Unfathomable Doomsday

Chapter 185

Lucius hates the feeling of being played by others

Although no one likes to be teased by others Lucius has an unusual hatred for this. As a child, there often seemed to be a guy who often teased him for fun, quite a scruffy man, but Lucius could not remember who he was.

Picking up the broken MP3, Lucius gently squeezed it into debris, it fell to the ground.

It's the same this time

The corners of Lucius's mouth were slightly outlined, and he raised his hand. Suddenly, a small bat appeared in the shadow cast by the light from Lucius's hands.

The bat flew in front of Lucius, blood surging on its body, forming Lucius's appearance

Lucius never said that the main body is himself

The skill of Blood Clone was very easy to use

As a hunter, Lucius will not underestimate any prey. If this prophet has prophecy skills, he must have fled long ago. If he stays here, unless he is looking for death, then there must be a hidden motive.

Lucius does not know what his hidden motive is. If he does not escape because he thought he was powerful, Lucius will crush his confidence harshly.

Even without the power of blood manipulation, the Yamato Blade sharpness is not to be played with. Lucius's combat power is, most likely, slightly stronger than the strongest knight, Don Quixote. Whether it is a large-scale fight or hand-to-hand combat, the ultimate purpose of the battle is to kill the enemy!

Lucius was definitely stronger than the strongest knight. If not because of his power, then because of some of his unique way of escape.

The blood clone was stationed at the entrance, creating a barrier that no living being could step out of.

The clone turned into blood and flowed into Lucius's body.

Lucius closed his eyes and began to read the memories in the clone.

The blood clone possessed a portion of Lucius's power, and if defined, it was also a type of puppet made of blood.

Memories can also be shared.

"A child?"

Lucius was slightly stunned after reading the memories of the Blood Clone.

The so-called prophet' had not fled early. He had stayed inside this room without leaving, just as Lucius had thought. The prophet' was incredibly fast, even to the extent that even the Blood Clone didn't even have time to strike. It disappeared right in front of him.

But after using Lucius's abnormal dynamic vision. He saw the true face of the so-called Prophet' clearly.

Child. who is only about twelve years old.'

Lucius how did not expect that it would be a child.

And

"Hello, older brother"

"!"

As Lucius continued to remember, he suddenly found that this guy's face appeared in front of the blood clone!

In the Blood Clone's memory, when he turned into a small bat squatting in the corridor. This guy appeared in front of the Blood Clone!

He didn't run away. He was even said hello to Lucius's Clone!

"Now is not the time to meet, brother. Before I give you a big surprise, I need to maintain some mystery. "

This childish and crisp voice seemed to ring in Lucius's ears!

Lucius wanted to see his or her face clearly.

Suddenly A sharp pain came from Lucius's fingertips. Everything in the picture became blurred. Lucius froze once again. He lowered his head to look at the blood flowing on the ground.

It's useless!'

This was the first time Lucius had encountered blood that he could not control freely.

The Blood Clone's body was actually equivalent to his own body

Lucius looked at the blood-stained on his fingertips. It was as if the blood resisted Lucius or turned into something that did not belong to him.

This time, Lucius was really silent. He simply has no way to control the puddle of blood on the table.

What is this blood?

About eight percent of human body weight is blood. Anyone who lost more than four thousand milliliters of blood will die!

But for Lucius, a vampire race and the true ancestor who has reached the top of this race, Blood was Lucius's life! Arms! Power! Birthright

This represents a lot of things. If every drop of red blood is existence, then Lucius is the king who rules these existences.

Anyone who has blood flowing in their bodies must obey Lucius's orders.

But now, Lucius's authority was provoked

How long has it been since Lucius has experienced this feeling?

The feeling of losing his weapon.

Right now, the pool of blood flowing on the small table started to draw a weird route on it, leaving a trace

Under Lucius's gaze, this puddle of blood gradually formed a line of English words

I.'

Iwant to play a game with you.'

This sentence is the opening remark of Jigsaw, a ghost, and murderer, before the game of death in "Saw".

Now, the guy who controls this blood is trying to express himself

The person behind it, the ghost, the murderer, is trying to express to Lucius that he has become a participant in a certain death game?

Lucius laughed lightly, and then his laughter became louder and louder.

"Participants of the game of death? What a joke"

Lucius's finger suddenly swiped on the pool of blood, and the splashing blood burst into a roar like thunder!

"Did you make a mistake!" Lucius's scarlet eyes exuded a shuddering light. "This boring game has already started! But you are not the mastermind! It is me! You are just a participant! One of the insignificant seven hundred million participants in this world!"

Lucius was not playing the victim, but the ghost hiding behind the scenes! The killers This was the identity in the script that Lucius wrote at the beginning, and no one can change it.

"There is a price to pay for taking away someone else's things."

The puddle of blood once again flows around in Lucius's hands, the Night King has the ability to control any blood, and no one can take away the thousands of troops under him!

"Do you know there is something called reprisal? Since you gave me such a small gift, then I'll give you one back"

The blood shattered like glass between Lucius's fingers, carrying with it the imprint that did not belong to Lucius, together they are crushed into debris by Lucius!

"Cough!"

On the outskirts of the church, on a park bench where people came and went, a small figure suddenly knelt on the ground. Red blood spilled out from the eyes and dripped down from the cheeks to the ground while a large amount of blood spilled out of the mouth.

This thin and petite figure looked at the own blood flowing down to the ground. This figure did not panic but laughed in a low voice, similar to Lucius's laughter.

"My elder brother really very powerful but, once the game begins, it doesn't end"

The figure finally stood up slowly. After gazing at the scenery of the cathedral, the figure disappeared into the crowd.