Blasphemy: 6 at the price

Chapter 6: Feng Die woke up leisurely, but she was still in a daze. She couldn't understand what had happened or where she was.

She tried to move, but her body seemed to no longer obey her will. Then waves of burning pain hit her from every part of her body, making her moan uncontrollably.

She tried to open her eyes, but there was only a white light in front of her. There seemed to be something behind the light. She tried hard to see, but she couldn't see anything.

"You're awake." A rich, low, ethereal voice came from behind the light.

Feng Die wanted to move, but in addition to suffering more intense pain, she was still unable to move: "Am...where am I? Am I...dead?"

"You are teetering on the edge between life and death. Answer my question, elf! This will determine your life and death."

Feng Die's eyes were still completely white, and he couldn't see anything. She smiled bitterly and said: "If... I could choose, I would rather choose death. But... I can't die now."

"What else do you want?"

"I want...want...power."

"Why?"

"I want to kill all those druids..." Feng Die almost squeezed out these words through his teeth.

Her heart was throbbing again, and two lines of tears fell uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

Is the man she had given everything for just gone like this? She gave everything but got nothing in return. Now, even his basic physical existence has been obliterated!

Between life and death, all the love and hate in her heart became a thousand times clearer. The pain was equally clear.

The voice behind the white light was silent for a while, and then sounded again: "I can give you power, but the price is equally high."

"I am willing to pay...any price."

The white light gradually faded, and Fengdie's consciousness fell into a deep sleep again.

I don’t know how long it took, but Feng Die woke up again. This time, the burning pain and the extremely strong desire for blood disappeared, and her body also regained its ability to move, but she felt extremely weak, her body was empty, and there was almost no strength at all.

She opened her eyes and looked around blankly. Now her thinking is still stuck in an extremely slow state.

The first thing that catches the eye is the huge magic circle painted on the ceiling. Dozens of magic lights of various colors are slowly floating in the air. Each of them has its own invisible trajectory. They are staggered and will never collide with each other.

Fengdie looked at the fluttering magic lights for a while, then suddenly the world started spinning, and she felt extremely depressed.

"Are you awake? Don't look at the magic circle above your head. It is a very powerful dark curse circle. You will not be able to stand it if you look at it for a long time."

Fengdie struggled to sit up and looked around, only to find that he was sitting naked on a white jade platform. The room she was in was very large, and magic circles were drawn on the four walls at the moment. Various magic flames, crystals, gems, and many other things she couldn't name were embedded in the magic circles, all flashing. Shining with all kinds of lights.

In the corner of the room was a huge work table, which was piled with bottles and cans. A fat figure was busy in front of the table.

"Roger?"

The fat figure said without looking back: "Who else could it be if it wasn't me?"

"What's wrong with me? I only remember being hit by Lei Luo's dagger, but now...why do I have no power at all?"

"You are cursed by the Soul-Eating Dagger. The stronger your power, the greater the power of the curse. In order to temporarily control the onset of the curse, I have eliminated all your power."

"But I need strength!" Feng Die lost her voice.

The fat man smiled and said: "Don't worry. Soon you will have more power. In the future, you will find that those druids will be vulnerable to you. Of course, this comes at a price, because After all, I am not a god. I can only think of this way to lift your curse and give you more power. However, didn't you say that you can pay any price for powerful power? It seems that you finally understand. , in this world, only power is supreme. With power, you can act according to your own wishes."

Fengdie's thoughts became a little clearer. She looked down at her naked body. The perfect curve was still enough to make any man commit a crime, but at this moment, her skin had completely turned into a lifeless light gray. Her chest was There was a thin wound, the break was neat, and not a trace of blood seeped out.

"Lord Rogge, can you tell me what price I have to pay?"

While pouring a small bottle of blood-red potion into another large crystal dish, Rogge said: "Fengdie, you must have heard of a taboo name in the elven legends for thousands of years, the dark elf king Kara. Moss. Blood Moon, right?"

Feng Die trembled all over and said: "Kramoth Blood Moon? He used the power of darkness to lead countless elves into the bottomless abyss of corruption, and turned into an executioner who only knew killing and bloodthirsty! After being beaten by three Before the great elf king joined forces to destroy, he and the dark elves under him had their hands covered with the blood of the elves. Do you want to turn me into a dark elf? This... how is this possible? Kramos Blood Moon His dark power was so powerful that it once covered the entire sky! And how could you possibly know the method he used to lead the elves into darkness?"

"The Dark Elf King can turn hundreds of elves into dark elves at the same time. Of course, I am not that powerful. But with the power of magic props, I am still sure to turn you into a dark elf. What's more, There is no other good way now but to take some risks."

At this time, the door opened, and Froya walked in carrying a tray with more than a dozen bottles of various sizes placed on the tray.

Fengdie's thinking was still very slow. It took her a long time to wake up and she was naked. She let out a low cry and tried to cover her body. Only when she saw that it was Froya who came in did she feel relieved.

Rogg turned around and said: "Okay, let's get started!"

At his signal, Feng Die, whose mind was still confused, lay down obediently.

Roger took off his coat and was only wearing a pair of trousers. He stood quietly for a moment, his pupils slowly turned silver-white, his body gradually grew taller, and thin black scales appeared on his skin. He picked up a slender paintbrush, dipped it in a bottle of cyan magic potion, and drew one stroke on Fengdie's shoulder.

Given Rogg’s ferocious appearance and immense strength, it seemed very difficult to carry the paintbrush. He painted stroke by stroke, and with each stroke, Fengdie felt a biting chill penetrate into her bones. Her face had turned blue and her body was trembling. But she endured it all.

Finally, Rogge finished painting her left shoulder. The fat man was already sweating profusely and breathing heavily. He rested for a while, then grabbed a paintbrush again, this time dipped in bright red potion, and painted Fengdie's right shoulder.

A stream of scorching power couldn't help but rush into Feng Die's body. She felt that her blood was boiling and she was indescribably sad.

Roger painted slowly, one stroke at a time, but in the blink of an eye, Feng Die's body was covered with various magic patterns. During this period, Feng Die seemed to have endured all the pain he had ever endured in his life. But she gritted her teeth and held on. Fatty couldn't help but admire her tenacity.

I don’t know how much time passed, but Rogge wiped the sweat from his forehead and said weakly: "Now there is only the last step. I didn’t expect to be so tired! The Dark Elf King is really extraordinary!"

Every time Rogge drew a stroke, Fengdie's consciousness would become clearer. At this time, her mind was completely awake, and she felt that forces with different attributes were conflicting in her body. She sat up and took a look at her body, which had various magic patterns painted on it. To her surprise, these magic patterns were drawn beautifully and elegantly, which made Fengdie, who loved beauty very much, feel relieved a little.

She watched as Rogge picked out the thinnest pen and dipped it into the deep black paint in a tiny crystal bottle.

"Wait a minute..." Fengdie stopped Rogge and asked, "Will I become a dark elf after this time?"

Rogge nodded: "After the dark emblem is drawn on your face, I will use the dark curse to trigger the power of all the magic emblems, and then your body will be completely occupied by the power of darkness. Although with The black elves of Kramos and Blood Moon are different, but they are essentially the same. The powerful power of darkness will dispel the curse you have received."

Fengdie stared at Rogge's face and found a trace of hesitation in his eyes, and immediately asked: "Is there anything else you haven't told me?"

Rogg sighed: "The curse in you contains a very strong desire for blood. In order to completely suppress and replace this curse, after you become a dark elf, I will add a dark blood-devouring curse to you. . I have made some changes to this curse, removing the part of obeying the orders of the curser, and weakening the power added to you when Blood Devouring is activated. In this case, the curse will have a much lighter impact on your will. With your will, It should be possible to overcome the damage caused by the curse, but it is not without risk. This curse must be powerful enough to dispel the bloodthirsty **."

"Then after I become a dark elf, will I completely lose my will like the legendary dark elf and only know **** under the orders of the dark elf king?"

Rogge hesitated and said: "Fengdie, the nature of the power will indeed affect the owner's temperament, but this is not absolute. For example, low-level monsters or undead creatures are only slaves of the most primitive body. However, The wisdom of high-level demons or necromancers is not inferior to that of humans or wise men among elves. Therefore, whether you can overcome the influence of power and keep your mind clear depends entirely on your own will."

Fengdie asked: "What if I fail to overcome the influence of power? What will happen?"

"That doesn't matter, you will lose your will and obey my orders completely. But as your strength increases, you will have a chance to regain your consciousness in the future. Don't worry, I will let you kill enough Drews Yes."

"Lord Rogge, why didn't you just let me die instead of putting in so much effort to save me? I can see that you spent a lot of precious magic materials. Speaking of which, your men are not There is a shortage of people like me, and this is not a good deal."

Rogg said tiredly: "You want to kill the Druid, and I do too. Helping you is actually helping myself. There is nothing to be grateful for. The magic materials are gone. You can find, buy, and rob again. People If it's gone, you can never get it back. Before Adjani left, she asked me to take good care of you. I can't even fail to satisfy such a small wish of hers."

Fengdie was silent for a while, and suddenly asked: "Rogg, I heard that the dark elves are all...very..." At this point, her face turned red and she couldn't say any more.

Roger laughed and said: "Do you want to say lustful?"

Fengdie nodded slightly.

"Fengdie, historical records are always untrue, and legends are even more so. Dark elves admire power and worship dark gods. Although I don't know which **** the dark elf king actually believes in~IndoMTL .com~ But obviously, the morality that restrains the elves cannot restrain the dark elves. If they have sex, they will satisfy it. In the eyes of the elves, this is of course out-and-out lustful. But in the eyes of the dark elves, they I'm just obeying my truest instinct."

Roger paused for a moment and then said: "Of course, under the power of darkness, all your primitive instincts will be strengthened exponentially... For you, this is also one of the costs."

Fengdie looked up to the sky, wondering what he was thinking.

Rogg clicked the paintbrush into the black potion, glanced at a picture in his hand, and then walked towards Fengdie and said: "Are you ready? If you insist on the last dark emblem, you You will have powerful power. You have to remember that you must stay awake during this process. This is the key to whether you can have independent consciousness after becoming a dark elf."

Fengdie suddenly stopped Rogge's painting brush: "Wait a minute, although you didn't say it clearly, I also understand that after the ceremony, there is a high possibility that I will become an unconscious, bloodthirsty and lustful dark elf. ..."

She took off the paintbrush from Rogge's hand, put it aside, and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck.

"If this must be the case...at least, I hope my first time is sober..."