How Am I Still Alive?

". Is this my way out?"

"The power has been exhausted, the life reserves have been killed, I don't remember how many times we died"

"They are crazy, they would actually use their only one life to exchange injuries with me, a resuscitated person."

Three voices echoed back and forth on the desperate battlefield.

Every time he turned into a blood mist, every time he tried to break out of the encirclement, that man would stand in front of him.

The dying person whose flesh and blood have been exposed, as if he were living withered bones.

Holding the magic sword that sucked his own life, every time, he stood in front of him so abruptly.

"Die, die! Why don't you fall down!" Zhao Yan once again burst into a bloody rain, but this time, there was still nothing to gain.

anger? hate? Even Dam himself didn't know why he was able to do this.

That bone-like arm just kept swinging the sword instinctively.

Both the Demon Sword and the Sword Master are constantly summoning a new torrent of blood, forcing Zhao Yan to hedge and consume it, and then put the remaining blood back into the sword.

The two sides were constantly fighting, and it was Zhao Yan who lost the control and control of the blood in the confrontation!

The blood repeatedly coagulates, ruptures, disintegrates, and evaporates. In addition to the ability to control blood, the skills and tactical proficiency of the "Wraith in the Sword" are even obviously superior to Zhao Yan!

"Enough! Why don't you fall down!"

This time, Zhao Yan's violent outburst was still meaningless.

The skeletal figure pierced by countless "blood arrows" still stood in front of Zhao Yan, silently swinging his sword again.

This time, Zhao Yan had no choice but to retreat, and the hunters on the periphery started a new round of bombardment.

He no longer had the strength to split into three, so he could only dodge in the rain of bullets in embarrassment.

He doesn't even have the strength to control the blood shield, because every bit of "blood" left is the source of power for him to survive. In a more popular way of saying, "blood" is not only the "life value" of the blood feast, but also its "magic value" , Random squandering will die soon.

"...This is your death date."

And Dam, who raised his battle sword, unexpectedly regained some spirit and some blood color in his body.

During the battle, he has always been like a mummy, the more he fought, the more emaciated he became, but he always gained some strength inexplicably and was able to support him.

He is like a puppet controlled by a magic sword, always in a half-dead state.

The greedy magic sword became more "nourishing". The strange red light was several times that of before.

".Take it, take my life."

Another massive blood loss made Dam even weaker, but even at this moment, he still didn't fall down.

On the contrary, the wound he was originally injured has also healed at a high speed. At this moment, he has actually fallen into an illusion.

".My people" In the corridor of dreams and memories, he saw his homeland, the beautiful hometown where he was expelled.

Isn't the little cub of ".son" dead? Oh, he's alive again?

"Are you all there?" Figures who had died or were about to die appeared one by one.

The babbling Lion Man reappeared, but at this moment, he struck harder and faster.

His consciousness fell into confusion.

He thought of what he had encountered along the way, his clansmen who were excluded in the refugee camp, and his compatriots who were killed by the blood feast and the monsters in front of him in the underground area.

"Take it, take it all."

The greedy magic sword gave him the dream he wanted most, and happily squeezed out more.

Perhaps, going to the end in the dream and entrusting everything to this cursed sword is also a good ending for him.

Suddenly, a strange golden light flashed away.

"Haha, Dam, of course I can lend you this ominous magic sword, and I will treat your clan and family well, at least, give them enough wealth. But, you also understand, money No matter how good it is, if there is no one to support the family, the money will become a disaster instead."

For some reason, Mr. An Nan's words rang in his ears again.

"You want your clansmen to have a future, relying on other people's promises? You should try to survive, take my reward, and give your clansman a good life. Outsiders are always unreliable."

At that moment, the cheerful Mr. An Nan was a little angry, as if he had also encountered something.

".Yes, what Mr. An Nan said is correct. For the sake of the clan, I must survive! I am the strongest in the clan now, and I am the king! I have fallen, so do I still count on those outsiders?"

The person holding the magic sword regained his sanity again, and vaguely heard the regretful sigh of the ghost.

However, his battlefield is still difficult, and his weapons are powerful and cruel.

This magic sword, facing non-blood banquet, non-blood opponents, the first ability cannot be activated, but it does not mean that it is a blank slate.

On the contrary, the second function is actually more powerful and more dangerous

[Function 2: Daozhong's remorse (quasi-regular level): It is always thirsty for blood, whether it is the enemy's or the sword master's. Every time the opponent's blood is drawn, the sword master's blood (life force) will also be drawn in proportion, but if the sword master is on the verge of death, it will become a "feedback". 】

This is an extremely powerful and pure 'blood-sucking characteristic', and it can even bring a certain degree of immortality to the sword owner, but don't think that this magic sword will really be kind.

【Note 1: In the process of repeated 'feedback', the sword master's physical strength will be filled with the blood and vitality bestowed by the magic sword. Obviously, this will not be free. With use, the sword master's life will be replaced by the magic sword After being completely corroded, before the body disintegrates, the sword master will become the puppet of the magic sword. 】

[The villain's deathbed repentance? Perhaps, there are, but more, it is still just greed and regret, regretting that I have not eaten enough, regretting that I have no chance to eat again.】

The "blood-sucking" or "blood-draining" feature is a common ability of the blood banquet and even low-level life systems, but it can be used daily from high-level to regular level.

Blood is the currency of vitality, and in the blood feast civil war, it is often the beginning of the struggle for control of "blood".

Daozhong's "quasi-rule" is such a simple and unpretentious "absorbing life". Simple, but powerful.

No matter what ability Zhao Yan uses, as long as it is related to blood, the magic sword only needs to absorb it desperately.

Absorption, transfer, control, simple and practical ability characteristics, can be called a civil war expert.

And in this soul currency, Daozhong, who sublimated "blood-sucking" into his "only rule", is obviously not innocent.

Known as a gourmet in the club, he has long been captured by the joy that devours life. The former police officer has long since disappeared, leaving only a greedy and insatiable ghoul.

"Even if you die, do you still want to devour more lives? This magic sword is really pure enough."

Once the vitality in the main body of the sword is completely eroded by the magic sword, maybe the wraith will return to the world, but the sword slave who has nothing but appetite will only create new killings.

Such a feature, coupled with the self-harming "resentment of the dead (self-depletion accelerated quasi-regular price)", the sword master who is not strong enough is probably really just a consumable.

But now, with his astonishing willpower and vitality, Dum has successfully survived the erosion of the magic sword countless times. Then, the unlucky one is his opponent.

This magic sword may contain Daozhong's resentment of "not wanting to die", as well as his bitter hatred for his own ethnic group and blood feast.

In every respect, he is a special attack on the blood banquet. The sword slave who "locks blood" and "immortality" at the same time is basically unlikely to lie down in this blood-controlling duel.

"...Why did you encourage Dum to live, and you didn't hesitate to spend the gold coins. Isn't this impossible to recover his currency perfectly?"

Big Cat was a little puzzled, not knowing why Lu Pingan suddenly used up the gold coins and brought back Dam's sanity.

Wouldn't it be better to turn him into an immortal sword slave?

"How can an immortal puppet relying on instinct be better than a man with a family to return to? Well, listen carefully, at least I think doing this will make you a little happier. There are not so many calculations, just doing it smoothly."

Lu Pingan shrugged and didn't say much.

"Anyway, victory is only a matter of time, so let me be willful."

Lu Pingan closed the book with a smile, and on the chessboard in front of him was the black king piece that had been completely checkmate and fallen.

It has long been isolated and helpless, and there are only white chess pieces around it. Any move means its end.

It is true that blood is the coin of life, but Zhao Yan, who has been consumed and sucked away all the "coins", has no possibility of surviving.

"Let's go, it's time to harvest."