Twenty Sided Dice

Fear made it hard for Siegel to breathe, and he could hardly resist the urge to stand up and run. In order to ensure that the effect of the magic circle can operate correctly without interference, the lamp **** was also sent to a distance. Now there is only one enemy of the Blood Mage in the Hall of Short Feet, and the exit to escape is behind.

No, Siegel calmly said to himself, now is not the time. The fluctuation of magic energy is still strengthening, but it has not yet reached its peak. The blood magician's control power is still there, and he still has spare power, and he can use his hands to cast other magic or issue orders at any time. And doing anything at such a moment is pointless and will be countered. Only when the spell reaches the most critical moment, at that time, the blood magician needs to use almost all of his concentration to maintain the spell, just like a strong man holding a heavy object, his hands are occupied, it is already difficult to do out defense and resistance. 'Only then,' Siegel forced himself to stay still, just quietly digging his fingernails deep into his flesh, using pain to stimulate stiff muscles while overcoming the effect of fear on his reaction speed.

The blood magician's wrinkled, rotten and evil face was getting closer and closer, and the **** smell on his body was clearly audible and disgusting. Being so close, Siegel could already feel the wind from the surging magic through his skin.

"Everything is ready." The blood magician said softly, "Go into eternal sleep..."

The magic circle began to operate, and the people tied to the chairs woke up and began to cry in pain. They didn't know what happened to them, they only saw the blood lines on their heads, the magician with terrifying faces, and the breath of death that pervaded around them. Several people were struggling hard, but the chains on their bodies were difficult to break free, and as more and more blood was drawn, their strength continued to weaken. Prince Aaron had the most blood drawn, so he was the weakest. The poor guy's skin became pale and transparent, his body temperature continued to drop, and the air he exhaled was icy cold, like a snowman.

A more terrifying scene appeared in front of everyone: all the flesh on the blood magician melted like wax under the flames, falling off the bones, and the only remaining organ in the body was the heart. In front of everyone stood a skeleton surrounded by blood vessels, the heart was still beating, the blood was still flowing, and the skeleton was still casting spells. The energy of the magic circle pulsed with the rhythm of the skeleton's heart, beating on Siegel like a tide. In order to ensure the integrity of the new body container, the blood magician injected himself and the energy plundered from the blood into Siegel's body, quickly replenished his lost physical strength, and then stored it, ready to repair the possible injury caused by the blood transfer.

The blood magician believed in his magical abilities and did not trap Siegel with chains. He worried that after obtaining a new body, all summons and artifacts would take the opportunity to get out of control, and there was a high possibility of rebelling against the master. At that time, he will be extremely weak, and all his strength will be used to suppress the bloodline backlash, and there will be no spare energy to fight the rebellion. Without summons, he can't undo the chains on his body. If after the success of the spell, he was trapped and starved to death in his magic circle, that would be the greatest irony. The paralyzing effect of the blood tentacles is strong enough, and it will subside naturally after waiting for half an hour. The blood mage believes that there will be no interruptions here for half an hour.

The tone of chanting the incantation is getting higher and higher, and the spell has reached a critical period. As the last syllable was recited, all the surrounding sounds suddenly disappeared. The skeletons turned into dust and scattered all over the place, the heart and blood vessels turned into gray-white scum, and only a mass of human-shaped blood still stood in the center of the circle. Four blood lines ran through his top, and a blood line shot quickly between Siegel's eyebrows.

Then it went astray.

Siegel leaned back, causing the chair to fall to the ground. He reached for his wand and whispered "Shrak!" The wand flew into his palm, and the next spell immediately ignited energy missiles that shot at the **** humanoid. In the impact of the explosion, the blood man was torn apart, twisting violently like a bush in a gust of wind. The blood magician now has no mouth and cannot recite spells, but he can assemble his body at will, wrapping and spreading like a stream of water. All he had to do was get inside Siegel to complete the spell, so the blood mage swooped on like a wave against a rock.

Siegel struggled, chanting a spell, releasing cold power from the tip of his wand. Compared to using flames to dry the blood, Siegel is more able to withstand cold environments and is more proficient in spells. A layer of frost covered the blood man, greatly slowing its flow.

A blood mass swelled up, like the shriveled and bald head of a blood magician. There are two holes in his eye sockets, making the whole blood group look like a skeleton. Necromancy and blood magic combine perfectly at this moment to create such a one-of-a-kind monster. It threw out a **** hand and pressed it against Siegel's face at once. Countless blood poured into the mouth of the apprentice mage, choking all the spells back.

"In the end, I'm the winner." Blood poured into Siegel's ears, and then he heard the blood magician's voice. "The king has a perfect bloodline, runs through gods and demons, and crosses the boundary of life and death. I will go to immortality through you."

"Go to NMD!" Siegel roared, coughing up a lot of blood while twitching uncontrollably. He struggled to tug at the sticky blood on his body, but he was like a worm caught in a cobweb that was getting tighter and tighter, trying to swing his limbs. Blood poured into his nose, mouth, into his head, and then choked out and spit on the ground. Siegel struggled and twitched like a drowning man. He felt that the strength of his struggle was dwindling, and his mind began to dizzy, but he continued to fight for survival. The people in the chairs also fainted one by one, and in the end only Janet was left awake. Tears kept pouring out of her as she watched in pain as Siegel was wrapped in a blood cocoon.

Then Janet heard a "bang", the blood cocoon exploded, and Siegel lay on the ground and coughed violently. A large amount of blood was poured back into the bodies of several people through the blood line. Janet felt that the blood in her field of vision was red, many capillaries were injured and ruptured, and the whole body was in great pain. In this blood-colored world, she saw a short and small blood group standing up slowly, its hollow eyes facing Siegel's direction. A wave-like sound echoed in Janet's mind, and there seemed to be thunderous sounds in the distance.

Siegel once again resisted the blood magician's magic, and also used up the power originally poured into his body. This magic energy, which was beyond his original limit, caused very serious damage, and the number one on the twenty-sided dice gradually dimmed. Siegel has no time to find out now, because the blood magician is still there, speaking directly into his ear through the blood connection, attracting most of his attention.

"The magic resistance of the perfect bloodline is so high?" The blood magician's voice was full of doubts, and he looked at Siegel lying in a pool of blood in surprise. There is still joy under the doubts. Although he lost a lot of power in the failed possession just now, the magic circle is still running, and the four sacrifices are still alive. He only needs to draw more blood to make up for it. And he can also feel that the apprentice mage has run out of fuel, his body is open to defense, and he is powerless to stop the fusion process.

"There is no perfect blood waiting for you." Siegel turned around and sat on the ground looking at the blood magician. He was just lying on the ground when he heard heavy footsteps approaching in the distance. The Djinn can only fly in the air, there can be no such sound, it will only be a smart golem - Siegel, with his last hope, prays to the squid **** that he will send warriors to defeat evil. But before that, he needs to delay enough time. Siegel's heart beat faster, his voice trembling with hope. He whispered: "I just used the spell of the bloodline key, which can change the state of the bloodline to apply the magical power in it."

"It's impossible!" The blood magician's voice was anxious and angry, but he couldn't find any answer from Siegel's smiling eyes. "There is no such spell in the world, blood can only be fused, and mortals have no ability to create and change the power in it. How can you, a little apprentice mage, understand how powerful the power in blood is? How can it be possible to have such a spell? I Proficient in undead magic and blood magic, never heard of such power!"

"I really don't know the reason." Siegel said, the sarcasm in his eyes hurt the blood magician. "I don't really have such power, but it doesn't affect my application. Have you heard of a mage named Jia Kun?"

"Alchemist Jia Kun?" The blood magician's voice began to tremble, and even the red in the blood began to fade. "He only appears in legends and unofficial history, and is sung in the songs of troubadours~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There is no information about this person in any mage organization, only we blood magicians know that this person really exists. You Where did you hear this name?"

"I've read his spell book." Siegel continued to delay time and focused the blood magician's attention on himself: "There are only two spells in the book, the bloodline key and the art of breaking the lock."

"Tell me!" the blood magician shouted loudly: "Tell me the spell, and I will spare your life. Since your body is not of perfect blood, I will let you live and use that old man's body. This is a deal, a deal that mages understand."

"If I tell you two spells, then you will definitely kill me." Siegel bargained: "And these few friends of mine can't die, I'm here to save them."

"These guys on the chairs? They can't die." The blood magician laughed sharply: "As long as I don't let them die, they'll be fine, and they can recover with a long rest. They were inspired by me in the magic circle. With the power of the bloodline, it is very likely to be a blessing in disguise. Say it, young man, the transaction between mages is sacred."

"I'm going to tell you one first, and then I'll tell you the second when you finish your part of the deal, how about that?" Siegel pretended to think about it, and then gathered up his courage to look into the blood magician's eyes. He was worried that the footsteps would be discovered by the blood magician, and this worry showed a little in his eyes. The blood magician captured this detail, but he mistakenly thought that it was the apprentice mage's anxiety about whether the transaction could be executed, and it was the most authentic expression of the survivors' emotions. So the blood mage said in a soft voice: "Okay, I agree to the deal. Come on, tell me what the blood key does."