"You want to go back?"

Isabella was a little surprised by Aaron's decision and couldn't help asking more: "Why?"

At the beginning of the city of Laden, Aaron wanted to leave far away, and it was her lasting attempt to convince him.

And now, why did he want to go back?

When I went back this time, the danger coefficient was incomparable to the previous ones.

At least the previous Sogtos family would be concerned about face and dared to use assassination. But now, the news that Agrant III stole the authority of the Hanging Sword was leaked, so what greeted them was not as simple as assassination.

The Sogtos family will have sufficient reasons to vent their anger caused by Bales in various ways, and the Iris family will also have to remain silent about this matter for obvious reasons.

Even Aaron was not sure whether Sartre, or the Tower of Stars, could lend a helping hand to them under such conditions.

This news is conceivable, it is simply pounding His Majesty the King's face. Whether this news is true or not, it may not matter anymore...

Some truths do need to be mixed with lies to spread better.

Aaron took a deep breath and explained in a low voice: "Something I have to do, about my father."

"About your father...?"

"He may still be alive, and I'm afraid it's not as simple as I think." Looking at Alice's eyes, Aaron vaguely against his will.

There are some things that Alice can't know at this time.

And at this moment, Aaron faintly smelled a pungent smell of blood.

In the blink of an eye, Alice also moved her eyes slightly, turned her head and looked at a certain direction.

She also felt that something seemed to be approaching in the deep darkness.

Without waiting for Aaron to remind him, with a tiny sound, Garcia also came out of the tent. She first glanced at Aaron and Alice, and then stared at somewhere.

As a Northlander who has been traveling around for many years, Garcia feels equally keen: "What is that? What a strong smell of blood..."

As a warrior from the North, Garcia is no stranger to the smell of blood. After all, that is the environment he grew up from childhood.

Every qualified northerner must be thrown into a cold wind when he was young and stayed in the waist-deep snow pile for three hours.

This is an extremely rough and effective screening method. Only babies with strong vitality and strong will to survive can become a heroic warrior in the future, and will not implicate their family or even the entire tribe due to illness or weakness.

Therefore, Garcia, who grew up under such cruel conditions, grew up almost with ice and snow and blood.

Sometimes, the southerners are right, and the northerners are indeed some monsters who eat raw meat and drink blood. After all, it is a luxury to drink a sip of hot blood in the storm of tears that turn into ice.

However, the bloody smell seems to be too heavy...

With his nose shaking, Garcia could vaguely recognize several different bloods.

"Blood-eating puppet?" Ruschia, who is comparable to a search engine, lived up to Aaron's expectations at this time and whispered, "Be careful, those are all completely crazy people."

In fact, Ruschia's reminder was a little late.

Following Aaron's sight, the gasping sound of some creature echoed from the forest, mixed with the sound of breaking dead branches and leaves, making a crackling sound.

The smell of blood is even stronger...

He is approaching.

Aaron and Alice both bought a lot of dry firewood into the bonfire, and quietly raised their weapons in the burning fire.

Blood-eating disciples, as the name suggests, are a group of madmen who live in pursuit of blood.

Similar to other cultists, they also have an ancestor worthy of worship - the Blood Ancestor, who is a kind of existence that remains in the rumors of people to this day.

The sword-type extraordinary people believe that the human body itself can carry extraordinary aura, while the so-called beast blood means that the human body also contains the blood of other extraordinary races.

The beast bloodpeople activate, inject and even refine the extraordinary bloodline in their bodies, so that they can be continuously refined and finally reach the level of pure blood flowing from extraordinary races.

The beast blood is more radical than the beast blood. It can even be considered that they are the most paranoid among the beast blood.

Since extraordinary blood itself has power, why not fuse multiple extraordinary blood?

Why do you have to purify one of them?

Their Scriptures have always recorded a saying: "Man is born from blood and dies in blood."

If there is blood, it will be born, and if the blood is exhausted, it will die.

Everything, as long as blood flows, must come from their noble blood ancestors.

And they, the devout worshippers of the Blood Ancestor, just followed the path of the Blood Ancestor, and started from the scattered extraordinary blood, and gradually collected extraordinary blood, and finally got closer to the Blood Ancestor...

This is why they are crazy people.

No normal person's consciousness can completely control the complicated extraordinary blood, and no human can completely absorb and accommodate various blood from different components, originating from different organisms.

"Blood……"

A low hissing sound rang out, and a huge palm filled with blood spread the shadow open, and then a head slowly poked out.

The smell of blood became stronger, and even wisps of bright red mist began to float in the air.

The blood with complex ingredients intertwined, and its strange smell was almost disgusting.

The blood-eating puppy was looking at his prey with his red eyes.

Through the light of the bonfire, Aaron saw his outfit.

It was like a layer of red paint was poured from head to toe, and the blood-eating pussy was covered with a thick dark red liquid.

They did not drip as quickly as usual in blood, but were sticky and slowly squirmed on the surface of the body.

From head to toe, Aaron could only see a vague human form, but even his facial features could not be clearly seen, because the blood had completely covered most of his face, and he could only see those shiny red eyes.

"He was stained with the breath of the fresh earth-diamond worm..." Ruoschia explained, "I'm afraid he got a portion of blood from somewhere..."

He doesn't need to say much about the next words.

A piece of blood from the Earth-Dragon Worm may not be of great value to other extraordinary people, but it is of great significance to cultists and even blood-eating pupils.
Chapter completed!