The red dusk wrapped Gun tightly. The pure energy that had previously tortured Gun to death was extremely gentle at this moment, like a cover surrounding him. Through the gap, Gun could see the surrounding earth shattered and burned in the energy explosion, and the large rocks raised from the ground were melted by high temperature, and for a moment it was like a sea of ​​fire.

Even through the barrier of the cloak, Gehn could hear the huge roar from outside. The blood clan ancestors had accumulated countless years of huge energy, and it was instantly released by Sangjido. The blood-colored light around it lasted for ten seconds before it stopped.

The cloak's defense slowly unraveled, and Gehn poked his head out and saw that he was in a magma. The ground under his feet had turned into a stone pillar, and the surroundings had been melted by the powerful energy. The cloak also emitted a thin energy field to prevent Gehn from the invasion of high temperatures. It has to be said that it is quite human.

Although it was an accidental gain and was almost killed by it, this red dusk is really a treasure. With it, it will be much easier to deal with powerful opponents, at least it will be enough to save your life.

Above a sea of ​​lava fire, besides Gehn, there was actually a living person who was struggling in pain in the magma, desperately climbing onto the solid ground around him.

It was Sanjido! He was not dead yet! After climbing onto the ground, he untied the fishman form and turned back to the appearance of the thin boy. However, the strange tattoo on his body disappeared, and he looked much more normal.

A red wind blew, and Vermeer appeared from a group of blood bats as if he had cut through the void. He grabbed Sangido's neck with one hand and carried him in front of him. The thin boy's feet were off the ground, and his hands were tightly pressed against Vermeer's hand. The resentment in his eyes did not diminish at all.

"Geon? You are so tough. You are not dead. This dress is good. I seem to have seen it in the Abnormal Research Department. Is it the doctor given to you?" Roland stood aside with his hands in his arms, looking at Gueon in surprise.

"It's a bit complicated. I'll explain it later. You can rush back to the research department first! If Lasambo succeeds, he will withdraw immediately! It will be too late!" said Gehn, who used the gliding force of his bone wings to leave the magma and bring it to the safe area.

"It's not too late to solve it first. Tell me, who are you? Why do you do this?" Vermeer increased his strength, and Sangido could not break free and could not breathe.

"Ha, you still have the face to question me...Don't you remember? Can't you remember it at all?" Sanjido smiled bitterly with a desperate and helpless smile on his face. He no longer cares about his ending. Even if there is no hope of revenge, he will not surrender in the end.

"I don't know you, and I haven't done anything."

"I am a deep-sea people. Because we are cursed by you, our clan has always lived in the unlit sea without light. We are regarded as monsters by the world. Our young bodies have no memory or intelligence and can only eat each other. We can only climb the shore of the Shanghai shore and transform into human form until we were eighteen years old. These are all curses you have brought down..." Sanjido accused with grief and anger.

"The sea outside the world? Is it the Logiran Strait?" Vermil seemed to know some inside story. After thinking for a while, he smiled bitterly, "It turns out that it is you. I don't know what Lasambo people told you. What I want to tell you is the truth. Let's tell you the truth. Let's tell you the truth. All this is your own fault. You can't blame others. Two hundred years ago... During the civil war between the blood clan, your tribe took advantage of the emptiness of the Dracula family territory.

The aircraft attacked and opened the immortal hall of our previous generation of Blood Ancestors. Inside was my great-grandfather. His spirit was dead, and only an immortal corpse was left. Your tribe members shared his flesh and blood in order to obtain immortality. The alien race could not bear the power of the blood clan, so they would naturally change. This curse was caused by you and had nothing to do with us. On the contrary, our Dracula clan was also a victim. If it weren't for the civil war, you would have been liquidated long ago."

"Do you think I'll believe it?"

"Believe it or not, your deep sea people themselves are branches of the Naga tribe, and later became my great-grandfather's family guarding the sea area for him. You may have been peeking at the power of immortality for a long time, but you don't know that the eternal life of the blood tribe itself is a curse, and the pain you have experienced is also what we have experienced." Vermil let go of his hand, and the thin boy fell heavily on the ground and coughed heavily. Then he turned and left without looking back.

"You let him go?" Roland asked. "This kid is a traitor. He almost killed us and let me shoot him."

"He knows nothing, he's just a pawn. When the matter is over, let the court decide him, not to mention that he is my own person now."

"Owner?"

"Yes, he has a blood clan breath, a true blood clan breath. He must have realized that Lasambo was sent to die. In a state of madness, he secretly absorbed part of the blood of his ancestors. The cursed people had originally inherited the flesh and blood of my great-grandfather in their bodies. With the effect of the blood of his ancestors, he has now transformed into a blood clan, so he has the power to survive the explosion." Vermeer explained.

"Then who is from now? Are you? Or Lasambo?" Roland was a little puzzled.

"It doesn't count. He is now an independent blood clan. It's ironic. The blood clan has not been born in a new branch for many years. The new blood clan was born like this." Vermil smiled bitterly. He didn't know what to do with that guy. In the long-term era when the blood clan was born, Dracula was also a low-level blood slave created by his ancestors. At that time, they were like these cursed people... and struggled out of pain and chaos.

"What exactly do Lasambo want to find? The Abnormal Research Department... Do they want the World Tree species?" Roland couldn't help but be afraid when he thought of this. If that thing falls into the hands of a group of madmen, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Chapter completed!