Indescribable tarot cards

"Judging from the strength of his soul...oh, he is already a cultist..."

Ruosiqia still wanted to provide some help to Aaron, but she stopped talking after a second thought.

Anyway, they have become cultists. From the perspective of soul strength, there is no way to concretely measure the strength of the blood eater in front of him.

"Blood……"

The glowing red eyes silently brightened a little more, reflecting the greedy gaze.

This bloody man in the true sense of the word just casually opened the blades of grass and walked straight towards Alice.

"He came here for the baby girl's bloodline, probably to dilute the blood in his body." Ruosiqia reminded again, "It's a tradition of blood eaters. When trying to integrate into the new extraordinary blood, They always like to find one more..."

Seeing his eager and eager look, Aaron sighed secretly and held the ax tightly.

It seems that most communication is impossible...

It is not impossible to communicate with cultists.

After all, they just believe in a certain existence and follow the teachings of their Lord in terms of creed, but in other aspects they are no different from ordinary people, such as in the understanding of normal people.

This can be seen from the rules of the Weed Tavern.

If every cultist is a lunatic, then Yecao Town, or even Badibila as a whole, will not become a vacation spot for cultists.

Normal people still need order, even if this order itself is a kind of chaos.

But if this were a crazy cultist, there would probably be nothing to talk about.

The paranoid will, the fanaticism for the Lord, and the fanatical desire generated by the aura of the cult are enough to destroy the sanity of any intelligent creature and completely turn them into beasts.

Alice still stood in front of Aaron silently, her sword and shield shining with silver light again.

The hot air baked by the campfire was slightly colder. Several ice-blue spears appeared next to Garcia, and he also took off one of the spears.

The talisman inscriptions began to flow, and the breath of ice continued to spread in his hands. In just a few breaths, the originally slender spear became thicker.

The translucent material completely turned blue-white at this time, and wisps of coldness attracted the remaining water vapor around it, creating a silky white mist.

Before the blood eater could get closer, Garcia casually cut open the plant on the side. Under the seemingly rough skin, light green juice gushes out, and in the blink of an eye it is condensed into ice crystals.

This is the field knowledge he learned from San Enibedin. Even in Badibila, a place where the cult atmosphere breeds, there are still many plants that maintain some of the characteristics of plants, such as ...storage water.

Although this sap is stored in the body of the plant, its concentration of cult smell is only much higher than that of water exposed in the open air, but if you are desperate, you really won't care about this.

For Garcia, who is good at condensing water into ice, the juices of these plants can save him a lot of energy.

Although he did not expect that there would be unexpected visitors tonight, his rich experience in the wild allowed him to take precautions before they happened.

He was the only Silver-level transcendent among the three. As the talisman and inscription flickered, the surrounding air became a little colder, even suppressing the beating of the bonfire.

Garcia didn't know who the monster in front of him was, but this didn't prevent him from sensing the other person's aura.

Almost unnoticed, his eyes began to turn blue again...

"Roar!"

It seemed that the increasingly high aura stimulated the blood eater. He who seemed to be dawdling at first suddenly roared, abandoned the delicious Alice, and went straight to Garcia, who was the greatest threat.

As he ran, the blood attached to his body began to surge like a wave, changing its shape from time to time.

The distance of less than ten steps was only less than a few breaths for the blood eater. Immediately afterwards, Garcia felt a fishy wind blowing against his face, and a red shadow grew from small to large and hit his sight.

Several ice spears adjusted their direction slightly, and following Garcia's will, they all faced the blood eater.

However, the blood eater seemed not to care, and did not even resist, allowing the spears to pierce his body from all angles.

Such as defeating the revolution.

It didn't even make a ripple. Amidst the bursts of tooth-piercing friction, the blood eater held up the slowly expanding and even rotating spear, smashed the air with his arm stained with strange blood, and swung it towards Garcia.

Garcia's expression remained unchanged, the spear in his hand quickly deformed and shortened, and the light green ice cubes under his feet flew into his hand like a tired bird throwing itself into the forest.

In less than a breath, when he started to wave the weapon in his hand, the spear had turned into a two-handed hammer.

Because of the sudden incident, he didn't bother to carve out more destructive spikes on this two-handed hammer, but just left it as a sphere.

Of course, even when the two-handed hammer was about to hit the blood eater, the hammer head was still expanding rapidly.

For Garcia, in the end, it was no longer even him wielding the two-handed hammer, but him following the two-handed hammer!

The deviation of his center of gravity makes it difficult for him to withdraw his strength. If he encounters other people, he may only need a simple dodge to get out of the way. Then he will have a lot of time to choose a suitable angle and gap to take advantage of this amazing Vulnerability launches an onslaught.

However, Garcia's opponent was an already frantic blood eater who refused to dodge.

Then, Aaron and Alice, who were coming, saw the ice hammer, which was only slightly smaller than the bedside table, hit the bloody man hard.

The weak shell could not withstand the huge force and broke directly into ice crystal fragments of different sizes. But when the real ice hammer touched the bloody man, its power directly caused him to shrink a bit amidst the crackling sound of his joints. Even the lower half of the calf was not buried in the ground.

The bloody man was like a nail, and Garcia, who wielded the one-handed hammer, was like a diligent worker, nailing him into the earth!

The bloody man's attack stalled slightly under such an offensive.

At the same time, Garcia took a long breath, the ice blue in his eyes gradually deepened, and his heart beat violently, hitting his chest.

To him, the attack just now was already done with all his strength, or in other words, it was his full strength without using the mad state.

Going berserk can certainly greatly increase his combat power, but it also means that he will be one step closer to death.

He didn't want to use this power until a critical moment.

Under the control of his will, ice crystals scattered in the air that had not yet touched the ground swam in like sharks smelling blood, and embed themselves into the blood-eater's skin.

The coldness spread, and the originally bright red blood quickly condensed into ice crystals.

However, there was no smile on Garcia's face.

In his perception, the blood eater who was so severely injured was not dead!