Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 781 - 170: Either You Die or I Perish_4

Chapter 781: Chapter 170: Either You Die or I Perish_4

Entry into Blood Magic is easy, but its limitations are evident. After all, one can only draw blood magic power from a victim directly killed by their own hands. With this constraint, even if all the 100,000 citizens of Moore became mages, there would only be a few who could truly come into power. The occupational structure of a society could not all serve the nation’s defense forces and practice magic. Who would spin yarn? Who would farm? Who would collect taxes? Who would forge metal? Who would run brothels? Who would handle dung?

Back at the surface, the only tangible advantage Moore Kingdom managed was... the current number of mages in Moore was as high as 800. Most were Magic Apprentices and Apprentice Mages. If they could promote one rank, they would just be apprentice mages or intermediate mages. Although their destructive power was a bit weak, the strategy of overwhelming numbers was not a bad choice. The most important point was that the existing 42 intermediate mages in Moore would all rise by one rank, thus becoming advanced mages with Blood Infants. Add to that Sword Chants, who surely could also be promoted one rank alongside, this means a definite boost!

Liu Zhenhan finally understood why those two Moore mages, who rode on Blood Infants, would desperately retrieve more than a dozen snake eggs of the high-grade magical beast Fenyanser from the deep Salino Swamp, at the cost of losing countless Troll Bat Knights. They were preparing the incubation of blood infants for their 42 upcoming advanced mages after returning to the surface! After all, there are not many magical creatures born from eggs, and most of them are crawling magical beasts. Eggs of powerful and agile magical beasts are really rare, so it is worth seizing the opportunity to get eggs of high-grade magical creatures that both belong to the flying line and possess powerful fire magic.

Luckily, the two idiot mages were wiped out in the sneak attack by the Hell Black Dragon and Evil-eye Tyrant. Otherwise, as soon as they returned to the surface, the two guys would immediately turn into Magic Tutors! Even so, an 800-mage group with 42 Blood Magic advanced mages as the core would not be belittled by any country on the Aegean Continent. The military powerhouses of the Aegean Continent, whether the Saint Francisco Empire or Pompeii Empire, have only about ten court magicians at most, which including magic apprentices and trainee mages, would not exceed 30 to 40. Add to that the power of the people, even a military powerhouse could hardly gather a force of 70 uneven mages. Liu Zhenhan spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm hatefully.

These simple inferences are presumably understood by everyone. Therefore, a simpler inference is placed in front of everyone... The Feilengcui Lord suddenly learned blood magic, but he is not drawing blood magic power from an earthworm but from three super-level magical beasts...

Although the great Lord Lord would not use any magic attack, he is now a Magic Tutor-level mage...

Now it was late February, and there was only about a week left for the annual eclipse period on March 4. That being said, after "Blood Moon Praise", Lord Richard of Feilengcui will become an honored Blood Magic Tutor with a "Blood Infant" in his head.

"Huh huh. So you, a meatball, want the ’Magic Tutor Infant’ that hasn’t grown in my head yet..." Liu Zhenhan was so angry that he couldn’t utter a coherent sentence, glaring at the damnable Evil-eye Tyrant, the veins on his forehead popped out.

"Not Magic Tutor, but Saint Chiao’s infant," the Evil-eye Tyrant casually corrected Liu Zhenhan’s words: "Aren’t there two Fairy Dragons and an Eastern Firebird here, as well as many high-ranking heroes... You’re already a Magic Tutor. Presumably, if you draw their blood, you should be able to reach the level of a Magic Tutor. Then I’ll secretly take you to the surface world. After you receive the blessing of the bloody moonlight, won’t you be a Saint Chiao mage?"

The air was filled with the wild laughter of the Evil-eye Tyrant, who was showing his large triangular teeth. This time the Evil-eye Tyrant was not using mental power, but his largeteeth to make a cheerful laugh. The dry and horrifying laughter, like rhythmic collisions of two pieces of fat, was fighting.

Liu Zhenhan also laughed. He found it incredible.

If becoming a Magic Tutor requires absorbing the blood magic power of four super-level magical beasts, then a Saint Chiao Master would require at least ten such super-level magical beasts, likely even more. Whether it’s mainline magic, niche magic, or fallen magic, the higher you climb, the harder it gets. A consensus in the magic world is that achieving the highest rank of fallen magic is extremely difficult. For ten thousand years, only Magic Tutor Kantona has managed to pass through Gang Wind Trench and emerge from the underworld among the Blood Elves.

If it were in the surface world, maybe no Blood Magic practitioner would deliberately postpone the "Blood Moon Praise" until reaching the Magic Tutor stage. That being said, the mages who used the almost cheating method of "Blood Moon Praise" to promote to the most difficult Saint Level and step into the ranks of top-tier masters would be unprecedented themselves.

Thinking of this, Liu Zhenhan laughed even more cheerfully.

"Are you happy to draw the blood magic power of your companions and finally become a Saint Chiao magician in my arms?" the Evil-eye Tyrant asked surprisingly. It felt that this guy was really incredible.

"Of course, I’m happy," Liu Zhenhan winked at the Evil-eye Tyrant. "Forgot to tell you a fact, I am also a Night Watcher... an alien elf enjoying the protection of the ’Curse of the Fallen God’. Whoever kills me, their heart will break and die due to the curse rebound."

"Naturally, I have a way to prevent you from dying completely. For the Evil-eye Tyrant, this is not very difficult." The Evil-eye Tyrant’s words still sounded so relaxed: "To the ends of the earth, I will eat your ’infant’."

"Why don’t you go eat shit!" Liu Zhenhan brandished his Ancient Power Fire Gun and said coldly.

At this point, everyone had understood that there was no longer any possibility of a peaceful resolution between the Evil-eye Tyrant and Feilengcui. Even if they were mutual to run away in a space ring, it wouldn’t make much sense. Even if they returned to the surface, they wouldn’t be able to dodge the harassment of this Evil-eye Tyrant.

Holding the Green-Edged Sword, Yitiao soared into the sky and issued an intense cry. Behind him, the magic summoning spell of the "Dream of Emerald" rang through the land.

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