The bloodlines in their hands are all the mythical bloodlines of the devil, possessing the fire of hell and their power is terrifying, but the two are so different that it is easy to infer the root cause.

That is, the power of death is too domineering, and it directly erases the nature of the creatures in the devil's bloodline!

With a thought in his mind, Vincent looked calm on the surface: "I don't understand very well. Maybe it's because I hurt the devil so hard just now, or maybe it's because this devil is essentially like this. After all, it's impossible for every bloodline to be the same. By the way, Mr. Hollens, can you lend me a bottle for bloodline? My bottle is not strong enough to carry the weight of the bloodline at all."

"No problem, it's just a bottle, there's no problem with this little problem."

Hollens smiled and took out a crystal bottle with an alchemy array printed on the bottom, threw it to Vinson, and joked, "Oh, as for the two possibilities you just mentioned, I personally prefer the first one, because I think your personality is too rough. Haha."

After fighting with the devil, he got the mythical bloodline. Hollens was in a obviously good mood. In addition, Vincent's previous gentlemanly style of politely giving up bloodlines made him feel more fond of the warlock in front of him and wanted to form a good friendship.

After all, in the realm of warlocks, it is very common to take risks to seek precious treasures. The world is endless and there are many dangers. Even mythical bloodlines cannot guarantee absolute safety. If you can have a partner in the future, then your adventure career will definitely be much better.

"Maybe, but I think Mr. Hollens is not much better than me."

Vinson glanced at the crystal bottle, and the Eye of Real cleared the alchemy array at the bottom of the bottle, replied with a smile, guiding the blood in his hand to flow into the bottle.

"I think so, we are the same kind of people."

Hollens smiled softly, bringing the relationship between the two closer.

"Hey, Vinson. There is no need to call me in honorifics, just call me Hollens. We are friends, aren't we?"

After packing the bottle, Vincent chuckled and agreed: "I'm right, I'm happy to be friends with you."

"Me too."

The two of them laughed and said a few words, and then formally established a relationship between friends.

Both parties think that the other party is a good friend. It is also a very good choice to recognize the other party's strength and form friendship.

While talking and laughing, Hollens seemed to remember something and suddenly said, "By the way, there is a treasure house in Elgi City, which may have some very good things. We should try to find them. If we can catch the escaped Shabi Duke and question it, it will be much simpler."

Vincent smiled helplessly.

"Uh, sorry. Friend, I saw Grand Duke Shabi when you were fighting with the devil just now, so... you know, that's why I wasn't here just now."

He did not reveal the consequences of Grand Duke Shabi, but the meaning was clear. As for the reasons why he was not present, he also gave a perfect explanation.

Hollens waved his hand and flipped under his thick lips: "Then...well, if you force yourself to look for it, it would be as difficult as finding a needle in the sea. Vinson, what do you think we should do now?"

He pointed to the people who were still running around, and Vinson's voice was very light: "I think we can kill all of these people who killed the same clan. A person who does not stay and believes in the devil should follow the devil to hell, right?"

Hearing such a bloody suggestion, Hollens smiled lightly, and a ruthlessness appeared on his face as a stone statue: "Yes, at some point, killing can solve many things. Only with enough blood as a warning can people know that believing in the devil is equivalent to seeking death. Perhaps, in the process of chasing, you can also look for traces of the treasure house, then, I will go east."

"Go, my friend."

Never forgetting the treasure house inherited by Al, Hollens smiled and said goodbye to his friend, his whole body was shocked, and his body covered with stone armor, burst into a loud sound of wind and flew away.

This land was immediately left with only Vincent.

He chuckled slightly, walked towards the west, and began the violent killing process.

Whether it is a warlock with extraordinary power or a mortal who believes in the devil, there is no chance of escaping or hiding when he meets him. There is only one ending, that is death.

"You damn warlock, my lord will..."

While walking, a mortal strode out and accused him of spitting splashing. Vinson ignored this, and had no idea of ​​listening to the other party's words, and he died of a blink of an eye.

He was not interested in listening to the other party's next words at all, because the content of the language was basically the same, and he was talking about how powerful and kind the devil was, and then accusing Vincent of being a murderer and destined to be killed. Vincent's ears were called into calluses whenever he saw these people, he would be beaten to death, and even the chance of the other party disgusting himself was wiped out.

Believers of this kind of devil are all in their minds, and they take the object of faith first and do not care about the reality. Just like when they came here a few days ago, they met those supervisors, thinking that the sorcerer had rules that they could not kill mortals, so they jumped out and made all kinds of talk. As a result, they were completely honest when they were beaten to death with one slap.

Those who believe in cults are less aware of themselves than Hege in the academy. At least Hege also knows whether it is powerful or not. He does not dare to provoke himself again after the battle on the arena. These people are purely the kind of people whose minds are turned into mud, not afraid of death, but only protect the devil they believe in.

Perhaps, if you can use a word from your previous life to describe them, that is, you are brainless.

Vincent could not have mercy on such mortals. Every time he killed one, he was saving the lives of others.

Seeing that there was no one in front of him and there was a gap of space, he shook his head gently and shouted around: "The devil is a stupid bastard!"

This roar was like the legendary summoning technique. After a while, a large number of believers roared and rushed over from all directions, pointing all kinds of weapons in their hands towards Vincent.

Such a crazy believer will never allow anyone to insult the person he believes in. If someone speaks rudely, he will frantically try to cut the other party into meat sauce.

In response, Vincent rewarded him with a fireball.

As the fire shines, countless dead!

It killed all kinds of creatures like mowing grass, and his mind was thinking about the problem of absorbing mythical bloodline.

For warlocks, two issues need to be considered if they want to fuse other bloodlines.

One is whether the will can withstand the impact, and the other is the tolerance of the body.

It was mentioned earlier that the bloodline of creatures contains the cruelty and cruelty of biological nature. If the bloodline is to be absorbed, the will will inevitably fight against this cruel characteristic. Even if it is subdued, the fierceness will be hidden in the bloodline and continue to lurk and cannot be eliminated.

It would be fine if an ordinary warlock absorbs one or two, but if it absorbs too much, its consciousness will gradually become blurred and even become confused, which will eventually lead to mental collapse and soul death.

This is one of the big problems for warlocks to absorb bloodlines.

But his power of death can easily solve this problem!

The creatures killed by the power of death will be destroyed in the wildness of the bloodline, which means that the biggest obstacle to fusion of the mythical bloodline has completely disappeared. The nature of the creatures hidden in the bloodline is destroyed, so it will naturally not interfere with the will of the person who fusion bloodline. In this way, Vinson can absorb as much other bloodlines as possible!

Think about it, just a mythical bloodline can achieve this level. What if there are two, three, or even four or five?

He vaguely saw a path to the supreme power unfolding from now on.

However, this also has some side effects.

Because the residual characteristics of the creature are destroyed by death, when absorbing its bloodline power, it will be weaker than the original creature. Just like the original sun monster, Vinson's strength after absorbing the bloodline is far inferior to that of the sun monster.

However, compared to the benefits, this shortcoming is nothing.

Since the first point has been solved, we naturally have to think about the second point.

For warlocks, the body is a container. The larger the container, the stronger the more power it will bear. This is also one of the problems that restricts the warlock from absorbing bloodline power. If the absorbed bloodline is too strong and the body cannot bear it, it will collapse and shatter.

Vinson was also worried about this problem, because even though his body was strong, he could not bear too much blood, but now, there is a solution.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he swept away a large number of mortals who were rushing up.

"The fruit of the Eternal Tree, well, is a good thing."
Chapter completed!