Dean naturally wouldn't let it succeed. He rubbed his fingers and rubbed out the part of its body that had penetrated into his fingers. There was no blood or wound on his fingers.
"If I bring it back to the giant wall and hand it over to the Holy Church, the value of the parasitic soul worm would be about 50,000 to 80,000 gold coins. Although it's not a rare monster, but it's a relatively precious existence among the ordinary monsters. It's the same level as Glenn's ghost eye magic mark." Dean's eyes revealed a thoughtful look. "According to the monster atlas, the primary ability of the magic mark is to resist the undead virus and eat the undead."
In the monster atlas, most of the records about the abilities of the monster stayed at the primary level. As for what kind of ability would appear after the second evolution, it was unknown.
If he got the magic mark and had the physique of light, then the hunting time outside the giant wall would be extended indefinitely. He could hunt the undead as food to supplement himself when he was thirsty and hungry. Moreover, he could be immune to the virus in the undead, which meant that he would be more resistant to other plague diseases! Even for hunters, there was a chance of dying from the Black Death during the second season of the Black Death.
"If I let it drill into my body, it will immediately climb to the corpse of the parasitic soul worm on my chest. It will occupy the magpie's nest, which is equivalent to replacing the magic mark of the parasitic soul worm. When Glenn hunted the black weaver, she directly let the parasitic soul worm in the black weaver's blood occupy her magic mark. It's not so much a magic mark as a nest built by the corpse of the soul worm."
Dean's eyes flashed as he recalled the words of the young instructor who had taught him archery. "If you want to stimulate the potential of the magic mark for the second time, you must use the blood of other parasitic soul worms for baptism!"
Although it was called baptism, it was not to directly smear its blood on the magic mark on the chest. Instead, it was to extract its blood and inject it into the magic mark with a syringe. The impurities would be eliminated, and the remaining cells would moisturize the magic mark so that the magic mark would transform again!
Dean didn't intend to bring the magic mark back to the giant wall. In that case, it would first be handed over to the Holy Church for evaluation. Then it would be converted according to gold coins and a certain fee would be collected! This was also one of the terms of the contract for the Holy Church to lease the giant wall. All the things brought back by the consortium must be handed over to the 'border tax'!
Moreover, Dean guessed that the other consortiums would soon get the news once the monster was brought back. At present, the situation inside the giant wall was that the consortiums were watching each other. They were waiting for them to go bankrupt. They were waiting for them to die outside the giant wall. At that time, there would be no hunters. They could easily monopolize the Ryan family's industry. They could only rely on their capital.
If these consortiums knew that not only did he return, but he also brought out a named demon from the 'tunnel of death', they would most likely have some ideas and even think of a way to occupy this tunnel!
Dean looked at the twisting magic mark in his hand. After a moment of silence, he put it into a box. He used a dagger to cut off part of the flesh of the Corpse Eater and put it into the box. Then he closed the box and left a small gap for the air to breathe.
"Injection container …" Dean's eyes swept around. The old products outside the giant wall had long turned into dust. Naturally, he couldn't find any syringes or syringes. He remembered that when he was studying as a scavenger, he had read about a plant called 'spear grass'. It grew in a relatively dry place outside the giant wall. It was hollow inside, pointed and thin. The sap contained anesthetic effects. Most of the anesthetics inside the giant wall were extracted from the spear grass.
He stepped on the ground. It was relatively dry. However, he didn't see any spear grass. He carried his bag and other items. He held the box and walked along the slightly yellowish area of the weeds.
A moment later, he saw a large piece of spear grass in the weeds.
Dean immediately dropped his bag and cut off a few spear grass with his dagger. He looked at the box in his hand and opened it. He saw the corpse of the Parasitic Soul Worm lying on the piece of flesh inside. Its spirit was somewhat dispirited. If the host died too long, the Parasitic Soul Worm wouldn't find a new host, it would also die.
But even if it died, it could be used as a material to stimulate the magic mark, as long as it didn't rot.
Dean pinched it out and found a clean and wide leaf. He put it on the bag and then put the Parasitic Soul Worm on the leaf. He hammered it with the metal handle of the dagger. With just one blow, the Parasitic Soul Worm's soft body was broken. Very thick blood flowed out from inside.
Dean quickly crushed the blood and poured it along the larger end into the spear grass. The whole process was extremely slow with only his right hand. When all the blood was poured into the spear grass, he took off the Hunter's Armor, revealing his pale chest. He saw a dark blood-like tissue in the middle of his chest. He was a little nervous. He took a deep breath, pinched the tip of the spear grass, and gently pierced it into the raised blood vessel-like magic mark.
The sharp pain suddenly pierced Dean's nerves.
The sharp pain made him feel like his scalp was going to explode. This magic mark was extremely weak and fatal. He didn't dare to pierce too deep. Otherwise, if he pierced through the magic mark, it would be equivalent to suicide.
When the spear grass was a little bit deep, he immediately put the tip in his mouth, puffed his cheeks, and blew hard.
The air squeezed the Parasitic Soul Worm's corpse pulp inside and injected it along the sharp tip into the blood vessel-like magic mark.
Dean felt as if something foreign had entered his heart. This feeling was extremely strange and painful. He was sweating and pushing the corpse pulp inside little by little into the magic mark.
After pushing out more than half, he felt that there was some air leaking. He pulled out the spear grass and saw that there was only some skin inside, but the thick blood was gone.
Dean looked down at the magic mark. The small hole that was pierced by the spear grass had healed. The adhesion was extremely amazing. He could still feel the bursts of pain from the magic mark, as well as the cold and hot feeling. This feeling was extremely strange, as if it was wrapped in a few pieces of freezing ice, but it was burning. He couldn't tell whether it was too cold or too hot.
Dean was tired. He leaned on the bag to rest. As time passed, the pain from the magic mark on his chest gradually subsided. Instead, it was filled with a very hot feeling, as if there was magma flowing inside. He gently touched it with his fingers. It was scalding hot. When he injected the corpse of the ghoul, the magic mark had swelled to its fullest, but now it was shrinking little by little, as if it was … digesting.
Dean felt extremely uncomfortable. Bursts of sleepiness hit his mind. He shook his head, braced up his spirit, picked up the bag, and returned to the direction of the Giant Wall. However, he had only taken a few steps when a strong drowsiness completely overwhelmed him. Although he knew that this was the wilderness and it was extremely dangerous, it was still difficult for him to resist the drowsiness that was like a landslide or a tsunami. He weakly sat on the ground and fainted.
Dean didn't know how much time had passed, but he was awakened by the cold wind.
He hadn't opened his eyes when he suddenly woke up. He quickly opened his eyes and saw red clouds hanging in the sky. A giant sun was setting in the west. It was dusk.
Dean hurriedly sniffed around. He immediately smelled two strange odors in the place where the previous battle took place. It should be the smell of blood that had attracted the monsters.
Cold sweat broke out on his back. He secretly rejoiced. If the monsters had come close to him while he was asleep, then he would have been completely finished. Fortunately, the smell of blood covered his smell, so he didn't encounter any danger.
Then he thought of the magic mark on his chest. He quickly looked down and was a little surprised. He saw that the blood vessels of the magic mark had returned to its usual saturation state. But the length was a third longer than before. Previously it was only half the length of a pinky finger, but now it was the length of two pinky fingers.
Dean reached out his hand and touched it. He didn't feel any pain. Instead, he felt that his fingers were very cold. He immediately put on the hunter's armor. Seeing that the night was coming, he immediately picked up the bag and turned to leave.
When the sky was completely dark, Dean had returned to the ruins that he had previously cleaned. He hid in the basement of a collapsed building which was covered with moss. It was full of dust and vines. He casually cleaned a place and sat down. He picked up dry firewood along the way and burned it into a fire. The warm flame baked his body and dispelled some of the chill.
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