Blood Corpses Have Three Tricks: Eating People, Spreading Infection, and Praying on the Spot

Muller wasn't unable to break through the Psionic Energy barrier; he simply couldn't penetrate it.

At this moment, a torrent of curses was already rising in Muller's mind.

Damn it, who taught you to use a barrier like that?

Is it really necessary to use a triple attack of Middle Tier spells just to protect a few Low Tier?

The next moment, Muller felt a burning sensation on his back.

He turned to look behind him and saw that the boy covered in crimson scales had once again conjured a fireball in his hand.

This fireball wasn't as huge as the last one, but that's precisely why Muller felt a lingering fear.

This is an underground cave. The large fireballs might be for show, but the small fireballs will actually be used to throw around everywhere.

Looking at the small fireball that, though not large, contained intense heat, Muller made the wisest decision.

run.

But how should we run?

Muller turned his head back and suddenly spotted a golden opportunity.

Those humans who automatically scattered out of fear of being attacked from the Shadow made a collective mistake.

While the Shadow of a group of people standing together are indeed dense, due to various overlaps, the total area is ultimately not large.

On the contrary, now, although their positions are sparse, many of their Shadow are connected.

By simply sneaking into one of them, one can use the continuous Shadow to escape to the other side of the cave.

On the other side of the cave, a wrecked vehicle, destroyed in an accident, lay quietly, its power unit still containing a large amount of Blood Corpse and flesh from a corpse.

The young man demonstrated for a while, and the light from the fireball lengthened his Shadow, extending it to the stone wall in the distance.

Those dozen or so unused Blood Corpse were right there; weren't they practically handing blood packs to him?

With that thought in mind, Muller, having created some distance, instantly slipped into the shadows, his entire body transforming into a streamlined mass of flesh and blood as he sped toward the ruins of the Blood Corpse motorcycle.

Ed didn't even glance at the fleeing Muller, deliberately tossing the fireball aside and then feigning a regretful expression.

He forced Muller away not only to force him to reveal his trump card, but also because Willow and his reinforcements arrived in time, the formation in the underground cave was still very scattered.

Only by forcing Muller into a position where he cannot be threatened in the short term can the players calmly reorganize their formation and, incidentally, prevent those players rushing to support them from the Resurrection Tree from becoming Muller's reinforcements.

Ed reached out and stroked the half of a player's Shattered skull, quickly pulling him back from the brink of death.

Several guild leaders, having regained their senses, have begun to spontaneously organize their teams, directing their players to form defensive formations to face the enemy.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the cave, within the wreckage of the armored vehicle, a gurgling sound of devouring and digestion filled the air...

"Sizzle!"

[ Ever-Changing Master Ye ] reached out and peeled off the bark from his body, revealing his skin, which was still red from the recent printing.

He shifted his shoulder and asked a few familiar-looking players:

"Just arrived, where is the enemy?"

[ Howling Pothos ] gestured towards the distant vehicle ruins, and [ Ever-Changing Master Ye ] looked over and heard the gurgling sound.

He pointed to the motorcycle wreckage in the distance:

What are you doing?

"Have a meal."

He then pointed to the cluster of lights that were gathering:

"What are they doing now?"

"Resurrection."

[ Ever-Changing Master Ye ] scratched his hair and looked at the players:

"So what do we do now?"

"Wait for the cutscene to finish."

"You should have said so earlier! So you were in the CG cutscene."

[ Ever-Changing Master Ye ] suddenly realized.

No wonder everyone was basically still when we teleported here; it turns out the BOSS was transforming and our allies were reviving.

He understood the rule of not disturbing the transformation, so he gripped his weapon and silently joined the player's group.

Among the wreckage of the locomotive, Muller, reduced to a mass of flesh and blood, had long since lost his human form.

At this moment, he looked almost exactly like a giant slug.

He penetrated his soft body into the remains of those wooden parts, tightly enveloping every drop of blood and every bit of flesh within.

He could sense the Corpse Poison and life force from the Blood Corpse corpses entering his body, and his condition was slowly recovering.

The Blood Corpse of the Rosalind Lineage are like this; unlike the Antos Lineage, which treats lower-level Blood Corpse as reserves, the Blood Corpse of the Rosalind Lineage are more adept at "killing on the spot."

As digestion progressed, Muller felt he had returned to his peak condition, just one step away from reaching the peak of the Middle Tier- advanced level.

If I can bring this information back to the lineage, I might be granted True Blood and become a duke.

His heart was burning with passion, but when he saw three Middle Tier warriors in the distance—one in the sky, one on the ground, and one counting down to resurrection— Muller's enthusiasm quickly cooled.

No, we can't win.

One lich was alright, and the old knight wasn't particularly frightening, but that young man was truly unfathomable, and some even dared not look at him.

Muller, who possesses the power of four vampire lineages, is confident he can defeat Willow and Silvis together.

But with Ed added, the scales of victory no longer tipped in his favor.

However, if we retreat now, they will inevitably pursue us relentlessly, and being chased relentlessly will certainly be a painful experience.

As flesh and blood were slowly devoured, Muller finally made a decision.

He wanted to inflict heavy damage on the enemies in front of him, at least killing one Middle Tier Middle Tier and severely injuring another, then escape while they were in disarray. That way, they would have no strength left to chase him.

That's what we'll do!

However, some resources are still needed to make this happen.

call.

Muller's lungs, now fragmented into hundreds and thousands of pieces, exhaled simultaneously, and the vocal cords belonging to him, or perhaps to other Blood Corpse, began to chant in unison:

"Eternal hunger of this world, master of primal desires, great devourer Rosalind, your child begs for a moment of your favor, begs you to temporarily stabilize my form, your child will defeat the enemy before you..."

The sounds, layered upon each other, varied in pitch and volume, yet each carried subtle differences.

The dark cavern seemed to contain an entire cult choir, praying in an eerie tone for the Descent of an evil god.

And the evil god, unsurprisingly, gave a response—

A pungent smell of blood instantly filled the underground space, mixed with the aroma of a large amount of food, making one feel as if they were in a fresh food market, surrounded by stalls where pigs and cattle were being slaughtered.

The next moment, a drop of viscous blood suddenly appeared in the previously empty space above the ruins.

No one saw how that drop of blood traveled through space to Descent here, but in that instant, all the players felt a surge of hunger.

Their bodies were hungry, and their stomachs were growling incessantly.

Their souls were hungry, and many of them had the idea of going out for a late-night snack after logging off.

A single drop of blood, enough to overwhelm the blood of everyone present except Ed, dripped into the wreckage filled with broken parts and scattered flesh.