Entering The Supernatural Game, I Have Countless Bodies

The villagers carefully led the way ahead, and Goliste did not bother to communicate with these ordinary humans who were difficult to communicate.

They took Goliste to a humble village.

A blood servant came over and scolded: "You damn guys, don't you go to farm and come back to do something, do you want to die?" With

a whip in his hand, he swung a peasant to the ground with a forceful swing, and his humble clothes were cracked, and his skin cracked, revealing bright red flesh and blood.

After receiving such a heavy blow, the peasant had no intention of resisting, and knelt down with the other peasants and begged for mercy.

"Lord Messenger, we only came back after discovering a son of the wandering blood moon, not giving up our work. "

Son of the Blood Moon. This

blood servant shifted his gaze to Goliste, not feeling the breath of the Great Blood Clan at all.

"You fools, what kind of son of the blood moon is this guy, I really want to pull your eyes off." The

Blood Servant cursed and approached Golist.

"You guy hasn't even been printed with a blood spider mark?" his

gaze lingered on Golist's delicate little face for a moment, and some evil thoughts arose in the blood servant's heart.

"Slaves are going to be stamped with the blood spider seal, so Lord Ben will help you..." The blood

servant stretched out his hand to bring Goliste into the room, but suddenly felt a heavy pressure, and his body involuntarily crawled on the ground, which was suppressed from the life level.

"A blood servant, who gave you the courage to talk to me like this?

Goliste put her foot on the head of this blood servant.

"My lord... Spare your life..." The

blood servant's head was overwhelmed by the pressure and exploded.

Goriste wiped the blood on the soles of her shoes on his clothes with a look of disgust.

The surrounding peasants were crushed to the ground by Golist's dragon power, trembling all over.

This village is full of ordinary people who have been printed with the so-called blood spider seal, and the death of this blood servant in charge of the guardian should attract the blood clan behind him.

The soul of the blood servant was sucked into the blood coffin, and Golister looked through his memory and found that this guy didn't know much, originally he was just a slave, but luckily he was taken as a blood servant by the real blood clan, and immediately forgot the past and began to bully the villagers.

The people in this village have been responsible for farming for generations, and they have been ruled by the blood clan for a long time, and to understand the situation of this world, you still have to find a real blood clan.

Taking back Longwei, those villagers were still lying on the ground, chanting words such as "It's over, the messenger of the Blood Moon is dead, and it will definitely attract the sanctions of the Blood Moon".

Not bothering to pay attention to these fools, Goliste found a roof and sat down, waiting for the blood clan behind the blood servant to come over.

A poorly dressed boy climbed onto the roof.

Closing her eyes, Curiste opened her eyes to look at him.

"My lord, please give me the power to kill those sons of the Blood Moon.

The boy pleaded as he knelt.

Gorist's interest was raised, and the idea of kicking the little boy down was put away.

"Oh, tell me why, you know, your kindred people all treat me like a demon. After

the death of the blood servant, the remaining villagers looked as if the end of the world had come, their faces were gray, and they looked at Goliste with fear and anger in their eyes.

"Those sons of the Blood Moon are the devils, and the messenger they sent killed my parents and sister, and I want revenge. The

boy clenched his teeth and his face filled with hatred.

His hatred comes from the death of his loved ones, and perhaps in a year or two, he will become as numb as the rest of the villagers and afraid to resist.

"Your will is not enough, I will not give you strength. "

Golis drove the boy down mercilessly, she has never been a good person, she is an evil dragon, the evil dragon should have the appearance of an evil dragon, the current boy can not make Golis moved, if after more than ten years, the anger that remains in the boy's heart has not become the appearance of other villagers, Goliste will recognize his will.

The boy leaves in dismay, and at this time he has some resentment in his heart towards Golist, who is unwilling to give him strength.

"I hate kids.

Goliste stood up from the roof and stretched.

A blood light flew into the village, and it was a viscount of the blood clan whose strength was around the fourth order.

"What are you?"

Derek looked at the strange human with feet and a lizard's tail on the roof, a little puzzled.

"Someone who got the blood of a lizard?"

successfully angered Golist.

"Idiot, it seems that you have forgotten the greatness of the dragon, and today I will let you remember it. Turning

into a huge black dragon, Goliste pressed Derek to the ground with one claw, and blood flowed out of the gap in the dragon's claw and recombined into Derek's appearance.

"A monster with brute strength, the noble son of the blood moon is your kind..."

Derek's words were halfway through being overwhelmed by the powerful dragon power.

"How... Probably, this majesty at the level of life ... No!" After

Golis took the bloody coffin, Derek felt the breath and was terrified.

"Wait, my lord, I can do things for you, no!"

screamed as he was sucked into the bloody coffin, unable to resist.

His soul was soon dismantled by the blood coffin, and the memory was read by Golist, and then thrown into the big blood ball to accompany the other blood tribes.

Compared to the blood servant, Derek's memory was obviously much more useful.

This broken small world, as the place where the Lord of the Blood Soul placed the bait, was ruled by the Blood Clan in the past, and when the Blood Moon came to the Lord of the Blood Soul and the people who fished were gone, the Blood Demon Monarch dared to quietly come over and take a few looks, releasing a little power to awaken the true ancestor and let it return to his control.

Then like a rat trap, the mouse trap that moved the bait was activated, and the Lord of the Blood Soul fused the true ancestor with the origin of this small world, and moving the true ancestor would cause turmoil in the world, and accidentally attracted the attention of the blood moon, and the body of the true ancestor turned into a large ball of meat floating in the sky and became the blood moon

The specific process is not clear, but Golis speculated that it should be like this, after the rise of the blood moon, a powerful blood tribe emerged and formed the Blood Moon Kingdom, Derek used to be a human, and later joined the Blood Moon Kingdom to become a blood clan.

The True Ancestor in the Heavens had long been wiped out of consciousness by the Lord of the Blood Soul, and it was impossible to expect the other party to carry out the first embrace.

Derek's power comes from the Blood Moon Festival.

The Blood Moon Kingdom holds a Blood Moon Festival every month to please the Blood Moon in the sky and gain power.

The power of the Blood Moon can make ordinary people become blood tribes, can make blood tribes more powerful, and is sought after by all blood races.