Sun God Marvel Chapter 1758: It’s all based on luck.

Suddenly there was a deafening sound from the dim forest. It was the long roar of the Law Protector Tianlong. And when such a voice sounds, it actually means that a greater movement is coming.

Sure enough, the ground began to shake. The ancient castle seems to be unable to hold on anymore. In the skyrocketing fire, countless stones are like splashes of water, which are shot all over the sky by the impact of violent flames. And in such a disaster-like scenario, Strange, who had just put away the Protector Tianlong, appeared abruptly in front of the collapsed castle, and looked at the stuff in his hand with a sigh.

He is holding a head in his hand, more precisely, a deformed head.

It looks like a human appearance, but the overall facial features have been distorted into a deformed state. Especially the split structure of the mouthpiece that resembles an insect, and the tongue that looks like a living worm, this guy should belong to the ranks of monsters.

In fact, he can indeed be called a monster.

This guy is called the blood **** by people in this eastern European land, and his origin is related to a count hundreds of years ago.

Two hundred years ago, an earl under the king of Austria ruled here. At the age of nearly fifty, he had taken three wives, but he did not have any heirs.

Unwilling to reconcile that the territories he had gained during his whole life would eventually fall into the hands of an irrelevant person, this earl had the idea of ​​longevity in his later years. For this reason, he sheltered a bunch of heretics under the eyes of Catholicism, and the reason why he sheltered these heretics is because these heretics claim that they have mastered the method of summoning the blood **** and granting eternal life.

Although it was a very unwise act to offend Catholicism in such an era, under the temptation of immortality, the earl resolutely took the risk.

As a rare figure in the era, he was able to rely on his military exploits to be awarded the title of earl step by step. He made perfect arrangements for his plan. And under his arrangement, nothing happened to reveal that the Holy See paladin came to pay the house and other stupid things. Everything was a matter of course. The cult successfully summoned their so-called blood god, and he successfully received eternal life.

It's just that this eternal life is too far apart from what he imagined.

At the beginning, he thought that the so-called blood **** might have something to do with the legendary vampire. So when he thought about it, the worst result was that he became a vampire, and he could only hide in the dark night.

Although this sounds bad, it is not unacceptable compared to immortality. It's just that things are a bit worse than he thought.

Because the so-called blood **** is not a vampire at all, but an evil **** from a different space. And its so-called immortality is not just a simple gift, but a very costly parasitic.

The blood **** summoned by the cultists was parasitic on the earl's body, and it turned him into such a monster.

Become a monster. For humans, this may be worse than death. Faced with such a result, the earl who is still sensible is of course unacceptable. So he immediately ordered the massacre of these cultists and destroyed everything about this cult ceremony.

However, the fault has been cast. He has become a monster that is irreversible. Because of the influence of parasites, he knew exactly what the blood **** who parasitized himself and transformed himself into a monster wanted. It wants to spread its race in this world and transform all humans like him into monsters like him.

For this earl, he really shouldn't make mistakes again and again. So when his conscience found out, he began to give birth to a mind that would end up with this blood god.

But it’s difficult to ask Buddha easy to send it to Buddha. After all, it is an existence with a word of God in its name, and wanting to die with it is not so easy thing.

First of all, this blood **** is almost immortal. Every drop of the turbid blood flowing from its parasitized body can function itself as if it is alive, and as long as such blood can find a living body, then it can spawn a new monster in a parasitic way.

Such monsters are not afraid of knives and axes, and all the fatal harm to humans has no way to affect them. The only way to kill them is to purify them with flames and burn them to ashes. But this method is only effective for ordinary monsters. For the main body of the blood god, the flame cannot completely eliminate him.

It can only be weakened at best, not destroyed. In response to this, the earl gave such an order to his leaders while he was still sensible.

He ordered his castle to be sealed, and used heavy pig iron to build a huge coffin for himself. Later, he walked to the torture rack under his own will, and after being completely burned, he was placed in this coffin by his own people and sealed up forever.

This is the only way he can think of as a human being. It is also the only thing he can do to pay for his sins. Just in case, he even left a legacy. If someone opened his coffin, let him reappear in the world. Then his descendants will do everything possible to cremate him again and seal it up before he can fully recover.

The stories circulated in the nearby towns came from this legacy. The so-called crutches on the ground is the unique feature of this earl. After losing a foot in the war, he could only use crutches instead of walking all his life, and even if it was placed in the coffin, his silver crutches were always by his side.

The blood **** can only make him live forever, not let him grow another leg. And if he really wakes up, as long as he doesn't want to crawl and walk, then crutches are his necessities.

As for why the target is a child? This is a rule of predation on the weak in nature.

The fighting power of the blood **** is not strong, don't look at his name with a **** word, but from the real god, he is thousands of miles away. Except for that peculiar undead ability, he has nothing to praise at all. Not to mention the existence of the level of fighting against the gods, even if an ordinary person is well-trained and fully prepared, it is only a matter of paying a price to deal with him.

Under this premise, once he has fallen into a state of weakness and wants to recover, he can only start with those weak larvae.

This is why the residents of the small town use this word of mouth story to warn each other and protect their children. Because it couldn't be easier for a hungry monster to attack a child.

The thing that the mage experienced at the beginning was an accidental event that this monster parasitized by the blood **** got out of trouble. And the mage who passed through nine deaths before sealing it, obviously regarded it as a show off capital, and dignifiedly recorded it in Kama Taj's library.

This is actually a fair thing. After all, the mage is also a human being. You can't stop others from boasting in your own notes and being arrogant. But the problem is that this misunderstood note clearly made Strange the wrong idea.

He originally thought this blood **** was a visitor from hell, and he could follow the ritual of summoning it to find a gate to hell, but now it seems that this is obviously not working.

Although the blood **** comes from other worlds, this other world is just an ordinary different space, and has nothing to do with hell. After figuring this out, Strange naturally discovered that he ran for nothing.

The reason why he said it again is because this is not the first time he has done such a thing. The vast number of notes made him hardly see a head, and based on the principle of chance, he simply changed his mind, and began to practically explore one after another with suspicious notes.

If you are lucky, maybe he can find a way to open the door of **** in a mysterious event that is vague, perhaps even the author himself did not understand. But as far as the current situation is concerned, his luck is not good.

Before coming to this Eastern European town, and by the way, he resolved their fears of the blood **** for hundreds of years, he had made a special trip to North America to find the legendary house of horror. As a result, although the House of Horror was bombed by him, and the countless evil spirits in it were burned to ashes by him, he did not find a way to get through **** there.

The result here is not as good as the house of horror. At least there was a touch of **** there, and some big devil's shadows could be seen more or less. And here, it was simply the evil **** of different dimensions at work, and it was also a weak evil god.

In normal times, Strange didn’t mind carrying forward the Kama Taj style taught by Baron Mordor, and sealed the parasitic head of the blood **** with magic and placed it in their mage’s temple. As exhibits to visit.

This can build up the confidence of young apprentices of wizards and make them realize what a powerful wizard can achieve. Second, it can also deter those evil gods in different dimensions, allowing them to understand that the earth is not only their hunting ground, but also their burial ground. But now, he obviously doesn't have this mood.

The magic fire of the Protector Tianlong appeared on his hand, and the blood god, who was originally known as the immortal, was immediately burned to ashes. Afterwards, Strange didn't care about the ashes left in his hands, and directly took out a notebook from his pocket and sketched it out.

"Eastern European castles, this one can be crossed out. It's a waste of time. I really don't know how the old wizard was so arrogant. He can say that such a weak chicken character is a dead end. Experience. It looks like it's just a mage apprentice in almost all cases."

"Forget it, get ready to go to the next place. Let me see, is it the Pyramid of the Inca region, a forbidden zone with no survivors? Or is it a mysterious tavern in New Mexico that can only be accidentally encountered by luck? What?"

While burying the unscrupulous bragging of the author of the original note, Strange became annoyed about his next goal.

This is purely a matter of luck, even he himself doesn't know what kind of things he will encounter before he really intervenes. Maybe it's the gate of hell, maybe some other mysterious existence. In terms of probability alone, the possibility of the former is actually very slim.

If there was a better choice, he would definitely not want to bump into headless flies like he is now. After all, in terms of luck, he has always been the one with the back. But unfortunately, he has no other choice, especially in such a tight time.

So he can only try his luck one by one to see if Goddess of Luck will look at the face of so many people's lives and give himself a special favor.

Probably, Goddess of Luck really changed his opinion because of this problem. Just when he was at a loss and planned to start off casually, suddenly, he felt a wave of special spells.

The fluctuation is on him, but it is not the result of his own mana changes. As for this, Strange first froze for a moment, and then immediately took out the core of the shadow distortion that had been secretly collected before.

Not surprisingly, special spell fluctuations appeared on this thing. And just when he watched the seal on the core shattered, thinking that the shadow distortion was about to be reborn~IndoMTL.com~ a cloud of shadows spewed out suddenly, and in an instant, it has already evolved into a The image he is familiar with.

Baron Mordor, his teacher. This particular change surprised him, but he quickly recovered his senses and immediately understood the hidden secrets, so he immediately asked Baron Mordo in front of him.

"Teacher, did you arrange this? You deliberately left this core to me?"

"Of course. Otherwise, just two mortals, how can I be qualified to use this level of magic?"

Baron Mordor's answer was exactly the same as Strange's guess, and at the same time Strange took a sigh of relief, he was inevitably curious.

"Why do you want to do this kind of thing? Is there anything you can't tell me in front of me?"

"Things are more complicated than you think, Strange. You, me, or the entire Kama Taj are already involved in a great vortex. I'm not sure in such a vortex. How can we protect ourselves. Therefore, I can only think of ways to make the most comprehensive measures."

The shadowed Baron Mordor sighed, and then he warned Strange.

"Listen, Strange, this is just a clone of me. I can only use this method to temporarily avoid their sight. We are running out of time, so I must make a long story short. Death Canyon, Let those people be careful about the situation there. The world is about to have terrible turbulence, and the core of the turbulence is here. This is a conspiracy, and everyone has been calculated, including ourselves. Therefore, we must respond as quickly as possible. Time is really running out!"

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