Chapter 1758 It's All About Luck, There Are Other Secrets

There was a deafening sound suddenly in the dark forest, it was the long roar of the Dharma Guardian Tianlong. And when such a voice sounds, it actually means that a bigger movement is coming.

It can be said that as expected, the earth began to shake. The ancient castle seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. In the flames soaring into the sky, countless stones flew all over the sky under the impact of violent flames like splashes of water. And under such a catastrophic situation, Strange, who had just taken away the guardian dragon, suddenly appeared in front of the collapsed castle, and looked at the thing in his hand with a sigh.

What he held in his hand was a head, or rather, a deformed head.

It looks like a human being, but the overall facial features have been distorted to the point of deformity. Especially the insect-like split structure of the mouthpiece, and the tongue that looks like a living worm, no matter how you look at it, this guy should be classified as a monster.

In fact, he could indeed be called a monster.

This guy is called the Blood God by the people in this Eastern European land, and his origin is related to an earl hundreds of years ago.

Two hundred years ago, an earl under the king of Austria ruled here. At the age of nearly fifty, he took three wives successively, but did not obtain any heirs.

Unwilling to be reconciled to the fact that the territory he had gained after running around all his life would eventually fall into the hands of an irrelevant person, the earl had the idea of ​​longevity in his later years. For this reason, he sheltered a bunch of heretics under the eyes of the Catholic Church, and the reason why he sheltered these heretics was that these heretics claimed that they had mastered the method of summoning the blood god and bestowing eternal life.

Although it was a very unwise move to offend the Catholic Church in such an era, under the temptation of eternal life, the earl resolutely took the risk.

As one of the few outstanding figures in that era who could rely on his military exploits to confer the title of Earl step by step, he made perfect arrangements for his own plan. However, under his arrangement, there was no bloody incident revealed, such as stupid things like paladins of the Holy See coming to pay their taxes. Everything is a matter of course, the cult successfully summoned their so-called blood god, and he also successfully obtained eternal life.

It's just that this eternal life is really different from what he imagined.

At the beginning, he thought that the so-called blood god might have something to do with the legendary vampire. So in his mind, the worst result would be that he turned into a vampire, hiding in the dark all day long.

Although this sounds bad, it is not unacceptable compared to eternal life. It's just that things are far worse than he imagined.

Because the so-called blood god is not a vampire at all, but an evil god from a different space. And its so-called eternal life is not just a simple gift, but a very expensive parasitism.

The blood god summoned by the cultists parasitized the earl in this way, and turned him into such a monster.

Be a monster. For humans, this may be worse than death. And in the face of such a result, the earl, who still has reason, of course cannot accept it. So he immediately ordered the massacre of these cult members, and destroyed everything about this cult ritual.

However, the fault has been cast. It is irreparable for him to become a monster. Because of the parasitic influence, he knew exactly what the blood god who parasitized himself and transformed himself into a monster wanted. It wants to spread its own race in this world and transform all human beings like him into monsters like him.

For this earl, he had already made a big mistake and he really shouldn't make mistakes again and again. So when his conscience found out, he began to think of dying with this blood god.

But it is easier to ask the Buddha than to give it away. After all, it is an existence with a word of God in its name, and it is not so easy to die with it.

First of all, this blood god is almost immortal. Every drop of the white turbid blood flowing from its parasitic body can operate on its own as if it were alive, and as long as this blood can find a living body, then it can give birth to a new monster in a parasitic way.

Such monsters are not afraid of knives and axes, and all fatal injuries to humans will have no way to affect them. The only way to kill them is to purify them with flames and burn them to ashes. But this method is only effective for ordinary monsters. For the main body of the blood god, the flames cannot completely destroy him.

It can only be weakened at best, not destroyed. In response to this, the earl issued such an order to his subjects while he was still rational.

He ordered his castle to be sealed, and built a huge coffin for himself with thick pig iron. Later, he walked to the stake under his own will, and after being completely burned, he was placed in this coffin by his own people and sealed up forever.

This is the only way he can think of as a human being, and it is also the only thing he can do to atone for his sins. Just in case, he even left a legacy. If someone opened his coffin and let him reappear in the world. Then his descendants will do everything possible to cremate him again and seal him up before he fully recovers.

The stories that circulate in the nearby towns come from this legacy. The so-called sound of crutches hitting the ground is the unique characteristic of this Earl. Having lost one foot in the war, he could only use crutches instead of walking all his life, and even if he was placed in the coffin, his silver crutches always followed him.

The blood god can only make him live forever, but cannot make him grow another leg. And if he really wakes up, as long as he doesn't want to crawl and walk, then crutches are his necessity.

As for why the target is small children? This is a law of predating the weak in nature.

The blood god's fighting power is not strong, even though his name has the word "God", but he is far away from a real god. Apart from that peculiar ability of immortality, he has nothing to praise at all. Not to mention the existence of fighting against the level of gods, even ordinary people, if they are well-trained and fully prepared, they only need to pay a price to deal with him.

Under this premise, once he fell into a weak state, if he wanted to recover, he could only start with those weak larvae.

That's why the town's residents use this word-of-mouth story to warn each other and protect their children. Because it couldn't be easier for a hungry monster to lay hands on a child.

What the mage experienced at the beginning was the accidental event that the monster parasitized by the blood god escaped from the trap. And the mage who sealed it after a near death, obviously regarded it as a capital to show off, and recorded it in Kama Taj's library majestically.

This is actually an understandable thing. After all, mages are also human beings. You can't stop them from bragging about themselves in their notes, right? But the problem is, this misleading note obviously made Strange get it wrong.

He originally thought that this blood god was a visitor from hell, and he could find a gate leading to hell by following the ritual of summoning it, but now it seemed that this was obviously not feasible.

Although the blood god comes from another world, this other world is just an ordinary different space, which has nothing to do with hell. After figuring this out, Strange naturally realized that his trip was wasted again.

The reason for saying again is because this is not the first time he has done such a thing. The vast number of notes and letters made him almost unable to see a head, but based on the principle of chance, he simply changed his thinking and began to explore one suspicious note after another.

If he is lucky, he may be able to find a way to open the gates of hell in some mysterious event that is vague and perhaps not even understood by the author himself. But as far as the current situation is concerned, his luck is not good.

Before coming to this small town in Eastern Europe and incidentally solving the blood god problem they had been worrying about for hundreds of years, he had made a special trip around North America, looking for the legendary house of horrors. As a result, although he blew up the horror house and burned countless evil spirits inside to ashes, he didn't find a way to get through hell there.

The results here are not as good as those in the house of horrors. At the very least, there is a touch of hell there, and you can more or less see the shadows of some big devils. But here, it's simply the evil god of different space at work, and it's still a weak evil god.

In normal times, Strange doesn't mind carrying forward the Kama Taj style taught by Baron Mordo, sealing up the parasitic head of the blood god with magic, and putting it in their mage's temple as a visit exhibits.

This can build up the confidence of young mage apprentices and let them realize what a powerful mage can do. Second, it can also deter those evil gods in different spaces, and let them understand that the earth is not just their hunting ground, but may also become their burial place. But now, he is obviously not in the mood.

The magic fire of the Dharma Guardian Tianlong emerged from his hand, and the Blood God, who was supposed to be immortal, was immediately burned to ashes. Afterwards, Strange didn't care about the ashes left in his hand, and directly took out a notebook from his pocket to sketch.

"Castles in Eastern Europe, this one can be crossed out. It's a waste of time. I really don't know how the mage before was bragging about it. Even such a weak character can be described as a near-death experience by him. See In all likelihood, he is just a sorcerer's apprentice."

"Forget it, let's go to the next place. Let me see, is it the pyramids in the Inca region, the restricted area where no one survives? Or the mysterious tavern in New Mexico that can only be encountered by chance?"

While burying the immoral bragging of the author of the original notes, Strange became worried about his next goal.

This is purely a matter of luck, and even he himself does not know what kind of things he will encounter before he really gets involved. Maybe it's the gate of hell, maybe it's some other mysterious existence. In terms of probability alone, the possibility of the former is actually very slim.

If there was a better choice, he definitely wouldn't want to run around like headless chickens like he is now. After all, in terms of luck, he has always been the one who is relatively mediocre. But unfortunately, he has no other choice, especially in such a tight time.

So he can only try his luck one by one, to see if the goddess of luck will give him a special treatment for the sake of the lives of so many people.

Probably, Goddess of Luck really changed her opinion of him because of this problem. Just when he was at a loss and was about to take a random start, suddenly, he felt a special spell fluctuation.

This fluctuation occurred on him, but it was not the result of changes in his own mana. As for this, Strange was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately took out the core of the shadow twister that he had secretly collected before.

As he expected, the special spell fluctuations appeared on this thing. And just when he watched the seal on the core shatter, thinking that the shadow twister was about to be reborn. A group of shadows spewed out suddenly, and in an instant, it had already evolved into a familiar image.

Lord Mordo, his teacher. This special change surprised him, but he soon came back to his senses and immediately understood the hidden truth, so immediately, he asked Baron Mordo in front of him.

"Teacher, did you arrange this? Did you deliberately leave this core to me?"

"Of course. Otherwise, just two mortals, how can I be qualified to use spells of this level?"

Baron Mordo's answer was exactly the same as Strange's conjecture, and while Strange let out a sigh of relief, he also inevitably became curious.

"Why do you do this kind of thing? Could it be that you can't tell me in front of my face if you have something to say?"

"Things are more complicated than you think, Strange. You, me, or the entire Karma Taj has been involved in a big whirlpool. I'm not sure that in such a whirlpool, we How can I protect myself. Therefore, I can only try my best to take the most comprehensive measures."

The shadowed Baron Mordo let out a long sigh, and then he warned Strange like this.

"Listen, Strange, this is just a clone of me, and I can only temporarily avoid their sight in this way. We are running out of time, so I must make a long story short. Death Valley, let those people Be careful what's going on there. The world is about to experience terrible upheavals, and the heart of the upheavals is here. It's a conspiracy, and everyone is being counted on, including ourselves. So, we have to deal with it as quickly as possible. Time, really There are not many left!"

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