In the mud, the Crocodile Hunter moved quickly.
Ever since it passed through the lightning trap, the disturbance to the earth elemental energy had disappeared.
To save his life, Grimm had to give up on the Rock Python and let it deal with the terrifying lightning element Quasi-Magus. He secretly summoned the Crocodile Hunter and escaped with Mary.
Mary was now more like a pile of charcoal that had been dug out from a fire than a person.
Her skin had been charred, and the slightest touch would cause countless ashes to fall. After the charcoal was peeled off, the steaming hot flesh and tendons were revealed. It was obvious that the high temperature from the violent electricity had killed most of Mary's bones and flesh.
If it were a normal person, they would have died a long time ago.
However, Mary was indeed a bloodline acolyte. Her Vampire bloodline gave her the strange property of having an indestructible heart core and an indestructible soul. In this mess of charcoal and cooked meat, a weak soul aura could still be felt.
"A.I. Chip, scan Mary's condition and provide the most reliable treatment plan!" Although Grimm's heart was trembling, his tone was still calm and steady.
[Beep, status scan initiated … Warning, warning, target's flesh is less than 7%, heart core has been damaged … Warning, warning, target's life aura is still deteriorating. If we don't intervene in time, heart core will be destroyed …]
"Don't talk so much nonsense, just tell me the most feasible treatment plan!" Grimm interrupted impatiently.
"Blood, a lot of blood … The target has the constitution of a Vampire. As long as there's enough blood, even if her entire body is destroyed, as long as her heart core comes into contact with fresh blood, she can be reborn from it!"
"Blood?"
Grimm shook his head and scolded himself for being stupid. Mary was a Vampire, if not blood, then what could he use to save her?
"Immediately change directions and find an area with the most abundant subterranean creatures. Quick! "
Half an hour later, the Crocodile Hunter's huge body suddenly emerged from the ground at a gathering place of green-skinned Gnomes.
Green-skinned Gnomes were a subspecies that resembled humans, with an average height of one metre. Their green skin was as tough as cowhide, and they had a pair of wide ears like a donkey's. Their diet was so wide that it could cover all organic substances. It could be said that in the Underground World, apart from rocks and soil, almost everything else was in their diet.
Because their individual strength was too weak, they developed the habit of living in groups.
In the Underworld, the Green-skinned Gnomes were at the bottom of the food chain, but they were the most widespread and numerous. Their biggest characteristic was that they could eat anything and they were especially good at eating raw food.
Logically speaking, such weak creatures didn't deserve to survive, but they could be found in every region of the Underworld. The reason for this was very simple.
Food was scarce in the underground world, and it was very difficult to find a stable source of food. That was why the Green-skinned Goblins were like a flock of sheep. Once they couldn't find food to fill their stomachs, they would barge into the Green-skinned Goblins' settlement and eat one or two to fill their stomachs.
To be honest, the flesh and blood of these green-skinned goblins were sour and tough, and they had a stench that was difficult to get rid of. Therefore, unless they were extremely hungry, the underground creatures were not willing to torture their stomachs.
Perhaps this was the main reason why the green-skinned goblins would never go extinct.
But today, the Green-skinned Goblins of this group were out of luck!
In a narrow cave, more than a hundred Green-skinned Goblins were gathered in the camp to cook "food." The camp was so simple that it was hopeless. Other than the scattered gravel, there were countless holes dug out from the mud. The only tent was just a wooden stick with a piece of cloth that was so dirty that its original color couldn't be seen.
And it was this tent that even the vagrants of human society were unwilling to step into, but it was the greatest manifestation of the Green-skinned Goblin leader's personal status!
It should be dinner time for the Green-skinned Goblins. All the Goblins who went out to hunt had returned one after another. They were chattering noisily as they threw the geckos and small insects they brought back into the huge stone pot in the middle of the camp. The bonfire was burning, and the turbid and dirty soup in the stone pot was green. Countless strange objects were tumbling and floating in it.
There were bones of unknown origin, pieces of meat with strange colors, sharp magic beast teeth, shelled insects rolling and hissing, and horrifying pale eyes …
Two or three Green-skinned Goblins stood on a high platform, using wooden sticks to stir the stone pot, causing the unknown substances at the bottom of the pot to tumble up. It was this pot of flesh and blood stew filled with poisonous substances, but it was the "food" that all the Green-skinned Goblins yearned for the most.
Countless Goblins gathered around the bonfire with stone bowls in their hands, pushing and shoving each other for a spot in the front row while waiting for the arrival of the leader. As the leader of the Goblins, he naturally had the right to enjoy the "food" first.
Thus, amidst the chaos of the demons, the Demon Crocodile Hunter barged in.
Grimm carried Mary out of the demon crocodile and looked coldly at the ugly scene in front of him. He said in a low voice, "Kill them all!"
After saying this, he walked to the side without a care.
After finding a slightly cleaner place, Grimm gently placed Mary on the ground.
With just this slight movement, Mary's pitch-black body was reduced to countless ashes.
Grimm pulled out a dagger from his waist and stabbed it into Mary's chest without hesitation. Cutting open the half-cooked flesh, Grimm did not care about the rising heat waves. He used his hand to pry open the flesh, revealing the dying "heart" under the chest.
This was Mary's heart, as well as her consciousness core.
It could be said that as long as the consciousness core was still there, even if the rest of the body was damaged, it could still be reborn through blood.
After exposing Mary's heart, Grimm did not hesitate to cut his wrist. As soon as the dripping blood fell on the shriveled heart, it brought a trace of vitality. The originally yellowish-white withered flesh instantly turned bright red. Tiny blood vessels spread out from the flesh like branches, growing and extending crazily.
They quickly formed a thin layer of blood membrane that wrapped around the heart. As Grimm's blood continued to drip, the membrane continued to extend outwards, extending the tentacle-like blood vessels to the surrounding parts of Mary's body.
At a speed visible to the naked eye, Mary's heart returned to normal.
Blood continued to drip. Every drop of blood that fell on the heart would be absorbed into it in the shortest time possible. Finally, with a soft thud, Mary's heart began to beat again.
"Blood, I want more blood …"
Mary's charred lips split open, revealing the dark red flesh underneath. Mary's thirsty cries could be heard from her mouth.
His blood was far from enough!
"Still not done?" Grimm growled in a low voice.
At this time, the Gnome Camp was already in a bloody mess.
The Demon Crocodile had skillfully used an earthquake spell to collapse the entrance of the cave. It was swaying its huge body and wantonly slaughtering the green-skinned monsters with its earth spears. The Aborigine Centipede had separated from the Demon Crocodile and was striding to Grimm's side. The long earth spears in its hands were pierced by two green-skinned Gnomes.
With a light swipe of its hand, a pit half a meter deep appeared. The Aborigine Centipede tore apart the bodies of the Gnomes and threw them to the edge of the pit. As large amounts of blue blood gushed out from the broken bodies of the Gnomes, the bottom of the pit gradually became wet and muddy.
The Demon Crocodile was in charge of the slaughter, while the Aborigine was in charge of letting out the blood. It only took a few minutes for the pit to be filled with blue blood. At this moment, there was a tall pile of corpses at the edge of the pit. Strangely shaped corpses of Gnomes could be seen everywhere.
Grimm carefully moved Mary's slightly recovered body into the blood pool. As Mary's body was swallowed by the blue blood, the bubbling sound caused the blood pool to boil.
The water level of the blood pool began to drop.
"Hurry up, we need more blood!"
Under Grimm's urging, more Goblins were thrown to the side of the pond. The flowing blue blood converged into a blood spring that continuously flowed into the pond. Only then was Mary able to replenish the Goblins' energy consumption.
After a quarter of an hour, there was a soft splash. Blood splattered everywhere and the blue blood surged. A naked and perfect female body flew out of the blood pool and floated in the air.
Mary, who had just resurrected, was clearly a little confused. Her green eyes suddenly opened and blankly looked around. A layer of sparkling and translucent luster flowed on her delicate and fair skin. Her delicate and delicate body was exquisite and translucent, charming and alluring.
After blinking her eyes and thinking for a moment, Mary finally regained her memories.
"You … You're Grimm? I … I'm Mary! "
In just a few seconds, the old Mary had returned.
"Damn it, why did you use such filthy blood to resurrect me? Bastard, don't you know that I hate the blood of these lowly creatures the most? " Before Grim could greet her, Mary sniffed her body and started to complain in a shrill voice.
Well … Well, Grimm had to admit that he did not know much about the vampires. Especially the terrifying combination of a vampire and a woman. It was a mysterious species that was hard to fathom!
"Welcome back! Thank you! "Grimm stepped forward and bowed with sincerity. His words also contained two layers of meaning, and only the two of them could fully understand the meaning behind it.
In the previous battle, if Mary did not have to protect the fragile Grimm, she could have easily broken through the lightning trap with minimal damage. However, she chose to protect Grimm with all her might, which caused her to suffer even more serious injuries. Even her mind core was on the verge of shattering.
If Grimm did not feel touched by this, then he would really be a stone man with a heart of stone. However, as an acolyte who needed to be calm and emotionless at all times, he preferred to hide his feelings deep in his heart and only take them out when he was lonely.
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