Origin Blood Demonic Scythe, Potion Clone, a Backstabbing Blow, and an Eagle Behind the Oriole

Back at my lodgings.

The bloodline clone first took out a scythe-shaped blood-red crystal, examined it for a moment, and then inserted it into its chest, letting its blood completely envelop it.

The crystal quickly melted, transforming into a stream of blazing fire that coursed through the bloodline clone, causing its body temperature to skyrocket and become as hot as magma.

With a bang!

A tremendous tremor resounded in my ears, and the scene before my eyes changed dramatically, revealing a magnificent Endless palace.

This is the Hall of Heritage for the Origin Blood Demonic Scythe class.

The Slaughter Knight class was originally a simplified version of the [Origin Blood Demonic Scythe] of the Kalenos Family. Due to the insufficient bloodline concentration of the Gendaya People, they could not directly inherit the [Origin Blood Demonic Scythe] class. The original Gendaya ancestor took advantage of the high compatibility of the Knight class, simplified the Origin Blood Demonic Scythe class, and transplanted it to the highly compatible Knight class, ultimately forming the new Slaughter Knight class.

This is why the Slaughter Knight doesn't have many knightly abilities; fundamentally, it's not a knightly class.

The reason Slaughter Knight's weapon is a scythe, instead of the lance or greatsword commonly used by knights, and why many of the class's inherited skills require the scythe to be used, is due to the influence of the [Origin Blood Demonic Scythe].

Now, with the bloodline clones entering the Hall of Inheritance, the Slaughter Knight class has begun its evolution.

The original Slaughter Dou Qi rapidly transformed, first spreading out and then condensing. After repeating this process several times, it turned into a crystalline energy, like a blood-red crystal, with a distinct texture.

Not only that, the physical body of the bloodline clone also rapidly became stronger, and the frequency of its heartbeat became very low, but each beat was like the rise and fall of mountains, carrying immense power.

This career evolution lasted for three days.

When the bloodline clone opened its eyes again, its originally fiery red pupils had turned completely scarlet, as if filled with blood. Deep within its pupils, a figure holding a battle scythe could be seen faintly, like a soul-reaping messenger carrying an aura of death.

Touching his chest, feeling the power surging through his body several times stronger, the bloodline clone revealed a look of satisfaction.

Suddenly, his expression froze. It turned out that Logo's main consciousness had descended and taken over control.

"This power... truly befits the inherited profession of the Kalenos Family. Not only has the physical attributes changed from wood to steel, but the profession's skills have also been optimized several levels. No wonder its overall combat power has soared to 2865 Dale. Legendary Tier One possesses the combat power of Peak Legendary. Although it cannot compare to the Earth Guardian inherited from Lancelot, it is still quite impressive!"

Logo was delighted that his bloodline clone's strength had increased significantly. Although compared to the overall power of the Nirvana Tower, the Peak Legendary realm was nothing, its potential was not to be underestimated. Moreover, as a bridge connecting with the Pureblood Human Race, the bloodline clone would most likely be the first in the cultivation sequence among the many clones.

Having experienced the immense power of his transformed bloodline clone, Logo's main consciousness returned to the Nirvana Tower, leaving his bloodline clone to familiarize itself with the power.

Nirvana Tower, in the "Potion Layer," a large, lush tree rises from the ground, its crown resembling a royal crown, its branches strong and vigorous, bathed in the cool moonlight.

Within the tree trunk, a Mingyue rises and falls, and under its light, a human figure whose outline has already begun to take shape can be seen.

Golden-blue flames appeared out of thin air, transforming into Logo's figure. After observing the growth of the tree, he nodded in satisfaction, "It seems that within a month, the potion clone can also be cultivated... The Moon Elf truly live up to their reputation as one of the two royal families of the Elf Race. Their bloodline naturally rejects the soul aura of those not of their own race. If my soul didn't have the ability to transform between the information state and the soul state, I might not have been able to successfully integrate it..."

In the blink of an eye, nearly three months have passed.

The Staphis Continent.

The Wailing Great Rift Valley.

A chilling wind howled, ghostly mist filled the air, and eerie whispers echoed in the air. Those whose spirits and wills were not up to par would instantly transform into Screaming Banshee upon hearing these whispers, wandering aimlessly at the bottom of the rift, becoming mindless monsters.

Beside the near-vertical cliff, Logo and Madison stood side by side, exchanged a glance, and then jumped off simultaneously.

Before long, three figures appeared: Dream Demon Suoerqi, Ya Er Dun, and his cousin Samuel.

"So Madison found the Stoic School in the Wailing Great Rift Valley. He's lucky to be alive. Of all the Legendary- level beings who come out of there, only one in a hundred survives..." Ya Er Dun's pupils flickered. After pausing for a moment, he also leaped down, followed closely by Suoerqi and Samuel.

Samuel didn't notice was that, during the fall, Suoerqi kept glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, as if a knife were hanging over his neck.

About a minute after Suoerqi and the other two entered the Wailing Great Rift Valley, space distorted, and two figures wearing cloaks appeared out of thin air, one tall and one short.

"Wow, those two guys are such idiots, they fell for it so easily." Audora rubbed her hands together, her big eyes sparkling with excitement.

The old devil beside him shook his head and chuckled. "Those who can cultivate to the level of High-Rank Demigod, how many fools think everyone is like you, with a father and brother who are both God Level powerhouses, lacking nothing in resources, talent, and upbringing, easily possessing the power others dream of?"

Those who have worked their way up from the bottom to enter this field, while not all of them are cunning and shrewd, are certainly quite resourceful.

However, this time they encountered an even more cunning little fox.

"Come on, haven't you been saying you wanted to fight? Consider these guys your practice!"

A hoarse, deep voice slowly drifted out. An old man and a child leaped down into the ravine and were swallowed by the ghostly mist. A gentle breeze blew by, as if the two figures had never appeared, and it was all an illusion.

"Court death!"

A deep, cold shout echoed in all directions, followed by a sudden expansion of a blood-red ring of flames, instantly clearing away the Screaming Banshee that had gathered around.

The bloodline clone stood proudly, wielding a long-handled battle scythe. Crimson flames burned fiercely on the surface of his flesh, and behind him stood a hundred-meter-tall shadow of the God of Death. The aura of Slaughter and fear caused the Screaming Banshee surging from all directions to stop in their tracks.

However, without wisdom, one cannot know what fear is. In the blink of an eye, swarms of banshees attacked again, their greyish-white bodies, sharp claws and teeth, and the eerie sound waves that never ceased to echo...

Ordinary Legendary are doomed to die before them.

But today, they've encountered one of the most skilled Slaughter in the Astral Realm.

Origin Blood Demonic Scythe!

The bloodline clone's eyes were like a cold lake, its aura was chilling, and its expression was disdainful, completely different from when the main consciousness of Logo controlled the body, appearing extremely domineering.

He stepped forward slowly, his body like a giant mountain, facing the Endless gray sea of banshees that seemed like a tidal wave. He stood firm, his body shrouded in crimson, and blood-red crystalline energy enveloped his scythe before being ignited, sending flames soaring into the sky.

"Slaughter - Dance of Execution!"

With his body as the axis, his arm muscles bulged and his blood surged. With a burst of power that could move mountains and fill seas, the flaming scythe swept across in a circular motion.

With a whoosh, sparks flew everywhere, and the crimson ring of flames suddenly swelled and expanded, unstoppable like a boulder falling from a mountain!

Wherever the blood-flame ring passed, everything was crushed and ignited. Countless Screaming Banshee didn't even have time to scream before turning into drifting blood-red embers, which filled every corner of the space. After lingering for a long time, they fell like snowflakes.

Madison stared in astonishment at the scene before him, then stepped forward and asked, "Is this the power of your new profession? No wonder you wouldn't let me make a move; it's indeed powerful!"

"This move is called Slaughter: Dance of Execution, an extremely large-scale annihilation technique specifically designed for use in war. It's a kind of secret war technique," the bloodline clone explained, then looked around, a fierce glint in its eyes. "Let's go quickly. These monsters keep coming; we can't possibly kill them all."

After saying that, the two quickly walked deeper into the Wailing Great Rift Valley.

This dangerous place is disrupted by a natural magnetic field, which greatly suppresses spatial abilities, making it impossible to move through teleportation or similar means. Even Demigod can only travel on foot.

One hour later.

After slaying countless Screaming Banshee, the two finally reached their destination.

Madison took out a hexagonal disc and pressed it onto the ground. Immediately afterward, accompanied by a violent tremor of the earth, a dilapidated ruin with a diameter of hundreds of kilometers rose from the ground.

The buildings in the ruins are quite distinctive. They are not angular and technologically advanced, but rather feature curved surfaces, arcs, spheres, and fan shapes. The overall color scheme is mainly blue and white, which makes them appear pure and gives them a unique sense of gentleness.

"Come in with me!" Madison said, preparing to lead his bloodline clone into the ruins.

However, at that moment, the aura of the bloodline clone suddenly surged, as if possessed by a god or demon, and the battle scythe in its hand slashed fiercely at Madison's back.

This is clearly the signature ability of the mind-based magic system: Psychic Possession. Within a certain distance, a mind sorcerer can project their own power onto a mind servant, similar to a divine descent, instantly unleashing immense power.

At the same time, a mechanical cage descended, releasing a terrifying electromagnetic field. The electromagnetic force transformed into chains, binding Madison tightly and rendering him unable to move, leaving him only able to endure the blow.

"Logo!!" Madison's eyes widened in disbelief, his face showing an expression of utter inability to accept the betrayal of his apprentice!

"Hahaha, Madison, you didn't expect that, did you? Your disciple has already become mine!"

Ya Er Dun appeared, a massive mechanical structure resembling a city floating above his head, and unleashed a series of attacks on the already heavily damaged Madison. Continuous beams of orange-red energy engulfed Madison, with explosions and roars echoing incessantly.

At the same time, the Dream Demon Suoerqi also appeared. He glanced at the ruins so close by, a deep, burning glint in his eyes. "Indeed, it's the architectural style of the Kordo School..."

On the other side, Ya Er Dun continued his sarcastic remarks, trying to break Madison's mentality.

It seems he did succeed.

The bloodline clone, Psychic Possession, gained immense power and, together with Ya Er Dun's mechanical behemoth, ganged up on Madison, beating him so badly that he couldn't lift his head, aggravating his injuries. In the end, he had no choice but to retreat into the pyramid and barely defend himself.

Seeing this, Ya Er Dun felt reassured and increased the output of the magnetic field, ultimately sealing the severely injured Madison, along with the pyramid, into a mechanical sphere.

However, before he could collect the mechanical sphere, his cousin Samuel screamed in agony.

Ya Er Dun's heart skipped a beat, and then he felt his perspective shift, rising higher and higher. Then, he saw a headless body with blood gushing from its severed neck. Beside it was a three-eyed youth crouching low, holding a long-handled scythe.

'Is this my body? Have I been beheaded?'

A hazy thought flashed through his mind uncontrollably, and suddenly a thunderclap exploded in Ya Er Dun's heart, shaking him awake.

"Mind Control Technique, Suoerqi, it's you!"

Ya Er Dun's soul detached from his head; the "electromagnetic oscillation device" that had been pre-installed in his brain had taken effect, allowing him to escape instantly when he was under mind control.

This was originally a backup plan, but it saved Ya Er Dun's life at a crucial moment.

"Heh, so you were wary of me after all. Bah! I treated you like a brother in arms, and you don't trust me at all!" Dream Demon Suoerqi angrily threw Samuel's lifeless body to the ground, and his words caused Ya Er Dun's blood pressure to skyrocket.

I used to think you, Suoerqi, were shameless.

But I never expected you old codger to be so shameless!

Do you want to listen to what you're saying?

I don't trust you!

If I had truly trusted you completely, I'd probably be in the same situation as my cousin by now!

"Damn it, aren't you afraid of the contract backlash?" Ya Er Dun roared furiously as he flew rapidly toward the mechanical behemoth floating in the sky. This was his backup body; once inside, he could regain his power.

Unfortunately, Misdreavus Suoerqi won't give him that chance.

"A contract? Don't you know, Ya Er Dun? When the benefits are great enough, what's wrong with paying a price?"

'How could I possibly miss such a great opportunity that belongs to me?!'

Suoerqi was overjoyed, his face beaming with a triumphant laugh. He reached out and opened a dreamlike eye, its black and red colors alternating. As the eye opened and closed, a surreal figure appeared out of thin air. It was a woman with a human body and a snake tail, her upper body draped in a thin veil, her features distinct and captivating.

Dream Demon Steals Souls!

There are no wrong nicknames.

"Ah... Suoerqi, how dare you! I am a member of the royal family of the Reynolds Civilization! If I die, the thirteenth prince will not let you off!"

Ya Er Dun's soul was being torn apart by the nightmare like a piece of chewing gum, threatening Suoerqi in excruciating pain.

"Don't worry, my friend, how could I bear to kill you? A soul of your caliber is best suited to be my Psychic Guardian. As for the Reynolds Civilization, the Prado Universe System is so vast, where can't I survive with my abilities? Besides, after I obtain the legacy of the Kordo School, I might even ascend to God Level. At that time, your Reynolds Civilization civilization will be eager to make peace with me, why would you make things difficult for me because of you?!" Suoerqi smile, making Ya Er Dun's expression change drastically.

At that moment, Ya Er Dun understood everything, and roared with fury, "You lied to me! You made up all that Stoic School! You met with this kid behind my back, didn't you?"

"So you weren't completely stupid after all..." Suoerqi gave Ya Er Dun a mocking look, then suddenly increased the intensity of his attack. The Dream Demon clasped its hands together as if embracing a lover, and a vortex opened in its arms, swallowing the cursing Ya Er Dun.

Retracting the Dream Demon, Suoerqi looked at the black and red eyes in his palm and sneered again, "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Ya Er Dun, you, a member of a collateral branch of the royal family, have experienced far too little hardship. You actually believed I wouldn't harm you? How laughable! How laughable! You don't know that we 'ants' will do anything to climb up the social ladder!!"

By the end, Suoerqi's expression had turned ferocious, and his fists clenched tightly.

Was Ya Er Dun his friend?

Of course! And they are very good friends!

If given the choice between his future and his friendship, Suoerqi wouldn't hesitate!

He, the succubus Suoerqi, rose from chaos, once fighting wild beasts for a bite to eat, and once personally handed over his beloved woman to his enemy to be ravaged. What wouldn't he do?

Power, only power is real!

"I'm not wrong, the fault lies with this chaotic world!" Suoerqi said firmly, as if trying to convince himself, or perhaps finding an excuse.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you little rascal, you're not purely bad! You still have to make excuses to comfort yourself..."

A hoarse chuckle came from behind, and Suoerqi's hair stood on end. He leaped forward like a startled cat, but when he looked back after creating some distance, there was nothing there.

"I'm behind you..." The voice rang out again. This time, Suoerqi clearly felt a withered hand on his shoulder. The hard, cold touch made his skin go numb instantly, and the sensation spread throughout his body.

Just when Suoerqi thought he was doomed, his grip loosened, and he was released.

"Audora, he's yours now. I'm the supervisor this time, I can't make a move!" The old devil, having finished teasing Suoerqi, stood with his hands behind his back, looking nonchalant, but in reality, this old guy had a lot of wicked tastes.

Having been startled, Suoerqi stood still, his guard up as he eyed the two people who had suddenly appeared before him.

One old and one young.

Devil Clan with tattoos all over his face, and a girl who looks like an ordinary human.

"Senior, do you want this ruin of Keluoduo? Please, I can give it up, I only beg you to spare my life. If you spare me, I will grant you any request!"

Suoerqi instantly realized that this old devil was beyond his ability to handle; the strength of a mind sorcerer lay in their unpredictability and their exceptional skill in cunning and treachery.

However, compared to the Devil Clan, they seem to fall short.

Moreover, the terrifying scene from just now was still echoing in his mind. Faced with an opponent he couldn't defeat, Suoerqi, who always adopted a flexible approach—it was his survival rule—immediately launched a humble attack, begging for mercy.

However, the old demon remained silent, and instead, a human girl slowly approached.

"Defeat me, and you can leave!" Audora's fair face was filled with excitement. Crimson light appeared on her hands, crystallizing and transforming into a pair of short-handled scythes forged from red crystal.

The slender, thin, and sharp scythe blade gleamed coldly, dazzling to the eye.

By this point, Suoerqi was certain that the other side would not let him go.

With no turning back, the fawning smile on his face slowly faded, replaced by the arrogance of a lone wolf.

When there is no way out, this seemingly shameless guy will become an extremely terrifying warrior.

"Psychic Guardian!"

Suoerqi clasped his hands together, and the light of his soul shone forth, transforming behind him into blurry figures.

"Hmm? Why aren't you moving?" He suddenly turned around and looked at his bloodline clone, only to receive a kind smile in return.

Suoerqi's face stiffened. Looking again at the so-called Keluoduo ruins, he suddenly realized what was happening and gave a bitter laugh. "So you broke free of the mental imprint long ago. Ya Er Dun and I were both victims of manipulation... This Madison, is he fake too?"

Logo didn't answer, but Madison appeared silently beside him, completely unharmed, stroking his beard and watching him quietly.

The Madison that was sealed away was, from beginning to end, a figment of imagination.

Like the so-called ruins of Keluoduo.

These are all illusions created by the old devil using his own deceptive abilities.

Suoerqi realized his mistake only then, but it was too late.

Because that little aunt who could beat up High-Rank Demigod had already pounced on him.

"I still have a chance, as long as I can catch this girl..." A hysterical roar resounded in Suoerqi's heart. His outward tragic appearance was just a facade to lull others into a false sense of security. From beginning to end, he never gave up his determination to live!

However, what Suoerqi didn't know was that the enemy he was facing this time was a master of Slaughter!

The moment they made contact, a phantom flashed by, and his left arm was severed. Then, a continuous barrage of scythes formed a sphere, enveloping Suoerqi.

In less than a minute.

The battle is over.

Suoerqi, along with his Psychic Guardian, was reduced to fragments, scattered evenly across the ground. Soul, flesh, spirit, will, and even the mind were all annihilated by Audora.

The remaining power transformed into a blood-red bead the size of a thumb, which the girl swallowed.

This is [Slaughter - Blood Soul Plunder].

By killing enemies of the same rank and plundering their blood souls, one can enhance their own potential. This ability can be mastered during the Slaughter Knight class stage, but it is not until the advancement to the Origin Blood Demonic Scythe that its potential is fully activated and the limitations are greatly reduced. In short, Slaughter makes one stronger!

"This guy isn't that strong. I thought we'd have a good fight." Audora tucked the scythe back into her waistband, put her hands on her hips, and looked like she hadn't had enough.

Indeed, as a pure-blooded member of the Space-Devouring Ring, spatial abilities are Audora's primary means of combat.

However, the harsh spatial environment of the Wailing Great Rift Valley means that most of Audora's spatial abilities will likely be unusable.

Logo chose this location for the ruins to prevent his prey from escaping.

As for himself...

Don't forget the blessing that the "freedom" characteristic brings to the Nirvana Tower.

Others cannot teleport, but Logo can.

This provides a strong layer of protection for one's own safety, even though there's a 99% chance it won't be needed.

"This is Ya Er Dun's soul. Audora acted with great restraint and didn't harm him." The old devil walked over, holding a sleeping soul in his palm; it was Ya Er Dun.

As for that dream monster, it was naturally killed by Audora.

Upon receiving Ya Er Dun's soul, Logo's eyes brightened slightly, and he smiled, "It's good that he's not dead. With him, we have a witness, and we can start moving forward with the rest of the plan."