The gushing blood spilled onto the bottom of the cave, making a sound like waves crashing against rocks.
Unfortunately, due to the previous shockwave, no one heard the sound. At this moment, everyone present just stared blankly at the scene, watching the seal at the bottom of the lake gradually fade away.
At some unknown moment, a barely perceptible tremor suddenly emanated from the ground.
The tremor gradually intensified, like a beast just awakening from a long hibernation.
The wickerman Cuiske was overjoyed at the sight and ignored Margaret had been blown to pieces by the charged lance.
His body suddenly burst forth with power, kicking away the half-tree man who was clinging to his leg, and shoving away several others who were trying to overpower him completely.
At this moment, only one half-tree man remained to entangle Cuiske. The willow man didn't even look at him before grabbing the grayish-white half-tree man's fist. Then, his body transformed again into willow branches that twisted like venomous snakes, quickly wrapping around the other man's body.
Eighteen sharp spikes shot out, and the players who made up the half-tree body instantly logged off.
The willow branches tightened on the surface of this body, forming a structure similar to vine armor. This powerful Middle Tier body was thus accepted by Cuiske.
With the replenishment of flesh and plant tissue, Cuiske's power was enhanced in a short period of time.
Blood was gushing out not far away, and the seal was about to be broken. At this moment, he had only one task: to get more blood for his father in a short period of time.
With this in mind, the loyal duke had completely merged with his body. He imitated the way the players exerted their power, forming an extremely hard area on his elbow, and then charged towards the stone pillar not far away.
The stone pillars running through the entire cave are not exactly slender, but they are still somewhat inferior to the giant body of Cuiske.
If viewed in normal proportions, that stone pillar is to Cuiske what a waist-thick tree is to an ordinary human.
With Cuiske's full-force elbow strike, cracks resembling tortoise shells immediately appeared on the surface of the stone pillar.
His sprint distance was still too short, but if he did it again, the stone pillar would break completely.
At this moment, the Twin Kings stood at a slightly higher position in the distance, overlooking the battlefield, with fifty squires standing guard behind them.
"That's indeed a good method."
Xilǐ'er, possessed by the King of Domination, sighed:
"It seems Adelaide has been thinking about this plan for a long time."
"Really."
The Immortal King thought for a moment and said:
"Without this so-called Second Holy See as a variable, our subsequent expeditions would definitely have suffered this loss. He has solved a major problem for us."
The King of Domination, glancing in the direction of the battlefield, then frowned.
"That makes sense, but why isn't he moving?"
"Who? Cuiske?"
"That ' Son of God '."
Rewind five seconds, and looking at the blood gushing out before him like a waterfall, Ed felt his head spin.
At this point, the Twin Kings are definitely out of the question.
In a very short time, Ed could only think of one solution: to compromise his wallet and have Seraphina unleash her dragon breath again, determined to turn all the blood into spicy blood curd.
However, this method is not without its problems.
Oliver, also from the Adelaide Lineage, has demonstrated an astonishing lack of restraint when it comes to food.
Back then, players tried pouring in almost anything that was even remotely red, let alone blood. It's a good thing there was no paint in this world, otherwise Oliver might have survived by drinking some paint.
The saying goes, "What the superiors do, the inferiors will follow," and this is especially true for vampires. Ed found it hard to imagine that Oliver, who wasn't picky about food, would have a picky father.
In other words, what if Adelaide doesn't mind if it turns into a spicy Sichuan dish?
Ed's mind raced, and he suddenly noticed a Root Network terminal that he hadn't paid much attention to before.
That was one of his own clones, currently located in the Antos Sealed Land, which is the lowest level of the Lord's Mansion in Klaf City.
Ed had originally planned to use that identity to "take back" the grand castle once he became powerful enough.
But now the situation is urgent, and it seems that the clone must have a more important use.
Thinking of this, Ed lightly stomped his right foot on the ground, and instantly huge, curved leaves stretched out from beneath the ground, completely enveloping his body.
The next moment, Ed's consciousness entered his body beneath the Klaf City.
Time was running out for him, and Ed was incredibly grateful that the two Short-Eared Elf had simply pierced through the floor when they sealed Antos back then.
Crimson scales appeared on Ed's body, and the tough body of Dragonborn began to take effect.
He stomped his foot and shot straight upwards, smashing through the ruins above and rushing out of the castle.
The castle was located on a long-ago "river island." Ed flew out from the top of the castle after crashing through the ceiling. He looked towards the river not far away and found a huge hole. Countless drops of blood were gushing into the hole.
The blood was bright red, and the stench was almost overwhelming.
If you ignore the unpleasant smell, it looks like you're at a winery.
And every bottle of fine wine needs an... oak cork.
Ed aimed at the hole and threw himself into it. As he flew through the air in an arc, the red scales on his body gradually faded away, and instead became more lush and verdant.
The clone's primary attribute returned to the plant realm, and its entire body began to expand rapidly, resembling a growing flying cork.
"Bang!"
Ed's clone, now dozens of times larger than before, had become a piece of wood, wider at the top and narrower at the bottom. Compared to the cork of a wine bottle, he now resembled the cork of a thermos.
The massive wooden plug slammed into the cave entrance, wedging itself firmly in the center of the rock wall, instantly stopping most of the flowing blood.
That's not all, because Ed has completely abandoned this clone, so there's no need to worry about whether the clone can be recycled later.
Tiny cracks appeared on the surface of the huge wooden plug, which began to continuously Drain blood from above.
The blood that the cork drank naturally wouldn't flow down below; instead, it became part of the cork itself.
Soon the cork began to expand like a compressed towel that grows larger and taller when wet, squeezing the surrounding tiny pores and reducing the amount of blood that could flow down from the cracks.
In the Rotting Corpse Dark Lake, Adelaide's seal has almost completely failed, and even the stone pillars that suppress the Grand Duke's true form are collapsing.
At this moment, Adelaide was like a fledgling bird crying for food, opening its mouth for a long time but only feeling that it was getting less and less food.
"Um?"
The Grand Duke's puzzled voice echoed from underground.