Chapter 324 Fast Forward to Fighting Side by Side with the Blood Demon Bra

The soul fragment of Blood Demon Bra.

Or rather

part of the core.

In the process of crushing the soul just now, Lu Wenwu intercepted the core part, which contained a lot of strange power that he could not understand yet.

Lu Wenwu suspected that this strange power was the reason why the Blood Demon could always be resurrected.

Is it the power of the gods?

Or the world itself?

Study it first. If you really don’t understand it, wait until the blood demon is resurrected.

Judging from his experience, this kind of resurrection with immortality generally follows the same principles.

If you send it thoroughly, there will be a certain degree of randomness in the resurrection, and you can't tell which corner you will be resurrected in.

But if a certain body tissue is preserved, there is a high probability that this resurrection power will use this body tissue as a resurrection medium, which is equivalent to selecting a resurrection point.

Lu Wenwu thought for a while, raised his hand, and the Fire Dragon Staff shrank to an abnormal size.

As he touched the blood demon's soul fragment, his soul power was like a knife, and he neatly divided the fragment into two independent individuals.

He placed one piece in a basic magic storage box, and the other piece was carried in a jade box containing heavenly materials and earthly treasures. He sealed it with a soul restriction and sent it to the Dragon Mansion.

If the opponent can be resurrected directly in the Dragon Mansion, his expression should be quite exciting.

After putting away his things, Lu Wenwu exerted a little force on his feet, leaping up like a bird, and landed lightly in the distance.

The rain stopped.

The dark clouds have dispersed, the sky is bright and the moon is clear.

In the muddy soil, the old Ild was lying here, groaning in pain.

The newly custom-made expensive staff had been broken into seven or eight pieces during the fight between Lu Wenwu and the Blood Demon and scattered on the ground.

Lu Wenwu squatted down, looked at the distorted face, and said seriously: "Look, I just said you can't look back, right? How does it feel to be sucked out of life by the blood demon?"

Ild seemed to have regained some of his sanity.

He raised his hand with trembling efforts, trying to do something.

But the serious deficit in his body made it impossible for him to do it.

The smooth flow of magic power like the Yangtze River was no longer there, leaving only the fractured and shrinking meridians like a dry stream.

On that lifeless face, there were two lines of blood and tears flowing down.

His magic talent is gone.

The path of cultivation is interrupted.

For a guy who always prided himself on being superior to others because of his talent in casting spells and looked down on ordinary people, this was simply more uncomfortable than killing him.

Ild broke down and cried, begging Lu Wenwu to save him, treat his injuries, make up for his shortcomings, and swore to the God of Magic that he had realized his mistake.

Lu Wenwu shook his head slightly: "It's not that you knew you were wrong, you just knew that you were going to die."

"Please help me, please help me. You are so powerful. You must have a way." Ild burst into tears. "I am willing to serve you as my master and be your slave for the rest of my life."

"I don't need a slave, you are too good." Lu Wenwu said, "Besides, don't you think it's too late to say this now? After all, you only have ten left at most."

"Ten years? I only have ten years left to live?" Ild collapsed even more and let out an inhuman scream, "Blood Demon! You ruin my future and kill my way out. You and I are irreconcilable! I have nothing to do with you!"

Lu Wenwu looked at him with pity, and faintly uttered the second syllable: "Nine"

At that moment, Ild's voice suddenly stopped, like a goose that had been choked.

He tried hard to make some sound, but in the end, there was only the sound of the old bellows.

There was a dead silence in the forest, as quiet as a ghost.

"eight"

"seven"

As Lu Wenwu counted down, Ild's cloudy eyes grew wider and wider.

As soon as "一" was spoken, he seemed to have used up the last strength in his body and screamed violently.

Then, a breeze blew by, and the body that was too old to look like cracked apart inch by inch, turning into a puff of dust and flying away in the wind.

He left nothing behind except a set of tattered school magic robes and a wand twisted into a pile of metal shards.

"It is your own fault and you will not live."

Lu Wenwu put away his wand and released Maomao.

"I just want to have a dull campus life, reminisce about my youth, and study egg-filled pancakes. Why do you have to force me? Look, I'm going to sleep now, right?"

"Master, here comes the blond uncle and the old man with the sword."

Maomao raised her head and sniffed, then patted Lu Wenwu's leg with her paw.

"There are a few people I don't know."

Lu Wenwu raised his head and looked towards the castle area of ​​Magik Magic Academy. A few piercing sounds were so conspicuous in the silent night.

Especially the silver dragon Isidro. The silver-white dragon wings on his back are filled with colorful colors. It's hard not to notice.

"Xiao Wu, are you not injured? Where is the enemy? Who is it?"

This was his first sentence after falling down.

Isidro's eyes were very nervous, and he didn't even hold a wand in his hand. Instead, his whole body was filled with dragon power, ready to transform into his most powerful fighting form at any time.

"I'm fine, Uncle Isidro." Lu Wenwu said with a smile, "The enemy has been destroyed by me. It was Ild from the Arcane Academy. He was controlled by the blood demon."

"What!? Blood Demon!?"

Isidro was shocked, and his body was instantly covered with a layer of silver-white scales.

Goodall, who was a step behind, was also on high alert and drew his knight's sword: "Xiaowu, this is not a joke. The blood demon has been dead for at least two thousand years. How could he still be alive now? And you killed him?"

"That guy is stupid. He called me by his name to negotiate with me and wanted me to let him go." Lu Wenwu shrugged, "How is that possible? I just heard his legend this afternoon, so I naturally beat him up directly."

"Indeed, this is not impossible."

A vigorous and powerful voice sounded, and the person who came was the headmaster - the Fiery Sun God Douglas.

"But you two, don't be nervous. There is no danger here now. Mr. Tyrannosaurus has eliminated all dangerous factors. He is safe now, and the academy is also safe."

"Yes, his clothes are not even torn. He is as healthy as can be." Vice Dean Nettle, who is familiar with Lu Wenwu, added, "You two have been here for a short time, so it is normal that you don't know much. If it is really a blood demon, generally speaking, it will be fine."

"Hello, professors."

Lu Wenwu bowed to them.

Beside Nettle, there was a middle-aged man who had not been seen before. He should be the dean of the Arcane Academy.

Behind the few people, there was an old man who was holding a hammer in his left hand and a magic wand in his right hand, and he was a little out of breath.

Now he was looking at Lu Wenwu with an angry look after being deceived.

"Eh? Professor Wood, you're here too?" Lu Wenwu was a little surprised, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You little bastard, you never said you have this level of combat power! I've been worried for nothing!" Old man Wood swung his hammer angrily, "If Yin Yue hadn't taken the initiative to explain, I'm afraid I would have been kept in the dark by you!"

"Ah? You're making no sense! I thought you didn't ask!" Lu Wenwu looked innocent, "I can guarantee that I've only lied to you once so far. The materials I used to make the magic wand were not passed down from my ancestors."

Wood snorted, "If it wasn't passed down, where else could you get it? Did you steal it from the dragon tomb?"

"That's not the case." Lu Wenwu said with a smile, "I pulled it out of my body."

Pulled it out of my body! ?

Including the dean, several people were shocked, and their faces gradually became a little tense.

Damn, even if you dragons have strong recovery ability, you can't play like this, right?

What the hell are you after!

"So you were stealing... uh... hunting the Earth Hammer Dragon in the reserve just because you were hungry and wanted to eat something?" Douglas's expression became more and more strange.

He realized something, and it seemed that he had misunderstood before.

"Yeah, what else?" Lu Wenwu asked in confusion, "It wants to eat me, and I want to eat it too. It can't beat me, so I can only eat it, but I didn't expect there is such a thing as a reserve."

Now, the expressions of the other people began to gradually become more interesting.

It's reasonable that the dragon doesn't understand the rules of the human empire.

It's even more reasonable that the dragon is hungry and kills a sub-dragon species to eat meat.

With the physical fitness of the dragon, even a human form can knock down a sub-dragon species with one punch, there is nothing wrong with it!

All the mysteries have been solved!

"Then why do you want to go to jail honestly?"

The dean of the Arcane Academy was a little bit overwhelmed.

"You are a dragon! As long as you change back to your original form, who dares to arrest you and put you in jail? Those law enforcers will certainly invite you to the imperial capital politely. The Emerald Royal Family is eager to entertain a pure-blooded dragon! Who would want to offend the dragon clan?"

"Invite? Humph! Those bastards are just coveting our powerful bodies and want us to sign a contract with the knights of their family!" Isidro complained dissatisfiedly, "They are not good people!"

"But I don't know!" Lu Wenwu said righteously, "Although I have been wandering in human society for a while, there are too many countries on the continent. How can I know their laws and policies? If they say I did something wrong, then I will be punished. Anyway, the prison also provides food."

Dean of the Arcane Academy: "."

Legal, but sick.

I have never seen such a well-behaved dragon, which is a bit uncomfortable.

At this time, shouldn't you dragons immediately transform into dragon form and kill all the offenders, otherwise it will be an offense to the noble dragon?

What the hell is going to jail honestly?

Even the moderate silver dragon Isidro thought this was a bit too weird.

He looked at Lu Wenwu's serious expression and sighed silently in his heart.

This kid lacks the awareness of his race's status on the continent. He is really too honest!

Unless he really did something that would anger the heavens and the people, who would dare to let our dragons go to jail?

Even when it was popular to snatch princesses back to decorate the dragon's nest a long time ago, each country and force just symbolically sent a few suckers to go through the process.

Of course, by the way, you can also test whether there are dragon shame among the dragons.

Those wastes who can't even beat the legendary knights in a single fight, just die.

This is a rare trick to "legally" hunt dragons without being hunted down by the dragons.

Lu Wenwu didn't know what these professors thought, he just carried out his own practices and thoughts.

Convince people with virtue and reason.

Martial virtue is also virtue, and physics is also reason.

It's OK if there is one person who can decide, it doesn't matter which one it is.

"Professors, and the principal, I have something to ask."

As a socially anxious person, Lu Wenwu took the lead and broke the awkward and weird atmosphere.

"That blood demon Bula claimed that he would not die, and even if he died, he could be resurrected. What's the matter? And why can he make people who have no magic talent use magic after possessing him?"

"Well, this is a long story. In fact, this is not a secret between senior students and professors, but a campus legend," said Principal Douglas.

Then, he simply repeated the life story and legend of the blood demon Bula.

It's probably about a young genius who has been pursuing ancient magic but can't get it. He thinks that the college is hiding it and not teaching him. In the end, he became evil and went astray because of hatred. In the end, he got the inheritance of the gods whose authenticity is unknown by chance, and then returned to school to angrily give up his head.

However, this is not important, and it can't be regarded as a legend.

The important thing is that the Blood Demon Bra can indeed be resurrected, and the time of resurrection after each death is not fixed.

The shortest time is only a short week, and the longest time is more than two hundred years.

After each resurrection, he may not be able to cultivate to a certain level again, mainly relying on luck - he is too incompetent as a grandfather, always cutting the host as leeks, and is very keen to return to school to give away heads before he is fully developed. It is too difficult to mix again.

What is even more incredible is that in the first few hundred years, the Blood Demon Bra actually did not have the power to bring magical talents to the host.

Until one day, he abnormally possessed an ordinary person who had no talent for casting spells at all, but manipulated this ordinary person to cultivate all the way to the level of a magician. Only then did the Magik Academy discover this strange phenomenon.

The academy also organized professors to try to capture and study it, but nothing was found.

The power that can lead to resurrection cannot be analyzed at all, and the soul of the Blood Demon Bra looks completely normal.

We can only guess based on the priesthood of the God of Blood and Dark Night that the Blood Demon Bula may have relied on some forbidden divine arts and the power of the gods to steal the spellcasting ability and cultivation talents of many previous hosts, and bestowed them on the hosts without talents later.

After all, the other name of the God of Blood and Dark Night is the God of Shadows and Thieves that thieves believe in.

If he is really the "holy son" chosen by the God of Blood and Dark Night, it is credible that he has such an ability.

Ordinary thieves steal money, and concept god thieves steal talents.

This makes sense, right?