Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

Roja looked at the previous line.

[Blood Awakening Degree: 60%]

He thinks that the [-]% achievement is for this thing, and that evaluation should be the amount of benefits obtained after the bloodline is awakened. After all, performance and rewards should be linked normally.

"System, what is the standard for this evaluation?"

[The standard is a combination of all the host's actions, decisions, achievements, etc., and cannot be explained in detail]

"That's it, then at least give me a direction to work hard, and what is the king selection..."

[Different roads will have different results, the power of choice is in your hands, this system will not force the host to take any action, but it is recommended to carry forward the family spirit and stimulate the possibility in the blood]

"Family spirit? What is the family spirit of the Arkat family..."

After listening to the words of the system, Roja thought about it, and found that he didn't have an answer. Cartier said very little about this aspect, and most of it was about educating noble children, nothing special.

"This question is too difficult, can you give some hints for the answer?"

[It is difficult to give the correct answer for idealistic content, and I also suggest the host, Tian Xingjian, a gentleman...]

"Okay, you don't need to talk."

Roja waved his hand speechlessly, lying on the wooden bed covered with a layer of blankets and thinking for a while, but still didn't have any answer, he could only shake his head and put the question to the back of his mind, and turned to look at the 60% value in the system , Estimated completion time in mind.

After talking with Brother Crowe, it is now late at night. If Roja and Noelle appeared in the ruins in the evening, the bloodline awakening progress of the system can be said to be very impressive. Awakening is complete when you open your eyes.

"Oh, if only it could be that easy."

The black-haired boy sighed. What he said before was based on the premise of only looking at the degree of blood awakening, but in fact there are two more important pieces of information.

Extremely dangerous, and a 70% success rate.

These two pieces of information can be said to have poured cold water on Roja's fantasy. Now that the progress of awakening has passed halfway, but Roja's body doesn't feel it at all. He doesn't know whether this is good or bad, so he can only do it well. Be ready to deal with unknown dangers at any time.

As for the success rate of 70%, this Roja has already given up treatment. After all, the worst thing about Stud is nothing more than failure, becoming an unlucky debt king who owes 50 gold coins and doesn't get his fart.

"The countdown is 73 hours. Do I just need to survive these times, or do I have to do something? Who is the witness..."

The young man who was tired all day looked at the value in the system and thought, his consciousness gradually began to blur, and he fell asleep completely at some point.

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Peter Carter gritted his teeth, and pulled out the long sword stuck in his thigh with both hands. The blade was separated from his body. Peter let out a cry of pain, and the bright red blood also splashed out and quickly dyed the nearby clothes red.

There is no doubt that this is a fatal injury for ordinary people. The blood loss rate of severed leg arteries is not a joke. People will lose blood to death within a few minutes. However, for extraordinary people, they face There are many ways to deal with this situation.

Not to mention the various skills of the healing department, even if there is no such means, ordinary flesh and blood control can also greatly reduce bleeding. Peter, who has reached source level 4, can naturally do this, but for him, it only reduces blood loss. Not enough bleeding.

"It hurts, damn it! It hurts! Those two little bastards!"

The black-haired, pale-faced man tremblingly held his thigh and hissed and cursed, and then the magic essence flowed in his body, and three portraits appeared around him.

One is the statue of the Virgin that Roja and others saw before, one is a group of girls bathing in the river, and the last one is a lady with a pet dog.

The three paintings, each of which is the stuff of the underworld that Roja said, all the characters are hollow, the river where the girls take a bath is full of blood, the pet dog has a clean face and a body full of thick blood, the lady's body is withered and her muscles are atrophied .

Peter watched the three red eyes faltering, he looked at his injured shoulder and thigh, gritted his teeth, pointed at the female bathing picture and cast the spell.

【Scapegoat】

Designate a painting for damage transfer, and the pain of the painter will be borne by the work.

This is the unique recovery method of Peter, who has no healing ability. Similar skills are very popular in cults. I saw a burst of blood in the bathing picture of the woman designated by Peter as the scapegoat, and the women in the river sprayed blood on their thighs. A sharp scream came out, and the colors in the blood river became more vivid.

On the contrary, Peter's body began to improve visible to the naked eye, and the wound on his thigh disappeared completely like a miracle in a short period of time. The man let out a sigh of relief, and slowly let go of the hand holding his thigh.

I have to say that the effect of the scapegoat spell is amazing, but of course, the better the effect, the greater the cost. After the damage transfer, Peter's painting will be completely useless for seven days, and this The spell can only undo the damage done once, and the wound on Peter's shoulder from before remains.

The man raised his red eyes and looked at the two remaining paintings after the picture of the woman bathing dissipated. The color of the portrait of the Virgin has faded a lot compared to when it was in the studio before, and the lines of the picture of the lady walking are also full of distortions. After the battle, not only Peter, but even his paintings were consumed a lot.

"I have to find a new woman's skin, otherwise..."

[Human Skin Painter] Peter muttered to himself, his power is based on the paintings, but these paintings cannot be used all the time after they are painted, rather they are as fragile as ordinary works of art. To maintain them, it is necessary to keep killing living people who are similar to the characters in the painting, and use their skins as new carriers to transfer the painting there.

Peter didn't know where he was now, but he knew that there was a war nearby, and there were many patrolling squads. A cultist like him couldn't stand the investigation, and being bumped into was almost a fierce fight.

Most importantly, there isn't a single woman in this damn place!

Not being able to replenish his combat power made Peter extremely anxious. He regretted accepting this mission for the first time, but at the same time he became even more furious at the boy.

"That damned little bastard! Without him...I'd have to skin him alive! Let him watch me draw on it!"

Peter, who had Roja's appearance in his mind, was crazily grabbing his hair. His manic and morbid appearance made people frightened, but he regained his composure after a few seconds.

"Yes, find them, and kill that kid first to relieve the hatred. After all, Akat is also a long-standing bloodline. If I can use his painting to advance to source level 3, these miscellaneous soldiers can't hurt me at all!"

Peter gritted his teeth and grumbled, then looked at the lady with the dog.

"Eva! Find them with your dog!"

With Peter's roar, the scrawny lady with the dog walked out of the painting, and the bloody dog ​​began to sniff the scent and walk towards the mist. Peter followed with his hand on his injured shoulder, and his figure gradually disappeared into the In the thick fog.

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Roja had a nightmare.

In his dream, he was walking on a piece of red land. There were no mountains, rivers, or trees nearby. It was red as far as the eye could see. The texture of the land was like gravel, but when the wind blew, there were no earth and rocks floating in the air.