Astral Traveler [Quick Transmigration]

No one will believe it.

Obviously, Enoch captured this weak human being, locked him up for ten years, took his blood to eat, and kept him in the castle to keep him away from the coveted eyes of other blood races.

In the end, it seemed that Murphy caught this noble and cold blood, made him suffer, and made him powerless.

Later, Murphy woke up during a ceremony.

He was placed on the altar, surrounded by a strong smell of blood.It seems that Cain, as the ancestor of the blood race, is indeed a wicked evil god.In the ceremony of pure-blood reproduction (first embrace is the reproduction of blood race), there must be enough sacrifices.

Life flows here, and the dark aura unique to undead creatures spreads here.

Murphy felt sick.

The ceremony began, and Enoch cut his own wrist first, watching his precious ancestor's blood flow on the stone platform.The blood is as coquettish as flowing ruby, like something alive, gradually filling the pattern carved on the stone platform.

It wasn't until the pattern was 80.00% full that Enoch cut Murphy's wrist and let his blood flow in.

The two streams of blood repelled each other, and Murphy's human blood gradually darkened in the air, and soon the two streams of blood, one red and one purple, were clearly separated, as if the pattern was split in half.

"Don't resist." Enoch sat next to him, "Murphy."

It is true that human beings cannot resist the first embrace, but fortunately, Murphy still has a choice.

While rejecting, he said, "Enoch, you don't even know me, and you just make decisions for me so easily and arrogantly."

Enoch said, "You'll have a lot of time to live, and I'll have a lot of time to get to know you."

"Childish," Murphy said.He watched Enoch's pale face gradually lose expression, and the texture of his fingertips became almost transparent—losing blood is equivalent to a serious injury for a vampire, if Enoch continues like this, he may even fall into a long and painful of slumber.

Murphy would die, he was too weak now.

However, if Enoch really fell into a deep sleep state, as long as he didn't set up defenses against Murphy, Murphy could still secretly take away the fragments of godhead.

Murphy felt very happy and asked Enoch: "If a person has a soul after death, will you go with me?"

"Bloods don't have souls." Enoch said lightly with lowered eyes.

"But you have," Murphy said.

Enoch looked at him and said, "I don't think the soul has any meaning or function. . . . If there is, it may be good."

"Come with me." Murphy's eyes lit up, eager to try, "Promise me, Enoch. Your soul belongs to me, doesn't it?"

Enoch thought for a while, as if he was about to nod.

But at this moment, someone broke the barrier that Enoch had maintained for the First Embrace.

The butler was directly sent flying in, turning into a pool of ashes in place.

Several noble bloods broke into the front of the altar and looked at Murphy and Enoch who were performing the ceremony.Someone was outraged: "Your Excellency, the Duke! As the only remaining pure-blooded species, you actually did this for a mere human! It's a disgrace to the entire blood race!"

Another said: "He is a duke, let alone taking risks for human beings like this! The resolution of the elders is not wrong, we should directly execute this human being and take care of the duke—heal his wounds well!"

Enoch looked cold and turned to look at them.

Several blood races took a step back unconsciously.Then someone became angry: "He is still holding on! With blood loss to this extent, it is impossible to fight. We should seize the opportunity..."

"That's right, even pure-bloods can't fight against so many of us."

"He's defying us!"

However, having said so much, no one dared to challenge Enoch.

Everyone could see Enoch's weakness, and the wound on the Duke's hand was almost bleeding.If it wasn't for his strong strength to hold on there, maybe he would lose consciousness soon.

But they didn't dare, because Enoch's final blow could easily kill a handful of rafters.

Several blood races were watching, but Enoch still did not stop the ceremony of first embrace.

Murphy still resisted the first embrace, but asked suddenly: "Maybe some of them want to kill you, are you so unafraid of death? And it's for a small role like me."

Enoch said, "As long as I can remember, there's nothing I can't do. It won't be the first."

"Why didn't I see you were so stubborn before..." Murphy murmured, closed his eyes, and suddenly confirmed again, "Your soul belongs to me, have you promised?"

Enoch's eyes gradually lost their luster. He seemed a little tired. He leaned against Murphy with his head on one hand, and said slowly, "If I had anything. Murphy, I have a lot of things, but this is your only one." Requested from me..."

Murphy looked at Enoch, smiled, and said, "It's probably because I don't value your treasures, nor your feelings."

Enoch's fingers trembled suddenly, he closed his eyes, and his brows were tightly knit together, as if he hadn't suddenly noticed the pain of excessive blood loss until now.

Then, his brows loosened again, and he said with a sigh: "Is that so..."

After a while, Enoch stopped moving, as beautiful as a statue.

Murphy guessed that he fell into a deep sleep, and so did the vampires.

They couldn't hold back and rushed forward.Murphy heard them saying greedily, "His blood belongs to me!"

"His flesh is mine!"

"The glory of a pure-blood must always be inherited by someone else."

"Keep the skin! I can put it on the blood slave! He will have an absolutely good price!"

"Leave that human too! His blood is delicious...should let him live another 60 years in the Iron Maiden!"

At this moment, Enoch suddenly opened his eyes again.

The pupils of the pair of blood jade-like eyes have spread out at this moment, like a pair of red rings in the dark abyss, spreading an extremely terrifying coercion in silence.

The Duke of the blood clan doesn't need to do it himself at all. He talks about his identity and blood. In a society with a clear hierarchy like the blood clan, he has absolute dominion over the lower ranks!

At this moment, the flying bats seemed to freeze in mid-air.

The invisible giant force directly crushed their bodies, and the blood splashed like rain. The pure power of the vampires shook the entire space, and then quickly spread outward into shock waves, and finally disappeared without a trace.

After they died, they turned into ashes, followed by the shock wave and turned into smoke...

Enoch sighed softly.

The smoke and dust scattered in all directions, and the surroundings were completely silent, and there was no more sound.

The Duke has finally fallen asleep, and if there is no external force to destroy him, he will wake up again in decades, or hundreds of years.

Bloodlines don't have souls, and neither do undead creatures.On this point Murphy lied to him.

Murphy stretched out his hand and tapped gently on Enoch's brow.

I saw a little colorless light quietly condensed in front of Enoch, and a shadow of a crystal could be vaguely seen in the light—it was a regular 66-hedron, a shape that did not exist in reality.

godhead.

Finally saw Enoch's godhead fragment!And since Enoch promised, then this fragment must be willing to follow Murphy.

Murphy closed his eyes in satisfaction. Although the bleeding had stopped, he was a fragile human being after all, and he would die soon—

However, someone came again.

After all, there are still such a group of characters in the Duke's castle. They come from all over the world and are distributed in all walks of life. They usually try their best to reduce their sense of existence, for fear of being caught by the blood clan on a whim——

Humanity.

Enoch had released them all long before the First Embrace.But some people did not leave. They voluntarily stayed and continued to perform their work contracts. It is not known whether they were reluctant to part with the high salary or the lofty status of the Duke's servants in human society.

After all, for many people, the higher the risk, the greater the reward.

At this moment, the unpredictable and terrifying benefits made speculators lose their minds and rushed forward.

Inside, there was also a young man surnamed Qi.He was the most courageous. Others only dared to come up to take the Duke's blood, but he dared to sit on the altar, look down at Murphy from a high position, and said, "The Duke's favor? Hehe, you are about to die. When the Duke wakes up, he will Remember you?"

He held out his hand, seemingly wanting to touch the sleeping Duke.

But at this time, Murphy was a little unhappy: "This is my thing, do I allow you to touch it?"

The boy said: "Whether he is dead or alive, he cannot be yours. Stop wishful thinking!"

"I'd be mad if you touched him," Murphy said. "You'd better not make me mad."

The young man smiled and said, "Look at yourself, you look like a dog in the water, you are about to die, yet you still have the strength to speak?"

He frowned, took Murphy's hand up again, and tried to push him down, muttering, "Really, your blood polluted the Duke's blood..."

Murphy then muttered, "I really hate the feeling of becoming an undead creature."

As soon as the words fell, the boy suddenly felt a huge force coming from behind, and he was directly thrown away!

When he fell to the ground, several ribs were broken, and he turned over desperately, only to see Murphy standing up.

Murphy stood up, his face gradually turned pale, his black eyes became deeper, and a little red light appeared in the center of the pupils.A pair of blood-sucking fangs quietly protruded from his scarlet lips.

The shadow under him broke through the ground, pierced into his back like a black flame, and then burned fiercely.

The blood that hadn't been shed before was winding along his jade-white wrist, like a red poisonous snake lying on it.

Countless winds rushed behind him, and Murphy's crow-like black hair gradually faded in the flutter, until finally the familiar silvery white was left, which was also the color of Duke Enoch.

With a look of boredom on Murphy's face, he stretched out his hand and said softly, "He's my thing."

After finishing speaking, the red poisonous snake on his wrist hissed suddenly, and shot out like lightning, splitting the air!

Before the boy could even make any sound, he suddenly felt a chill in his brow——

All the humans present were wiped out within three seconds.

In the boy's last consciousness, he saw Murphy lazily stretching out his hand to take back the blood snake, then looked down at the Duke who seemed to be sleeping, and repeated: "Enoch is mine."