Evelyn looked at the vampires who had revealed their true forms in fear. They bared their fangs and stretched out their bat wings. The power of the curse surrounded them and seeped into their essence, merging with the darkness and increasing their power. The blood of the ordinary people was replenishing their energy. A blood feast was unfolding.
O'Connor and Evelyn were lucky enough to receive special care. The four barons guarding them did not allow other vampires to hurt them.
Jonathan said in a trembling voice, "I finally know what the Eye of Horus and the others are!"
O'Connor said in shock, "They are a group of monsters, a group of monsters who rule Cairo."
The vampires polluted the two statues with their blasphemous blood. The jackal head statue of the God of Death and the falcon head statue of the God of Ra were covered in blood. Chen Ang used the Golden Sun Sutra to communicate with the two gods and even more gods. He kept chanting blasphemous spells. The great anger of Anubis made the whole city of the dead tremble. He cast a curse that was deeply engraved on Hong Fan who was the scapegoat.
Then, the God of Sun, Ra, Horus, and the God of the Underworld, Osiris, also cast a curse.
Chen Ang surrounded Hong Fan and watched as the gods and the Pharaoh cursed him. He watched as the powerful dark power completely drowned him. The heart in Chen Ang's hand sustained Hong Fan's only life force and soul. Chen Ang preserved most of Hong Fan's self and left the remaining empty existence to the gods and the Pharaoh. He used the power of the curse to change Hong Fan's essence.
This kind of guidance was thousands of times more difficult than walking on a tightrope. Chen Ang carefully controlled the huge power. The two sutras were like insignificant feathers compared to Hamunapta's three-thousand-year curse. But Chen Ang still used his knowledge and wisdom to guide the ritual on the right track and steal the power of the curse.
He chanted:
"The sun curses you. You will never walk under the sun, or you will be burned by fire."
"The Grim Reaper curses you. You will never be able to sleep peacefully. You will have no dreams, no sleep. Deep sleep is a curse to you."
"The God of the Underworld curses you. You will forever be rejected outside of the Underworld. Your soul will have nowhere to go and will wander the world forever, never to die, never to die!"
"Life curses you. Drink clear spring water like rotten water, enjoy delicious food like rotten soil. Other than fresh blood, everything that enters your mouth will be like rot to you."
"You will feed on blood and associate with darkness. You will never age or die. You will be tortured for all eternity. Even if your soul disperses, your shadow will wail in the void all day long. You have no shadow, no body temperature, and no heart. You are a rejected dead person, an abandoned soul. You are a vampire!"
With the end of the curse, the will of the gods left this place. The huge curse power of the city of the dead poured into Hong Fan's body. He stretched out his fangs and the huge blood-red bat wings on his back suddenly spread out. A huge dark power flowed on his body. His nails were like sharp claws and his eyes were extremely red. He casually grabbed the Spear of Judgment beside him and pierced through the statues of the Grim Reaper and the Sun God. Blood flowed out of the statues, but Hong Fan went forward and drank it.
As his power skyrocketed, the heart in Chen Ang's hand also shockingly turned into a purple-red crystal.
Chen Ang pressed the heart that had been tortured into Hong Fan's chest, and the power of the vampire test subject number one entered the rank of an Earl. With one step, he entered the ranks of the experts in God's Space. The skyrocketing power made Hong Fan almost unable to control himself. With the pain of the curse imprinted on his body, it was tormenting him every moment.
The bloodthirsty impulse almost made him disregard everything, but seeing Chen Ang's interested eyes, fear surged from the depths of his soul, making Hong Fan sober up again.
This made him almost speechless. Even after becoming an Earl and becoming a powerful True Lord of the vampire race, I'm still so afraid of Professor Chen. How deep is the shadow in my heart? Even the mentality of losing balance after the skyrocketing power, the inner demon, is still afraid of him!
And what he didn't know was that this time, Chen Ang was also curious. I was originally planning to wait for him to get complacent, then take him down and do some more overboard experiments. He still didn't fall for it after two times? Could it be that this is the intuition of a small animal? Speaking of which, bats are also small animals!
With the improvement of Hong Fan's bloodline origin, his descendants were also strengthened, and the curse power that pervaded the city of the dead also benefited them a lot. Nearly a hundred people were promoted to the lowest rank of baron, and a few old barons even directly became viscounts. In an instant, the power in Chen Ang's hands increased a lot.
And the ordinary people who had their essence and blood sucked dry in the blood feast also instilled a lot of blood energy into The Embrace after this large-scale ceremony, and became the next level of the vampire race. There were thousands of people in the camp, except for a few people that Chen Ang deliberately left behind, the rest were all transformed into the vampire race with at least the strength of a fully armed elite special forces soldier.
And Terence, who was specially taken care of by Chen Ang with a part of the curse power, also improved his attainment in magic to the level that was not inferior to Imoden, becoming a strange existence that was closer to the curse of the vampire race than Hong Fan.
Looking at Hamunatha whose curse power had been accumulated for a thousand years being used up, Chen Ang couldn't help but sigh in pity. "Hamunatha is a big battery, and he's been squeezed dry just like that. I still want to do a few more special experiments. " Although that was what he said, with this blood race atavism experiment, Chen Ang mastered the nature of the curse of the vampire race.
From then on, he could be said to know the vampire race like the back of his hand, and he could kill them at will.
In any world, Chen Ang was confident that he could recreate these strange life forms, so it could be said that he understood their original existence and soul password.
This was his biggest reward this time — he had made great progress in the school of necromancy, summoning, transformation, spell, enchantment, and biology, genetics, and virology. This could be seen from the fact that Chen Ang could adjust the blood race virus so that the newly transformed vampire could walk in the sun, but was still in a weak state.
Coupled with the city of the dead that was scheduled to be in his pocket, Chen Ang could be said to have gained a lot this time. The only bad news was that Imoden broke free and escaped when the power of the curse was at its peak. Imoden escaped before he was squeezed dry. Although this was all premeditated by Chen Ang, it still did not stop him from feeling regret.
What a good comrade Imoden was!
He selflessly contributed, took the lead during Chen Ang's experiment, and dedicated his precious power that he had accumulated for three thousand years for the completion of the curse ritual and the formation of the mummy army. He used his resentful curse and miserable experience to make a great contribution to Egypt's independence and Chen Ang's great cause. Such a good comrade who sacrificed himself for others and was willing to contribute, just like that! How could Chen Ang not feel pity?
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