For ordinary people, the composition of blood came from two parts.
Paternal, and maternal.
Among Jon's paternal bloodline, the most powerful was obviously the legendary witch bloodline inherited by Helga.
There was no doubt that the legendary witch bloodline was powerful, but the bloodline inherited from Jon's maternal bloodline was also very powerful.
And strangely powerful.
At first, Helga didn't find that there was such a bloodline in Jon's body.
If the human bloodline level was a pyramid, then among all the components in Jon's body, the dominant bloodline was obviously the bloodline inherited by Helga. The bloodline inherited from Jon's maternal side didn't show anything special.
Until the last time Jon's Patron incident.
It wasn't the traditional Patron of the Hufflepuff family, the honey badger, but a black swallow without feet.
Jon of course didn't know the origin of this swallow for the time being, but after Helga analyzed the picture described by Jon, this swallow wasn't the so-called Thorn Bird, and the West didn't have a Thorn Bird family with a Thorn Bird as their Patron.
So the most likely possibility was that the bloodline was inherited from the maternal side.
It came from Jon's ancestor, the Wizard, who came from the East.
China had always been mysterious, the most mysterious of mysteries. The West knew little about China, so Helga didn't have any clues.
And Jon knew that there was a problem with it.
During the battle for the Guardian God position, his swallow had relied on its speed advantage to snatch the traces of the laws. It shouldn't be able to defeat the honey badger in a head-on battle, but to be able to survive until the end, it shouldn't be too bad.
"Who cares which bloodline is enhanced?" Jon sat on the chair, tied the straps, and comforted himself: "Anyway, the bloodline that is enhanced is my bloodline, and my strength is always my own."
Above him was a telescopic machine, in which Jon had inserted the test tube. As soon as the scheduled time was up, the machine would reach in front of Jon and pour the potion in the test tube into Jon's mouth.
After sitting in the cellar for less than half an hour, the time was almost up.
The pre-set countdown ended. The telescopic mechanical arm in front of Chown started to operate as the electric current flowed in. The air purifier that was temporarily installed also started to hum, transporting the turbid air out of the cellar.
At this time, Jon, who was tied in the chair, stared at the blue-purple potion in the test tube pushed in front of him by the mechanical arm.
The color of this potion changed according to the user's blood. Jon knew that he didn't have the ability to interfere with the legendary Wizard's formula, so naturally, it was better to "follow the doctor's advice".
So, in addition to the buzzing air purifier, there was only the faint sound of liquid swaying from the test tube in the silence.
In order to pursue the absolute purity of the potion extraction, Jon used the atomization method to extract the potion as much as possible. Although it took a lot of time, the extracted potion was not a trace of waste, and after adding the Cedarwood Flower, it was as gentle as possible.
In Helga's words, it was basically completely safe, and it wouldn't be too painful.
Although he was still skeptical, Jon could only hope that what the legendary witch said was true.
He looked nervous, as if the thing in the test tube was not a carefully developed potion, but a fierce poison that could create zombies.
Taking a deep breath, Jon opened his mouth and let the potion pour in from the test tube.
So cold.
After all, the three test tubes that contained the magic potion had been refrigerated by Jon before, keeping it in a liquid state under low temperature, so as not to accidentally expose it to the air and become a waste product.
And when the potion entered his mouth, he had to swallow it immediately.
Then.
Jon felt like he was going to explode.
The huge potion poured into Jon's mouth like a tide, depriving him of his sense of taste and sound in an instant. He opened his mouth to say something and swallowed some air, then he only felt his mouth quickly go numb.
Sensory deprivation.
He immediately wanted to reach out and touch himself, but the restraint of the chair made his fingers only touch his other fingers. The touch from his fingertips was no longer the softness of flesh and blood, but there was no feeling at all.
The only feeling came from inside his body, as if he had just swallowed a germinating seed. The power of the magic potion grew countless "tentacles", drilled into the capillaries of his esophagus, and then poured into Jon's blood vessels.
However, this also reduced some of the pain.
It was within the range of tolerance.
He was about to smile, but then, the numbness and itchiness in his limbs and bones made him completely lose the courage to smile.
It was like a serious injury that broke all the bones in his body. The pain of the broken bones was unbearable, but it was only a temporary problem, and it would be over after a while.
What was really unbearable was when he was recuperating. The numbness and itchiness caused by the small stubble on his bones was definitely the most torturous feeling when he could not move.
When the potion finally finished surging, and the pain of drilling a hole in his chest was no longer there, Jon finally ushered in the third wave of state.
His soul was empty.
Although he was still in his body, he had lost all feeling. It was as if someone had cut off the connection between his soul and his body with a knife, locking his soul in there.
Fortunately, it was not the first time he had experienced such a scene.
There was no fear, and there was no struggle. Jon seemed to have returned to a place he had been to before. After losing the sense of time, the darkness was not as unbearable as he imagined.
It was fine as long as he did not let himself get lost, because the darkness would eventually pass, and he would eventually return to the familiar world.
He did not know how much time had passed, but the first thing he felt when he returned was his keen perception.
He could feel every heartbeat of his own, and the sound of the purified blood flowing in his blood vessels.
The numbness disappeared from his body like a ebbing tide, leaving behind only power. Chown closed his eyes, and the magic power flowed back to him from his limbs and bones, announcing its existence to him.
He had become stronger again, but this time, it was not an advancement, but an evolution.
After resting for a while, Jon gently struggled, and the leather that bound him, which had now been ravaged to the point of being extremely fragile, was torn apart. He put on the ring again, waved his magic wand, and cleaned up the blood and dirt here, and then left.
When he walked out of the basement, the guards outside were already drowsy.
Jon raised his head.
It was dawn.
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