the first thing they came into contact with was the terror and power of the Zhenbeihou Mansion.

However, here in the east, there were also people who noticed him and chased him down.

even,

Not the same race in front of me.

The old man curled up on the ground, weak and helpless;

However, he finally stopped having asthma, and just stared at A Ming:

"You can't run away...hehehe...you can't run away...the one who wanted to catch me...now...there are two..."

At this time,

The ring is pulled up again,

A swordsman with a wound on his body,

Dragging a long knife,

Walked down slowly.

His eyes first fell on the old man, and then on A Ming. When he saw that the skin on A Ming was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, the corner of the swordsman's mouth showed a hint of surprise and satisfaction. smile.

A Ming thinks,

now that,

he came down

That Fan Li...

Probably seeing that he really couldn't beat him, so he ran away.

The swordsman is here,

The real hunter is here.

The old man laughed hysterically:

"Both of us... are prey... now... both are prey..."

A Ming shook his head,

He ignored the swordsman's approaching pace,

but get up,

Pick up the old man and let him crawl on his back.

Seeing this action, the swordsman froze for a moment.

Even the old man himself was stunned for a moment, because he knew the power of the swordsman, and he knew even more that the fellow who was behind his back did not intend to take him to break through and escape.

A Ming's calm voice came:

"Or, become prey together;"

paused,

next sentence:

"Or, lend me your blood;

I'll bring you,

hunt. "