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Chapter 929 - 929 477 Hand of Blood God Umirah (4300)_2

Chapter 929: 477 Hand of Blood God Umirah (4300)_2 Chapter 929: 477 Hand of Blood God Umirah (4300)_2 Only by doing so could he feel satisfied.

Swish!

Andrew turned into an afterimage as he swooped down, taking the lead. All the blood energy in his wings surged into his right claw, weaving into a pair of gloves so dark they seemed black. Carrying a strong, bloody aura. His claws, as thick as a tree stump, slashed through the air with a hissing sound.

The claw tips drew five red lines in the airstream, aiming for Casio’s head.

Crack!

With extreme speed, Andrew brushed past Casio’s shoulders and appeared behind him. His eyes were filled with lingering scarlet and killing intent, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved upward.

He steadied himself in a dynamic pose with one leg forward and arms outstretched.

“Taken down! That was easy…”

“Taken down? More like got taken down…”

Suddenly, the silhouette that was supposed to be dead with its head torn apart quietly spoke from behind, the words cold. The figure snapped its fingers lightly.

Pop!

In an instant, Andrew’s entire body stiffened in place, like a statue full of kinetic energy. In his eyes was a thick sense of disbelief, along with a vitality that faded in a flash. Crash, he crumbled like a man made of gravel, starting from the top of his head; skull, skin, hair all disintegrated into powder, drifting with the wind like smoke. In half a breath, the dark red smoke had reached Andrew’s neck. The head on his shoulders was completely gone, decomposed into nothingness.

Boom… The rest of his body disintegrated instantly, as if a castle of gravel had collapsed. Bones, flesh, blood—all became part of the gravel.

A High Rank member of the Blood Clan was instantly killed just like that!

As Casio’s strength continued to improve, the power he wielded became more and more terrifying. He was even striding meteorically towards the peak realm of the Holy Fist. Every move he made was filled with dreadful power.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The other three Blood Clan members glided like fighter planes, quickly engaging in combat with Otto, Anthony, Fiona, and the rest. Blood energy scattered in all directions amidst the fierce clashes, bursting into blood flowers on the ground and cave walls. It looked morbid yet oddly beautiful.

Casio’s gaze swept over the scene, but he didn’t pay attention to his subordinates. Instead, he walked on his own towards the slumbering Blood Nest where the high-order vampires lay.

To his side, the lucky Daxi who had no opponent also followed quickly, buttering up to Casio. He blabbered about how terrifying the strength that Casio displayed was, how the enemies were like chickens and dogs, easily defeated.

Casio did not heed him and simply walked over to the Blood Pool.

Looking down, he saw a layer of sticky red liquid rippling quietly within. It smelled sweet and bloody, obviously specially processed blood. Among the liquid lay stacked black coffins with slumbering high-order members of the Blood Clan inside.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly stretched out his hand, his fist plunging violently towards the surface of the water. Suddenly, a thin layer of blood-colored energy rippled out from the pool, quickly covering the entire surface and turning into a glass-like film. Casio’s punch landed on it, yet it did not crack in the slightest.

He slowly pulled back his arm, slightly furrowing his brow. The quality of this blood-colored energy before his eyes was very high, so much so that it reached an exaggerated level.

Vaguely, it also gave Casio a sense of threat.

“What is this?”

He turned to look beside him. Daxi, who had been fawning without getting a response, perked up and eagerly said, “My Lord, this Blood Pool, along with the intricate pattern of rituals and channels next to it, was actually an important node in the water vortex area of the Oyon Ruins. After the Blood Clan took over, they transformed it into a Blood Nest for slumbering purposes. The Blood Nest acts as a core, with ritual pathways extending out in all directions, constantly running the Ceremony of Longevity’s blood. This ceremony can garner the attention and protection of the legendary True Ancestor of Blood, Umirah, and every so often, blood of longevity forms at the bottom of the Blood Nest. It can nourish all high-order vampires in the pool, allowing them to sleep for long periods and slowly nourish their strength while delaying decay…”

Daxi explained in great detail, almost as if assuming a posture of a sycophant who expects a reply to a casual remark with a lengthy flattering response.

“The True Ancestor of Blood, Umirah?” Casio’s brow furrowed slightly.

“Yes, it is said that the ritual of immortality’s blood, the method of constructing the slumbering Blood Nest, and various knowledge of energy-gathering ceremonies were all gifts from the True Ancestor of Blood, Umirah, in an extremely distant era…”

Daxi spoke truthfully.

“Then, is there a way to break the Blood Nest’s automatic defenses?”

Casio felt that the defensive film was not easy to shatter.

“Of course, there is, my lord,” Daxi explained confidently. “The slumbering Blood Nest has the accumulated blood of immortality at the bottom of the pond as energy. It can also harness the energy of the many Blood Clan powers that sleep within the nest through the ceremonies. The defense, when the two energies combine, cannot be breached by anyone in this world, aside from a being of that realm. Naturally, there are no absolute defenses over time, the ceremonies around the blood pool become worn and less efficient. Moreover, there’s a positional requirement for the arrangement of the coffins in the Blood Nest; both ends of each sleeping Blood Clan have to be connected to the virtual lines of the ceremonies on both ends of the pond and the cave wall…”

“This way, the power of the Blood Clan can be guided to form the defense.”

Daxi stretched out a hand and pointed to the six empty coffins in the pond: “In fact, the current ceremonies have already formed loopholes, some of the Blood Clan have left their designated positions. My lord, you just need to target a loophole and strike continuously. As long as the power is strong enough, it can cause the aura within the slumbering Blood Nest to leak. And the holy beetles are particularly sensitive to the Blood Clan’s aura, they will definitely charge towards the slumbering Blood Nest, creating a flood. Just now, I’ve seen that this beetle tide is far larger than any before. Such scale, I fear, is enough to rapidly deplete the energy of the slumbering Blood Nest, lowering it to the point where you could break the defense with your intervention…”

His lips moved quickly as he gave advice like a shrewd strategist. After sharing the Blood Clan’s insider information with Casio, he didn’t forget to remind him.

“Of course, what I’ve said concerns how to break the defense of the slumbering Blood Nest. As for what ancient means, foundations those old monsters inside the Nest, who have slept for a thousand years, might have—I don’t quite know. After all, I entered the Blood Nest much later…”

Casio nodded and gave Daxi a glance. He hadn’t expected this creature to have some usefulness beyond flattering and pandering; it was indeed a workable material.

It was a pity that it was hypnotized and wouldn’t last long.

“Damn it! Daxi! You bastard, what the hell are you saying?”

“You’ve told the enemy all our secrets! You deserve to die!”

Not far away, the three Blood Clan members who were entangled in combat had evidently heard Daxi’s words. Their expressions changed dramatically, and they cursed in furious anger.

“It is you who should die! A bunch of frogs at the bottom of the well, go to your deaths!”

A flash of anger crossed Daxi’s face as he boldly requested combat from Casio.

After receiving Casio’s nod of approval, his entire being immediately entered a state of explosive Blood Gift, and then, with a flash, he brazenly charged into the battle.

It turned out he intended to join Casio’s three subordinates in killing the Blood Clan!

At the still scene, only Casio was left quietly observing the Blood Nest.

Actually, besides Daxi, there were already five high-rank Blood Clan members, who, like lambs to the slaughter, had gathered close to Casio’s mouth. If all were absorbed, even with the decline in the effectiveness of higher secret martial arts and the cumulative decline from absorbing too much of the same attribute’s life vibration energy, it seemed already sufficient to advance the progress of his magic puppet secret weapon to ninety percent.

In other words, at this moment, Casio’s spirit was on the cusp of entering the realm of Ultimate Fighter—a near certainty. Then was there still a need to risk breaching the defenses of the slumbering Blood Nest? After all, inside it might be countermeasures from the True Ancestor of Blood, Umirah, which could be very dangerous.

Casio always held the enemy in contempt strategically but took them seriously tactically.

He would never believe that at this stage he could challenge an existence at the level of an ultimate dark body, even if it were measures left by such a being…

However, according to Daxi, this mole’s description and analysis, the opportunity at hand truly appeared to be an excellent one. A massive insect tide triggered by Casio himself, if directed elsewhere, could significantly weaken the Blood Nest’s power. He thought it was worth a try to observe the effects of the insect tide.

Casio planned to fish in troubled waters, waiting to intervene when both sides were weakened from their conflict. He did not aim to completely annihilate the slumbering Blood Nest, which may still hold the measures of the True Ancestor of Blood, Umirah, but he intended to squeeze out some benefits. For instance, capturing a few high-order Blood Clan members unawares, further improving his magic puppet secret weapon’s level. Or, while the Blood Nest and the insect tide were at odds, posing as a second threat to watch the tiger fight from the mountain and pressuring the Blood Clan to cough up some spoils voluntarily.

What was the blood of immortality, what taste and effect did it have?

Casio had never tried it before…