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Facing the monster rushing towards him, Rice sighed: Another guy who likes hand-to-hand combat.

He could feel the blood in his body stirring, and he changed his mind and suppressed the movement. Then he raised his hand and released a barrier spell to stop the monster from rushing towards him.

The boiling blood cried out inwardly that something was wrong, as if it had hit a transparent wall of air.

He had just used his most powerful ability: boiling blood. But this move that had always worked in the past was completely useless today. The opponent neutralized his strongest move without even blinking an eye.

In addition, his plan of trying to get close to the opponent and take advantage of the situation, thinking that success would be achieved by just touching him, was ruined by an obstacle spell. Boiling Blood felt that he should keep his distance and use long-range attack methods.

As long as the frequency of attack is high enough, you will be able to touch it someday, right?

His thinking was correct. He was far inferior to Rice in terms of hard power, and his natural skills were also restrained. Under normal circumstances, it was impossible for him to defeat the opponent. He could only make a fuss about "winning if he hits him once".

But as he pulled away, Rice also completely expanded his territory.

The ground beneath Rice's feet became muddy and the air became more humid.

Feixue took a step back and jumped back five or six meters.

He half-crouched on the ground, the pustules on his body burst one after another, and the pus inside floated in the air, ready to be ejected in the next second.

This was also a move he had learned on his own. If an ordinary person got touch with the poison in this abscess, at best the flesh would rot and the bones would pierce, at worst the poison would cause death. Moreover, the attack range of this move was extremely wide, so the chance of hitting my father was very high.

Boiling Blood spread his hands, and the pus turned into thin needles under his control. At first glance, he seemed to be surrounded by a layer of green mist. A closer look revealed that the green mist was composed of tens of thousands of poisonous needles.

"Go!" Feixue pushed both hands forward.

In his expectation, the poison needle would rush towards his father and launch a 360-degree attack on him without any blind spots.

There are so many needles, as long as you hit one, you win!

But after he gave the order, the poison needle did not react at all. Feixue looked up in confusion, only to find that the poison needle was rushing towards him.

Boiling blood:?

Before he could react, his body was pierced by tens of thousands of poisonous needles like a sieve.

Since the poison on the needle is actually his body fluids, there is no risk of poisoning, but the physical damage of the needle should not be underestimated.

After just one encounter, Boiling Blood lost the ability to resist.

The moisture in the air and the remaining venom formed a crescent-shaped blade, which chopped off the boiling-blood head with a slight turn.

Rice held the boiling head in his hand and said with a smile: "It's over. It looks like you lost. But don't be discouraged. My ability is more restrained against you."

This is true. Whether it is blood control, or the manipulation of liquid to form poison needles, the ability of boiling blood is just a lower-level substitute for Rice, and therefore he is completely defeated by him.

The infected have extremely strong vitality. If an ordinary person's head was chopped off, he would have died long ago, but Boiling Blood can still speak.

"I..." The boiling blood head opened its mouth and spit out a few words.

Les lowered his head, curious about what else this guy wanted to say.

"...haven't lost yet." As he said this, a puff of hot smoke suddenly spewed out from the "chimney" above his head.

Since Rice was holding his head with boiling blood in his hands at the moment, the hot smoke that came out of his head unexpectedly really burned Rice's palm.

"Hahaha!" Seeing that he had finally succeeded, Boiling Blood laughed happily, and the last bit of life in his body quickly dissipated.

Rice shook his head helplessly: This guy actually did it.

Since Boiling Blood completed the task he set in advance, he can get a reward from himself.

Les raised his hand, summoned the boiling blood body, and then put his head back on. At the same time, he also mobilized magic power to stop the boiling blood from flowing out of those wounds.

However, Les was not a wizard who was good at medicine, and everything he did could not stop the other party's vitality from slipping away.

Seeing this, Les had no choice but to take out the first generation plague potion and pour it on his wound.

He didn't think it would have any effect.

After countless mutations, the first generation of magic potion and the plague infected by boiling blood are almost two different things. Rice doesn't think this thing will be of any help to the boiling blood in its current state.

However, an astonishing scene happened.

The moment the potion came into contact with the boiling blood wound, his body became like a pot of boiling soup, with bubbles of varying sizes emerging from it.

The bubbles burst and the pus inside flowed out.

These venoms, which are disgusting to others and cause great damage to health, have now become the source of life for boiling blood.

After the venom flowed into the wound, Rice was shocked to see that his head was reconnected to his body, and the slowly dissipating aura condensed again.

'The miracle of life.' That was the only explanation Les had.

He felt that his potion seemed to have evolved into something extraordinary in the alchemical world.

A few minutes later, Feixue opened his eyes again. He had fully recovered and his strength seemed to have increased a lot.

"Thank you for the blessing, my kind father!" He knelt on the ground excitedly and kowtowed to Rice several times.

Les looked at him with a complicated expression, not knowing what to say.

It turns out that I can really bless the infected people in the alchemy world...

But this doesn't make any sense!

His mission was to kill all the strong men in the alchemy world, and then allow Rowena to restart the world. In other words, the more "blessings" he gave, the greater his workload would be.

As for driving the infected to hunt down humans in the Alchemy World, not to mention whether the infected would listen to him, the efficiency indicator alone was enough to make him give up the idea.

"No need to thank me, this is what you deserve." Rice used his magic power to stop the boiling blood and prevented him from continuing to kowtow.

"Tell me where those powerful humans are now."

A look of surprise appeared on Feixue's face: "Could it be that you want to..."

"Well, this is why I came back here. Tell me their location." Les's expression was calm. He felt that natives like Boiling Blood should know the location of those strong men better than he did. With his guidance, he could save a lot of time.

The loving father was willing to take action against those who refused to bless, which was exactly what Boiling Blood wanted. He immediately took out a map and marked the activity ranges of several famous human strongmen for the loving father.

Feixue understood that the reappearance of his loving father meant that the world was about to change.

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This is the second update, the next one will be a little later~