The Count could not understand what was happening in front of him.

He didn't understand why the self, which existed with consciousness, was killed when he smelled a strange smell.

And there is no sign of premonition at all, and consciousness has been divided into two.

"Consciousness Slash"? Is it still locked when I stepped into the train production workshop, or is something penetrated into Han Dong's consciousness space?

The Count couldn't figure it out and couldn't continue thinking.

Consciousness is becoming weak, and the ability to continue thinking is losing.

After using his last strength to think of Han Dong's warning, everything in front of him became dim.

This is after Miss Hall pierced the heart with a holy sword and annihilated her body by Han Dong in the posture of a crow god, and then came to the brink of death again... However, this time it seems that it is not as lucky as before, and death has already arrived.

Under the smiling tree.

The Count's consciousness as a whole is gradually turning into blood.

The expression was neither painful nor hatred, but instead seemed relieved.

In the eyes of the count, he should die when he was defeated in the first battle.

Can continue to survive for so long,

Be able to follow Han Dong to see different kinds of worlds of destiny, see novel things, contact, communicate or kill life in another world that you have never seen before,

He has stepped into higher fields and fought against many kings.

This was something that the Count was ignorant of a lord.

"Thank you, Nicholas..."

This sentence cannot be conveyed, and it drifts away with the last trace of consciousness of the count.

Before death, the count planned to turn the last blood of consciousness into to water the talent tree, which might increase Han Dong's chance of survival by 1%.

Tick! The last head turned into blood, and nothing existed before the count's eyes.

However, when the last blood drips, it also falls together with an item.

Because the Count was willing to become a mount, Han Dong had completely handed over the "Master of the Blood Oath, Roghorien's Nether Blood Skull (Broken)" to the Count.

In fact, regardless of whether the count is willing to become a mount, Han Dong had long planned to give this thing completely to the count, and the count is most suitable for both its nature and usage rate.

The blood transformed by consciousness does not flow into the tree roots as the earl wishes and becomes the nourishment for the talented tree.

Instead, he was attracted by the skull of the Nether Blood,

It is sucked into the ugly, weird and not belonging to the current world, and is sucked into the interior along the twisted eye holes, convex pointed mouths and huge nostrils.

For a moment, the entire skull emitted a blood-red light.

"Why can I still think after death?"

The Count's consciousness that should have faded was restored and could even rethink.

The darkness in front of me also showed some small red dots, filling a brand new picture of the world.

Buzz!

When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer in Han Dong's consciousness space.

The Count was in an extremely terrifying other world, with dense blood vessels scattered on the black earth, and blood crystal rocks ranging from meters to hundreds of meters can be seen everywhere.

The sky was like boiling blood, constantly bubbled, and at the same time, boiling blood rain continued to pour down...

【Blood Evil Space】

The local name automatically appeared in the Count's mind.

Just then.

Some giant thing was emerging out of the boiling sky space, and the end of the scene was a terrifying 100-meter-long terrorist head, with eyes constantly swelling and contracting in the shape of blood bubbles.

"The God of Nether Blood!"

Although it was the first time the count saw him, he spontaneously said the other party’s “great title”.

When I wanted to kneel down, I found that this behavior could not be carried out because the count's posture was a blood cell floating in the air.

"I have recognized your piety by someone with different blood.

The body is destroyed, the soul is cut off, and the ending death is about to come.

However, this is also an opportunity for you.

You can take this opportunity to get rid of the constraints of blood brewed in another world, and I will create a brand new body of the underworld blood for you.

I am willing to give up my identity in another world and return to us."

"willing!"

The Count did not hesitate at all.

Since he learned about the disadvantages of Blood Brew, he has scoffed at the Blood God's method and began to establish connections with other demons by moving the land deeds, trying to get the acceptance of other kings and get rid of the constraints of Blood Brew.

But the blood brew that I have been drinking since childhood has been deeply rooted, and it is even part of the count and cannot be removed at all.

Now, when everything comes to an end, it becomes an opportunity for one's own transformation.

"Very good! Since you hold Roghorien's skull.

You who have completed the transformation of Nether Blood will replace Roghorien as one of my spokespersons.

If you need it, I am willing to use the essence of the blood-demon earth to cut off all your connection with the original world. From now on, you will be reborn here and embark on a new bloody journey."

“I still have things to do and there is another guy who needs me to go back and help!

When I finish doing what I have done over there and paying back the guy’s favor, I will take the initiative to go here through the Black Tower to serve you.”

"Well... After all, what is related to you is the complex and troublesome world of [S-01], and I also need to spend a lot of money to cut off the connection during the period.

Bathed in the dark blood, casting flesh and rebirth.”

The giant head symbolizing the God of Nether Blood, huge amounts of blood poured out from the neck,

Washed, sank, wrapping the count's corresponding blood cells, and a brand new body is slowly being constructed.

...

Lens cut back (Han Dong)

Before the Count made a temporary notice, a warning was successfully heard.

Han Dong's scalp suddenly became numb and his hair was standing upside down... What could do this was by no means mythical body, but the [king] who had already merged with the rules of the world and his body was comparable to the world.

Unexpectedly, the world migration triggered by Haibolong Company will directly attract the attention of a king.

And he did not lead any subordinates. He chose to come alone in a lurking form, which is the most troublesome category that tends to be concealed and aggressive.

When Han Dong stepped into the train production workshop, he had already entered the king's field.

All matter in the realm, even the consciousness and soul wrapped in the body, will be subjected to the most direct slash.

Escape has become an extremely difficult option.

"Domain Expand"

Han Dong immediately used the pharaoh's will granted by the [Prometheus] node to open his own field as much as possible... Even if he could tear a small hole in the king-level realm, he would have a glimmer of life.

A trace of black sand was already overflowing under my feet, and it seemed like I had a chance.

Just then.

Buzz! The sword light flashed.

Han Dong's consciousness immediately produced an intuitive feeling of being cut off... and even thoughts had conceived a horror scene of the body split into two and the limbs flying around.

However, unlike the count, it is.

Han Dong only felt like he was being killed.

The consciousness remained intact and was not cut open... Then he reached out to touch other parts of his body, and it was all normal and he was not killed.

at the same time.

The desert field symbolizing Egyptian civilization was successfully unfolding, about one meter wide, giving Han Dong a chance to breathe.

"I can't cut off your consciousness?"

An elegant female voice echoed in the workshop.

When Han Dong heard this sound, the eardrum and cochlear structure were cut open, and blood kept flowing out along the ear holes.

In the field of view.
Chapter completed!