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"That statement is not entirely accurate."
While constantly ejecting the blood bags, the woman in the red dress used threads made of tough blood vessels to direct the battlefield. "Its guidance is intermittent; I can only find you by gathering intelligence from the outskirts."
"During this period, we need to collect these blood bags, but we must keep a tight grip on the situation. We need to have enough reserves, but we also need to avoid being offered a high reward. Fortunately, just like the city I live in, there are many people here who have gone missing and no one cares."
Boom!
Du Jue lifted the crusher and slammed it into the ground, immediately creating a large wall of solid ice. Then, he grabbed the thorn spear with his right hand and broke through the encirclement.
He had to cut off the manipulator's head first, or he would be trapped in this endless war of attrition. He immediately shouted, "Is this your guilt?! Should the dead give you a Thanksgiving celebration?!"
The hidden dragon should not be used!
The movement of the numerous blood bags suddenly slowed down in Du Jue's eyes. He rushed to the red-suited man in one go, raised the thorn spear, and was about to pierce his head.
call out!
The sharp claws formed from congealed blood rushed towards Du Jue's face. The speed was so great that Du Jue could only barely turn his head to dodge, but his movements were still swayed by the enormous force they carried.
Bang!
The thorn spear was partially embedded in the metal floor, forcing Du Jue to pause and pull it out.
Du Jue glanced out of the corner of his eye and spotted the two claw attacks that followed. He immediately dropped his weapon and pulled back with all his might, only to watch in horror as the blood-red claw tips grazed his nose.
After stopping, Du Jue immediately felt a stinging pain on his face and was even more shocked that the other party was able to catch up with him while he was in a slowed-down state.
"Blood is everything to the Blood Demon, and you stand within my body."
The red dress, covered in blood-stained armor, opened her palms, and a meter-long crimson blade instantly shot out from her fingertips.
All the blood bags stared greedily at Du Jue, while Du Jue and his men simultaneously stared at the thorn spear stuck in the ground.
call!
The battlefield, which had just quieted down, instantly shifted from stillness to motion, as the serrated teeth of the crusher fiercely tore at the blood blade, sending countless bloody sparks flying.
Du Jue forced himself to calm down and used all his strength, not even daring to release his Hidden Dragon state. However, his opponent was still able to keep up with his movements and was even about to overtake him.
Should I introduce myself now?
No, we need to protect the half of our body!
With bloodshot eyes, Du Jue roared, "Not enough! This isn't enough to kill me! Since you were brought here by it, stop hiding!"
Chi Chi Chi!
The side of the red dress facing Du Jue was almost instantly engulfed by the orange-red branding fire, and even the blood was quickly evaporated.
Taking advantage of the flames obscuring his vision, Du Jue raised his hand to pull out the thorn spear and thrust it again with all his might.
"Ugh!"
The woman in the red dress frowned as she tried to pull her right arm out of the wall, which was pinned to it by a spear. However, she was shocked to find that no matter how hard she tried, she could not move it an inch. A strange sense of guilt welled up in her heart.
Seeing the other party stunned, Du Jue was overjoyed. Even though he was backstabbed by the Black Cloud Society's blood bag behind him, he did not hesitate to swing his crusher.
puff!
The heavy blade smashed the opponent's head to pieces, and even a large chunk of the metal wall it was leaning against was chipped away.
Du Jue quickly turned around and scanned all the blood bags with his eyes, instantly causing the entire passage to be covered by branding fire, and the temperature in the space to rise rapidly.
He cautiously retreated, avoiding heavy breathing. Upon checking his entire body, he suddenly discovered that most of his scales had been shattered. If he delayed any longer, the situation would likely worsen immediately.
"It said to wait for the right time, but I don't care about that. I want to find you as soon as I enter the city, but there are always Blood Demon Hunters who inexplicably come to stop me, and there are even Association Cleaners who cooperate with them."
The familiar voice startled Du Jue, who turned his head in shock, only to find that the headless corpse had severed its nailed arm, and the blood quickly formed a solid head and arm.
Wait, did he hide his head inside his body?!
"Later I discovered a... Blood Demon Cat that I recognized. It seemed to have a strong sense of territory and didn't like a powerful Blood Demon like me getting close, which is why it took so long."
“I really want to be able to contact it in real time, since you’re always running around in all sorts of nests and back alleys, it’s really hard to track it.”
Seeing that the red-clad women and the blood bags did not move, Du Jue pondered whether to call for backup. He was not alone here; he had come alone earlier only to avoid exposing his secret to others.
After the red dress was restored, she glanced in surprise at the thorn spear stuck in the wall. She sighed and plunged her hands into her chest, blood immediately flowing from the wound.
"There's something else I have to apologize for. Actually, I answered your question at the beginning simply because I couldn't hear it anymore."
"It was fine as I approached the branch's supply exchange channel, but suddenly the sound became indistinct, even giving me a feeling of mental confusion. It felt like..."
Upon hearing this, Du Jue suddenly had a flash of inspiration and hurriedly asked, "Like someone who's drunk?"
"This analogy is very apt. Vague babbling can't convey any intention; I can only act according to my own thoughts."
The woman in the red dress opened her chest forcefully and slowly, saying, "I think it might not be the star itself."
Seeing the unusual sight of the woman in the red dress, Du Jue was about to step forward when he heard her words and immediately stopped, asking, "What do you mean?"
"The eternal star that can grant wishes doesn't need to do anything, it just needs to wait, but it took the initiative to find my mother. Perhaps it just occupied a part of the star, or even was assimilated by the star."
The woman in the red dress looked up with a sorrowful expression, her large, beating heart exposed to the air. "Only mortals need to pursue things tirelessly, whether it be blood or happiness, and the stars are the very essence of desire."
"You're right!"
Instead of excitedly laying down weapons to show goodwill, I said, "I think we can get along perfectly well, and even cooperate to figure out what it is. After all, stars aren't something that can't be shared."
Although there was a minor conflict, it concerns Xingxing, and Du Jue is unwilling to put aside any grudges.
The next moment, the numerous blood bags raised their weapons again, and the red dress instantly transformed into a humanoid silhouette made of flowing blood.
“I made my intentions clear from the beginning: no matter where I go, I will fulfill her wish. Now I have said everything I need to say.”
The pungent smell of blood, along with murderous intent, filled the entire passage.
Du Jue's smile immediately vanished. Looking at the red dress that was completely covered in blood, he stopped trying to persuade her and decisively drew the Blood-Nourishing Sword.
Blood-Nourishing Sword, reveal yourself!
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Chapter 218 continues.
Avoid actively accepting the illusory sardines; almost instantly, you're draped in a blood-red cloak, and any approaching blood bags are instantly chopped to pieces by the swirling blood vortex.
The entire space was covered by the crimson shadow of the blood demon, resembling a hell after death.
Even the woman in the red dress, who was filled with murderous intent, was stunned and forgot to manipulate the blood vessel threads in her hands. However, the blood bags, driven by their thirst for blood, still greedily moved forward.
A torrent of blood-nourishing fluids!
"You still have a chance to live."
The swirling vortex beside him, with its warm, jade-like luster, stood out prominently amidst the soft, plastic blood that filled the passage.
call out!
The bloodthirsty shadow attacked Du Jue like a sharp arrow, unleashing a barrage of claw shadows in the blink of an eye.
The blood bag no longer approached the two, but deliberately stayed away, providing blood to the woman in the red dress through the blood vessel threads, instantly turning the battlefield into a scarlet spider web that seemed to devour its prey.
Swish!
Du Jue defiantly stirred up eddies of emerald blood, calmly retreating and drawing the blood from his feet back onto himself, instantly causing countless bloody sprays to erupt in front of him.
Every moment, the blood weapons embodied in the red dress collided with the surging blood flow, and the residual blood droplets alone had already pockmarked the passage, making it riddled with holes.
The battlefield even shifted from the physical realm to the realm of blood; the blood in the air, on the ground, and on the walls clearly alternated between two colors, representing a fierce and persistent clash.
"You don't want to die at all!"
Du Jue's skin had been completely replaced by swirling currents of emerald blood of varying sizes. "Survival needs no reason. Why must you carry out this utterly nonsensical mission from your mother?!"
The battle suddenly became even more intense. In just a breath, the two would be cut in half at the waist several times, their bodies turning to blood, leaving neither of them with any ordinary weaknesses.
Even if the woman in the red dress doesn't speak, Du Jue can still sense the roar in the other's heart through the clash of blood.
[Mom is the only one who's different; you simply don't understand! When I promised her, there was no going back or breaking my promise except by death!]
Just like surviving, it needs no reason!
Hey!
What a lunatic!
Du Jue immediately lost any desire to waste words on this stubborn person who was impossible to communicate with, and immediately gathered all the vortex centers on his body to a point on his chest.
Crimson Blood Vortex!
The desire to possess others instantly overwhelmed all sorts of emotions, and the rapidly expanding vortex affected the entire passage, stirring up all the blood bags along with the red dress, even giving Du Jue the exhilarating illusion of his brain spinning again.
A blood-red illusion was prevented from being captured.
In Lane 23, pedestrians screamed and ran away, only young Dujue was still changing the words on the trash can into money.
Elena, wiping the blood from her face, watched with great interest.
"You're not expecting someone to throw money in, are you?"
"Uh, isn't that right?"
Elena couldn't help but laugh, and on a whim, she threw the blood-stained banknotes into the bucket, then turned to look at the association's henchmen chasing after her on the street.
The little girl excitedly picked up a stone and carved the word "Mom" on the bucket.
"You're not making a wish, are you? That's interesting."
Elena then bit down on the neck of the young Dujue, only to find that the transformed familiar was even more delighted and wanted to carve words.
"I've never seen a greedier creature than the Blood Demon, but what use do you have for stars?"
"It can grant wishes."
"Oh, can you turn the Blood Demon back into a human?"
"Of course, I can even conjure up a beautiful new world. I can take you to see it."
Elena simply smoothed her hair speechlessly and turned to the approaching finisher. "I thought you were quite interesting. Are you just plain senile?"
puff!
Even though the man in the red dress struggled desperately, he could not escape the vortex of bloodlust, after all, he was a blood demon who had fallen for it.
"You bastard! I hate Blood Demons! I don't want to share my things with others! I don't want to merge with anyone else!"
The woman in the red dress completely lost her composure and grappled with Du Jue in the vortex, the battle reverting to the most primal physical combat.
Du Jue was swayed by empathy, but quickly remembered that this was a battle to the death. He immediately raised his Bloodstained Arm Blade and stabbed the red dress through it. "Damn it, you've been a Blood Demon for so many years and you're still whining. Die! You mama's boy!"
Swish!
The terrifying, blood-red serrated blades reached their maximum speed and suddenly exploded, all the blood being overused and turned into emotionless, dull, waste blood.
"Hoo hoo hoo! Do you have any last words? Or are you only now remembering to surrender?"
Forcibly suppressing the physical urge to embrace the other person, and refraining from gritting his teeth as he stood before the emaciated figure in the red dress, even this brief experience was almost unbearable for him, making him unable to suppress his thirst for blood.
The woman in the red dress simply forced a smile and reached out to grasp the steel fragment beside her.
thump.
The thorn spear on the wall was pulled down.
Boom! ! !
The heavy sins instantly crushed the red dress into dust, leaving no trace of her body.
Get out of my head!
Covering his head, Du Jue hurriedly drove away the Blood Demon prototype and weakly knelt on the ground.
Seeing the mess on the ground, Du Jue burst out laughing.
The fact that the half-body went to such lengths to acquire this henchman was no accident, yet he hasn't appeared at all, even though there are no inhibitors in the passage to stop him.
Perhaps, as the woman in the red dress said, the half-body did not become the star's true form, but rather had fallen into the Dionysian chaos that she had previously caused it, and would not bother her for at least a while.
Du Jue easily put away his weapon, but still sighed when he saw the fragments of the red dress in the air.
"Everyone wants to survive. There is no right or wrong in this matter, and there is no room for compromise. Since that's the case, then we can only settle things with our hands."
At the very least, one should avoid believing that one cannot hesitate or give up before reaching the pinnacle of the city.
meeting room.