Outside the pitch-black tower, a Red-Eyed Raven silently glided across the night sky.
Suddenly, in a brightly lit room on the fourth floor of the swamp tower that stood quietly, a blood-red fluorescent light shone and shot out of the window, blasting the red-eyed crow into a mist of blood.
"Hmph, this is the fourth one! What is that Eagle Eye trying to do? " Mary gently put away the Blood Bow in her hand and cursed, "Do you want me to talk to him now?"
"Looks like they've joined forces again!" Grimm replied indifferently as he busied himself.
Mary tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement with Grimm's point of view.
Eagle Eye, who was once one of the three strongest, was at most a high-ranked acolyte. If Mary was really angered, she could tear down his nest in minutes! Since the other party dared to send these lackeys to spy on them again and again, there must be someone supporting them from behind. In this Swamp Tower, the only one who could do this was that demonic worm Endik.
Most of the rooms on the fourth floor were for official Magi. Hence, apart from the luxurious and comfortable bedrooms, there was also a specialized study room and a small laboratory. At this moment, Grimm was meticulously lying on the small alchemy table, observing the changes in the drop of first blood through a special spell formation.
In the past few days, he had tried almost every method to activate the gene activity of this drop of first blood. In the end, he discovered that only blood filled with energy could save this drop of first blood. Thus, Grimm cut his wrist and poured his blood filled with fire elemental energy into a test tube.
Soon, he obtained a tube of boiling blood that had mutated slightly.
No, to be honest, this did not look like a tube of blood, but more like a blood monster trapped in a test tube.
The blood Grimm injected was quickly devoured by the first blood, then contaminated and mutated into a vampire's blood that was identical to his own. Although the fire energy in Grimm's blood killed a large number of Vampire Blood Factors, under the continuous attack of the Blood Factors, the fire energy was neutralized, and all of Grimm's blood was infected and mutated.
Then, the tube of blood turned into a blood monster that seemed to have its own consciousness. It kept pulling out needle-like tentacles from the sticky blood and madly stabbed the solid wall of the vulcanized test tube. If it weren't for the fact that the walls of the vulcanized tubes were as strong as magic alloys, they would have escaped.
Grimm was amazed as he observed their actions.
Too magical, simply too magical! In this strange world of high magic, even a drop of a high-ranked vampire's primordial blood could display such terrifying destructive power. It was conceivable that when a vampire injected this blood factor into the body of its prey, the life and death of the enemy would be in its hands.
Could it be that the secret of the high-ranking vampires being able to produce blood thralls on a large scale was hidden here?
After the first drop of the first blood had assimilated so much blood, it had hidden itself deep within the mass of blood. If Grimm had not relied on the A.I. Chip's help to attach a spiritual mark to the blood, it would have been difficult for him to find the true location of the first blood in the mass of blood that was constantly changing its surface structure.
The energy required for the mass of blood to move came from the nutrients produced by the decomposition of the Blood Factors. Hence, the more intense its activity, the more frenzied its movements became, and the smaller its body became. It was like a ball of raging flame, and its fuel was actually its own body.
When it finally realized that it could not escape, the mass of blood finally calmed down and entered a dormant state. At this time, it had shrunk from the size of an egg to the size of a thumb. According to the A.I. Chip's estimation, this thumb-sized mass of blood could sustain its life for half a year. It would only enter a dormant state when it was stimulated by the outside world.
Were the vampires of the other world so terrifying? Or was there something special about the vampire that Anderson and the rest were trying to kill?
It was no wonder that after Mary became a vampire, her intelligence was slightly impaired, and her temperament became irritable and irritable. Anyone whose body was filled with this kind of blood that could spontaneously combust at any time would find it hard to remain calm and meticulous.
According to the characteristics of this drop of first blood, Grimm had reason to suspect that when the owner of the blood was close enough, it was possible to control this drop of blood again, and then control the owner's consciousness and life.
For this reason, Grimm had searched through all the records and experimental descriptions related to vampires, piecing together the direction and path of evolution of the vampire race bit by bit. He was trying to find a way for Mary to break through the shackles of her blood.
Mary was, after all, a mutated vampire. To put it bluntly, she was just a slightly more advanced blood thrall. If that high-ranked vampire appeared in front of Mary, she might not even have the chance to control her own fate. Hence, Grimm's goal in researching the first blood was to sever the spiritual connection between the mutated blood and its source bloodline, thus allowing her to become the true owner of his body!
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At the entrance of the magic swamp.
It was still the same desolate and desolate hillside.
With an ear-piercing whistle, a witch wearing a gray sorcerer's robe and a gray pointed hat descended from the sky on her flying broomstick and stepped into the wilderness.
When she stepped down from the broomstick with difficulty, a lively and adorable little girl who looked like a doll jumped out from behind her. She was not tall, had a baby face, and was holding a golden birdcage in her hand. It was Alice, the one who had suffered a great loss in the magic swamp.
"Great-grandmother, this is the place!" Although Alice looked sweet, when she saw the familiar scene in front of her, her azure blue eyes shot out rays of hatred. "Those bastards who bullied me live in there!"
The witch that Alice called 'great-grandmother' had a face that was old beyond recognition.
Below the crooked, dirty, pointy hat was the ugly, old face of a woman. Her face was full of wrinkles that looked like the bark of a tree. She had a hooked nose that looked like an eagle's beak, turbid gray eyes, and yellowish, broken teeth. Her body was bent, and her hand was leaning on the flying broomstick. She couldn't help but gasp for breath for a long time when she moved slightly.
But it was such a weak old witch who could fall to the ground and die at any time, who had a terrifying and powerful mental fluctuation.
When she held the broomstick and gasped for breath for a while, she took out a dirty black pottery cake from her bosom and ordered coldly, "Go, Alice, crush this into powder and scatter it into the swamp!"
Although the old witch's voice was old, her words had a majesty that no one dared to disobey. Even Alice, a cunning and black-bellied woman, did not dare to disobey her will. She obediently walked to the magic swamp with the pottery cake, crushed it into powder, and scattered it into the thick mist shrouding the swamp little by little.
While doing this, Alice even laid a thin layer of Space Barrier on her hand, so that her skin would not come into contact with the inconspicuous pottery cake at all. It was an item taken out from the bosom of the witch Endor. If it was said that there was no terrifying poison on it, then the name of the Toxic Witch would not be spread so loudly!
As expected, not long after the pottery pancakes were scattered, a new mist rose from the damp swamp and slowly blended into the swamp mist. As the new mist spread over a large area of the magic swamp, all the magical creatures living in this area suffered a disaster.
A Red-eyed Crow landed on the ghost tree at the edge of the magic swamp. It tilted its head and looked at the two outsiders who suddenly appeared. Its fluffy black feathers suddenly exploded without a sound, and the scattered flesh and bone fragments turned into a new blood mist and merged into the air.
Along the direction where the water mist spread, all the individuals with magical elements, whether it was plants or animals, exploded the moment they came into contact with the water mist. On the other hand, the ordinary plants that were close to them were not affected at all.
Therefore, as the invisible water mist spread, the Red-eyed Crow, killing tree, Vampiric Rattan, Green-spotted Snake, Hag, Baby Bogey, and even the Parasitic Magical Insects suddenly exploded while they were moving freely in their habitats. When a large number of magical creatures died, the remaining individuals were those with a keen sense of danger. They no longer cared about the monster territory of the magic swamp, and one by one, they used their fastest speed to escape in the direction of the water mist.
In the beginning, such a disturbance was only limited to the periphery of the magic swamp. When the water mist slowly invaded the inner periphery of the magic swamp, a magical creature finally went berserk.
At this time, the patrolling sorcerer-apprentices finally realized that something was wrong. Under the layers of notification, the entire swamp tower began to light up.
Compared to the formal sorcerer tower in the Dark Crypt, the tower in the magic swamp was a lot simpler and weaker. Although most of the facilities inside could be considered complete, the monitoring of the entire swamp area was a lot weaker.
Although the Salubo Family had been prosperous in history, the rank 4 Wizard had left for a long time, and a new rank 4 Wizard had not been born for a long time. Therefore, the family's prestige and power had greatly declined.
For a small resource point like this, the Salubo Family did not have the financial resources to build a formal sorcerer tower to protect it, so they could only replace it with a weaker tower. Therefore, when a powerful enemy invaded, their reaction was clumsy and slow.
When the magic swamp fell into chaos, Wizard Anderson, who controlled the swamp tower, finally walked out of the wizard lab and quickly locked on to the enemy's location.
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