Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 1082 The Worst Blood Race Grand Duke in History

Ren originally thought that after completing a few dungeons, he would at least be able to shake his prestige twice after returning to the main world, not to mention walking sideways?
But reality slapped him hard.

The sun disappeared strangely, and the whole continent was plunged into darkness for three full days, and then a bunch of monsters and monsters exploded.

At first glance, the world of Ling·Steam is not as good as a dog at the fourth level, and the fifth level is full of ground.

Not to mention Mr. Lei, even Mr. Gai, you have to take it easy when your mother is here. If you are too high-profile, you may die.

Artoria looked at the invisible old mage who disappeared, and said softly:
"Is that person just now a sixth-order?"

She also detected the sky elder just now, and the other party looked a little confused, but he was a legendary mage up to level 36.

You know, level 35 is the peak of the fifth level.

Ren thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, it shouldn't be that strong."

Beyond the peak of Tier [-], it does not mean Tier [-].

That old mage from the natural school hides his secrets and is terrifyingly strong, but he should not be at the sixth level. At best, he is at the half-step sixth level of "Demon God King" Getia (Moon World).

Most Dark Lords should be below level 35.

But it's not absolute, at least the "lord of original darkness" is by no means comparable to ordinary dark lords.

After seeing so many strong men in a short period of time, Artoria sighed:

"It feels like this world may be destroyed by the strong at any time."

The sky changed, the sun disappeared, and too many bosses were attracted at once.

She arrived these two days earlier than Rennes, and she saw more powerful people, not to mention the natural schools where saints gather together, such as the Church of Light, the Steam Alliance, and the Demon Hunter Association, almost all of them have strong people comparable to the Prince of Darkness, Not just one.

"Ok?"

Ren suddenly felt something, without saying a word, he pulled out the magic knife and swung it.

Swish!
The faint blue light of the sword pierced through the void like a peak in the sky, cut through the force wind surging on the west side, and accurately slashed on a vortex of bloody flames!

Bang! !

The two collided fiercely, and the next moment, the light of the knife shattered, and the vortex of bloody flames also disintegrated, and the violent wind burst out like a loud explosion.

A blood-colored figure grunted and backed up in the air.

After retreating tens of meters, the blood flames on his body dissipated, revealing a handsome but very pale face.

He was wearing a black tuxedo, his hair was combed shiny, and there were several jewel rings on his pale and thin fingers like dry bones.

The clothes and every action are noble, but also have a dangerous and cold atmosphere.

The most eye-catching thing is the pair of bat wings on his back. Surging blood flames linger on the surface of the wings, like two hideous scythes like high-temperature soldering irons.

This is a blood prince.

The man stopped backing, glanced at the clothes on the elbows that were cut by the blade and the blood stains, raised his blood-red eyes, looked at Ren coldly, and said:

"That's right, he was able to injure me with one blow, the noble, great, and immortal descendant of the holy blood, Mahat! A little capable."

His words are full of arrogance, just like a master commenting on a strong slave in the arena, he is superior in his bones.

This was when he was injured by a blow.

"Blood Duke?"

A ray of divine light shot out of Artoria's strange-colored pupils, and she glanced at him.

This arrogant blood prince is not weak, he is estimated to be at level 23-24, and he is considered to be the best of the same level.

Grand Duke Mahat of the Blood Race looked at Artoria, who could not help but brighten his eyes with her exquisite face and holy temperament, and said:
"Woman, you are not bad, kneel down, I will give you the original blood and make you my eighth concubine."

From what I said, it seemed to be a great honor to be his concubine.

"Ouch."

Ren stared at the blood prince with his nostrils upturned, quietly clenched the handle of the knife with his fingers, and said with a smile, "Little bat, I should say you are stupid and ignorant, but you still have good eyesight."

Those who are familiar with him know that Lei has murderous intentions.

He actually hid his strength, what he just revealed was only at the beginning of the fifth level.

Arturia's face also turned cold, and the force of the storm in her palm condensed, saying:

"Kill this annoying guy."

It wasn't that she was irritated by the other party's trash talk, but that the blood prince's attitude of treating humans as slaves or domestic animals reminded her of the disgusting Tianlong people in the OP world.

To a certain extent, the ideas and concepts of some demon descendants are really similar to those of Tianlong people.

Because in the distant dark age (Second Epoch), demons ruled this world, and human beings were raised as slaves and blood-eating captives by them.

"Happy to serve."

Ren smiled, and there was a faint blue cold light on the magic knife.

But before he could do anything, after hearing Arturia's words, the blood prince Mahat looked surprised, and immediately flew into a rage:

"What did you say? It's your greatest honor to be considered by me, a lowly, stupid human being..."

"Stop."

Ren interrupted him, maybe because the other party was too stupid, but it made him curious, "Excuse me, Mr. Mahart, how many years have you been asleep?"

The demons are long-lived species, they can sleep deeply, and the speed of life passing in deep sleep is very slow.

For a demon descendant of the Dark Duke level, it is not uncommon to sleep for 1000 years at a time.

"One thousand five hundred years!"

Mahat, the grand duke of the blood clan, looked arrogant, "Unexpectedly, during the time when the great me was sleeping, humble humans have already occupied the vast land, and they are breeding everywhere.

It can only be said that animals are animals, without their owners, they will wantonly mate..."

He was eloquent and said all kinds of anti-human things.

He didn't know that the opponent was hiding his strength, so he was full of confidence.

Arturia came to a sudden: "It turns out that I have been asleep for too long, and I have fallen asleep."

Ren nodded and echoed: "I just woke up, changed into a gorgeous set of clothes, ran out to wander around without clearing my mind.

My dog ​​was not tied properly, barking wildly, everyone laughed at me. "

Mahat: "..."

(Д｀)σ, what's wrong with humans in this era, they are so stupid that they can't even understand human speech?
He had said it all, and was willing to bestow precious origin blood so that that woman could be transformed into a noble and immortal blood.

But she refused and threatened to kill him, which is unreasonable.

That man was even more stupid, thinking that if he was careless, he was injured by a hair, so he could win him?
"Stupid human beings don't know how to praise."

Mahat was furious, and he raised his right hand, and the surging blood energy in his body immediately spread like a hundred feet of raging waves, condensed and compressed under his control, and finally turned into thousands of long spears arranged in the void.

Those scarlet spikes were bloody and dense, making people shudder.

He is very brave, as the existence of the core clan of demons, he has a strong bloodline, extraordinary talents, and his combat power is generally stronger than that of humans at the same level.

He thought it would not be difficult for him to deal with the two humans who had just "entered" the legendary realm.

Ren and Arturia looked at each other and shook their heads.

Before switching to the dungeon, the two of them teamed up, and they probably couldn't beat this rather powerful blood prince, but now...

Guarded by countless blood guns, Mahat was aggressive, staring at Artoria with cruel and bloodthirsty eyes, and said in a cold tone:

"Stupid woman, dare to refuse me, I will suck your blood little by little, make your skull into a wine glass, let..."

Bang! !

Before he finished speaking, a large azure storm handprint was slapped on his head and face, and the void trembled, and the tens of thousands of blood guns lined up in the void instantly shattered into blood mist!
The mahatma handprint of the storm continued to linger, and hit Mahat, the wind blade shredded the surging blood wall of his body, twisted his body and shot blood, and flew hundreds of meters in embarrassment all the way!
"Cough cough..."

Mahat flapped his bat wings wildly, barely stopped backing, his pale face was covered with blood, his clothes were torn, and there were many deep bloodstains left.

This slap seemed to have stunned him a bit. He looked at Artoria whose palm was lingering in a storm, and said in surprise:

"you……"

The breath of life of these two human beings is very immature. I thought that this kind of genius of the younger generation was at most a newcomer to the sanctuary, but I never thought that he seemed to be a senior saint.

While speaking, the dense wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the splashed blood also turned into billowing blood mist in the air, floating and sinking around him.

"What a tenacious vitality." Artoria frowned.

She controlled her strength at around level 24, and she failed to seriously injure the opponent with one blow.

At this time, Renn had also circled to the rear, blocking the retreat of the blood prince, with a murderous aura lingering on the magic knife.

Mahat's heart trembled. At the critical moment, he managed to regain his senses from the state of arrogance.

"Wake up, Skeleton Emperor!"

He roared angrily, no longer held back, and launched a big move.

boom!
Surging blood energy gushed out of his body, merged with the nearby blood tide field, and the energy fused, a skeleton giant with a height of several hundred feet emerged.

The skeleton of the giant skeleton is cast like a red crystal, with soul fire dancing in its eyes, in a humanoid form, but its two skeleton palms are huge, like the claws of a ferocious beast.

"Cut, sword twenty-three!" Ren looked disdainful, and slashed at the giant skeleton and Mahat behind it.

The magic knife reappeared, time and space froze for an instant, and the sharp edge cutting the void amazed Shi Shi, and cut the fierce giant skeleton standing in the blood tide in half!
puff!
The knife light continued to fall, and the blood mist separated along the way, easily tearing Mahat's right arm and half of his body, and blood shot out!

"what!"

Mahat let out a scream, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his face was contorted in pain.

Who can tell him why these two infantile human geniuses are so powerful?

Skeleton Emperor + Blood Domain, couldn't block a blow, he didn't even see how the opponent made the strike.

"Ok?"

Ren was very dissatisfied with this, and frowned slightly, "No seconds?"

Because he wanted to test the strength comparison at the same level, he suppressed it to level 24, but "Sword Twenty-Three" is also a skill, and he didn't defeat the opponent with a single blow.

Yes, Mahart is far from a major hit.

He roared, and the right arm and the small half of the chest and abdomen flew back under the traction of the blood mist. The blood squirmed from the wound, like a broken mirror reunited, and the limbs on both sides quickly joined together.

Ren and Arturia on the opposite side looked at each other and sighed:
"What a tenacious vitality."

The test results came out.

Even at the same level, it is not difficult for him and Artoria to defeat each other, but if the opponent escapes, it is not easy to kill.

The vitality of the demons is much stronger than that of humans.

Although human saints can also connect broken limbs, it is by no means as easy as this blood prince. It is so easy that it can be glued with 502 glue and it will be fine.

To put it bluntly, any demon-born dark prince who goes to the OP world may be able to replace "Hundred Beasts" Kaido as the strongest creature.

Thinking of this, Ren and Artoria have already outflanked Mahart.

"Haha, you two, you have something to say, something to say."

A smile uglier than crying appeared on Mahart's face, and he said in a panic, "We have no grievances or enmities, why don't we go to the other side, my father is Prince Hammond, a general under the great Nightmare Lord, I... ..."

"It's late." Artoria looked indifferent, and drew out the radiant holy spear.

It's fine if the other party doesn't talk about the Nightmare Monarch, but if they talk about it, there will be new and old grudges.

When besieging the Blood Duke Ariel back then, a projection from the Nightmare Lord descended, almost killing her and Ren in seconds, and the memory is still fresh.

"Tsk tsk, here we go again, my dad is like Li Gang."

Ren shrugged, bared his teeth at Mahat, and mocked with an emoji-style contempt, "You eat shit!"

Mahat: "..."

Σ(дlll)
What's wrong with humans now?
Are you not even afraid of the Dark Prince, or even the Dark Lord?

'Shadow! '

Ren's face was grim, and when he slashed with the magic knife in his hand, nine blue knife lights bloomed at the same time. In the next few moments, he repeated the action more than a dozen times, and hundreds of knife lights burst out in less than 0.01 seconds!
Densely dense, like the blue solitary moon knife light, formed a gorgeous net of death knives, covering Mahat!

"No!"

Facing the fierce slash that blocked all directions and strangled everything, Mahat let out a desperate roar.

He struggled with all his strength, and the bloody waves in the field surged, turning into countless sharp blades and spears, which bloomed like huge bloody piranhas.

But it was useless, the azure blade was invincible, the ferocious piranha's blood thorn field was roughly cut open, no matter how Mahat struggled in it, it was finally covered by dense blade light!
puff! !

Strangled with a knife, Mahat's body was dismembered, turning into hundreds of stumps and flying with gushing blood!
But just like that, he wasn't dead yet.

Mahat wailed terribly, the blood mist surged, and the bewitching blood light at the cut of his stump squirmed, as if he wanted to reunite.

At this moment, holy power gushed out from Artoria's holy spear, and she threw it at Mahat!
boom! !

The holy spear lingering around the holy power turned into a spiral of light and flames, sweeping away all the stumped limbs in an instant, and the glorious holy power also collided fiercely with the permeating blood mist, creating a surging and raging wind!
"what!!"

Mahat screamed, his head, chest, arms and other shattered limbs were all ignited, melting and vaporizing in the holy flame.

The blood energy and the holy power, the two are like incompatible rivals, colliding fiercely, strangling and annihilating each other, as if they will not stop until they completely wipe out each other, and groups of light streams that expand and explode explode in the void from time to time!
In the end, Mahat was reduced to ashes in the holy flame.

"My father will not let you go!"

This is his last words, full of resentment, regret, and aggrieved.

It can only be said that he was a little unlucky, but he happened to meet the siblings Artoria and Ren.

Even if the two have been hiding their clumsiness and maintaining their strength at the level of the beginning of the fifth level, it is not something he can challenge alone to win.

What's more, Ren was afraid of long nights and dreams, but he chose to fight with his sister in groups. In the case of two-on-one, Mahat could barely hold on for two times. It can only be said that he is not bad.

Nai He didn't look at the almanac when he went out, so he took the lunch box aggrieved.

The holy flame dissipated and ashes fell.

There are also a pair of dark red bat wings floating in the void, a bloody blood core, and a storage ring with a simple pattern.

This is what Artoria deliberately controlled the Holy Flame and kept.

"Get rich."

Ren was overjoyed, opened the space door with a swipe of his hand, and quickly put the three items inside.

Bat wings and blood core, these are the two most precious materials of the blood race, and these are the materials of a dark prince. If they are sold, they are worth at least 2 gold coins.

That's not even counting the storage ring.

Grand Duke Mahat sounds like he is still a "Second Generation Ancestor". He has an awesome father at the level of a blood prince, and his wealth is not bad.

Looking at Ren who was picking up corpses like a little money fan, Artoria shook her head, with a hint of doting in her eyes.

After packing up the loot, Ren touched his chin and said:

"However, the strength of the demons at the same level is somewhat unexpected. Although we deliberately suppressed the strength, we have reached a higher level after all. This is still a bit unfair to Mahat."

Arturia nodded: "We've only reached the fifth level, so I'm afraid it's a bit difficult to deal with those old dark princes."

"For example, the father of the sand sculpture we killed, Prince Hammond of the blood clan, sounds like a scumbag."

Ren muttered.

Come on, there is one more enemy.

However, there is no need to worry about the debts. Besides, the Prince Hammond may not know that his son was killed by them.

During this period of time, there are too many powerful human beings flying to low-earth orbit to investigate "Heavenly Change", and there are many suspects.

Ren put away the magic knife, looked at the planet under his feet, and said:

"It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. Mahat is probably not alone. Let's go."

"Ah."

Arturia nodded, and at the same time clapped her palms, using the storm to blow away the little residue left after Mahat's death in the void.

Killing people, packing up the loot, destroying corpses and eradicating traces, a set of procedures is extremely proficient.

Whizzing!

Then, Ren and Artoria opened the domain and flew towards the surface, like a pair of male and female thieves who have just done something bad and hurried away.

One person's trajectory is like a brilliant falling meteor, and the other person's trajectory is like a blue rainbow piercing the sky. In the blink of an eye, they all disappear.

slip away.

At this time, this observation point in space is still very dangerous.

Many human sages came here to investigate the cause of the sky change, and naturally there would be many demon descendants.

Mahat is a second-generation ancestor with a good background, and definitely has a team, but I don't know why he got separated from the big team.

…………

Space, forty kilometers away.

Seven or eight blood shadows galloped in the air. From a distance, they looked like blood rainbows chasing each other, with blood flowing along the way.

Suddenly, the leading blood shadow stopped.

He is tall and tall, with a pale face like a cold flame. He is somewhat similar to Mahat in appearance, but his breath is much stronger. Behind the two pairs of bat wings lingering around the crimson red flames, countless ghosts with distorted faces can be vaguely seen as the flames dance. .

At this time, a red jade ring on his palm kept trembling, the blood on it gradually disintegrated, and soon turned into a light blue color.

"Who?! Killed my child!"

The blood prince Hammond danced wildly with black hair all over his head, Fang Zheng's face was distorted with anger, and he let out a terrifying roar.

The turbulent wind and turbulence in the surrounding space were all rolled back by this roar!

Behind him, those dark princes were all startled, and most of them took a few steps back, unwilling to touch the fate of the prince who had just experienced the pain of bereavement.

Others don't care.

Grand Duke Crimson, Terena's black hair fluttered in the wind, and said indifferently, "You have spoiled him. You have been told many times that human beings are dangerous today. Mahat obeyed on the surface, but he didn't think so in his heart. He If you don’t die today, you won’t live long.”

These words made many dark princes in the team nod secretly.

No, Mahart thought it was the second or third era, and he was indulging in the glory of the past, not knowing the heights of the sky and the earth.

"To shut up!"

His favorite son had just died, Prince Hammond could not listen to such words at this time, even if the other party's point of view was correct.

There was a terrifying blood flame burning in his eyes, he glared fiercely at Terena, and said coldly:
"If it weren't for you, a woman, who repeatedly rejected Mahat's courtship and hurt his self-esteem, why would he leave the team to relax?"

"Are you accusing me?"

Terena's face turned cold, her blood pupils glowed red, and she stared at him without showing any weakness.

This woman is indeed pretty, with loose black hair, exquisite and perfect facial features, red lips, and a black leather jacket that outlines a devil-like alluring figure, her temperament is as cold as the moon.

Hammond was furious and spoke very bluntly: "If it weren't for you, a bitch, how could my son die!"

"Hammond, do you think you can humiliate me by relying on the Nightmare Lord?!"

Terena's face turned completely cold.

She raised her right hand, and countless blood-colored lightning bolts galloped. She held a quaint Force gun, pointed the gun at Hammond, and said:

"Say it again?"

Locked by the muzzle of the gun, Hammond's body trembled, as if there was a boundless sea of ​​blood rushing in front of him, and a terrifying blood moon enveloped his whole body, with the aura of devouring the world and annihilating everything.

He was startled, quickly lowered his head, and said, "Sorry, I lost my composure."

Is this the famous gun held by the Bloody Queen back then—"Blood Elegy"?

(End of this chapter)