The final gentleman

After thinking for a long time, Marquis Enwei created a special blood bag to collect all the tickets scattered on the ground and brought them back to Green Manor.

"The other party's methods are quite novel and weird. I even suspect that some non-epidemic extraterritorial methods are mixed in. The tickets are here anyway, what do you two think?"

Nast fell slowly in the air and said with contempt:

“If there’s anything good to see~ I definitely won’t go!

It's so weird before the show even starts, are we going to take the initiative and throw ourselves into the trap? With such a convenient base as a leather factory, why do we have to run out to find danger?

The world infection is about to be completed, but we can't let anything go wrong at this point.

We'll just stay in the manor and see what these circus guys want to do. If they take the initiative to attack, I wouldn't mind playing with them. "

Gratoni held the huge roasted leg in one hand and nodded while biting into it, "I agree with Nast's statement. There is no need to come to the door. We are at a critical moment now."

"Um……"

Marquis Enwei was just a little unconvinced. He was tricked just the day before yesterday. Today, the circus was built directly under the leather factory and even pulled out these tricks to ridicule him.

In the past, the crazy blood people would have already swarmed in and swallowed up the circus in one go.

"I'm going to ask the boss for his opinion. You can continue to look at the tent below."

The strange gesture of Baron Grote kept reappearing in Marquis Enwy's mind.

It’s hard to understand how the other party could ‘turn’ his body like that in just a few seconds and still survive and move normally, and also engage in some kind of in-depth enslavement that transcends ‘blood ties’.

"It's so weird, I need to discuss it with the boss.

If this tent is left unattended, the potential danger may expand over time... We must take effective action. "

Enwei walked back to the tannery with a stick, bypassing multiple forks and passing through a [mirror] with a special enchantment.

There is a special elevator here that is only for earl level and above and requires identity verification.

It will lead to the highest point of the tannery, which is the room that was once used to dry special leather bags. Although it was abandoned for thousands of years, it was reused with the settlement of the blood people.

Banglanglang~

As the elevator went up, the elevator box, which was obviously made of ancient gold and was completely sealed, began to ooze blood from the inside. It only went up for less than a hundred meters, but the blood spread over the waistline of Marquis Enwei.

Ding dong!

When the elevator door opened, the blood that should have poured out was strangely left in the compartment. It seemed that the 'air pressure' permeating the external passage was greater.

We haven't reached the former skin-drying room yet, and we still need to go up a narrow spiral staircase.

However, this staircase is not simple. There will be blood flowing down the stairs at any time.

The blood seems to have independent consciousness and will turn into arms to grab the legs and feet of the visitor, as if to verify the identity or just to play with it.

Finally reaching the top of the stairs, there is a deep red color blocking the eyes, and the [Blood Gate] feels like hard wax to the touch.

There is a strange and weird painting painted on it,

A middle-aged man with curved horns like a devil stood naked on a high platform, allowing the people below to penetrate his body with daggers, spears or swords, causing the blood in his body to spurt out. In this way, we can feed these people who are about to starve to death and save the common people.

Enwei stuck to the blood gate with a pious attitude, stretched out his tongue and licked the surface. When he tasted the taste, many blood-condensed arms suddenly stretched out, grabbed Enwei's body and pulled him inside.

The former skin-drying room has been completely transformed into a church style. The once transparent glass area has been completely enclosed and plated with several layers of blood wax and gold.

In the center of the church is an oversized red wax water tank.

At a glance, it's at least the size of a normal basketball court.

Emperor Pride is here, with the long sword wrapped in bandages hanging behind his back. One hand is placed on the surface of the water tank, seeming to be conducting some kind of detection or maintaining the circulation of some kind of blood substance in the water tank.

When the camera moves up, you will find that the water tank is filled with extremely viscous crimson blood.

An ancient skeleton like a giant is soaked inside, and the whole body is also red... It is not a pure skeleton, but there are threads similar to blood vessels interspersed between the bones.

Each thread is managed by a Stitching Child*.

*The Stitched Infant, a blood-colored baby that looks like a human baby but reaches a height of 1.5 meters. Their fingers are shaped like meat scissors. They are always modifying these silk threads and cutting off the excess bifurcated parts. They also perform erection of blood lines and occasionally weave multiple blood lines.

As time goes by, the number of these babies will increase. Currently, there are more than fifty holy babies in the entire blood vat.

Enwei took off his tall hat and bowed, "Thank you for your hard work, I'm here to take care of you!"

"What's going on outside?"

"The circus tent has been set up, and it's very strange..." Enwei elaborated on what just happened.

The expression of Emperor Pride, who closed his eyes, also changed immediately, and then he took back the palm that was attached to the surface of the blood tank.

"We cannot leave it alone. The other party is an exile with a cancer palace and a malignant disease that can proliferate indefinitely. If the clown is given enough time, it is entirely possible to change the biological characteristics of the entire surrounding connective mountains.

I gonna go see. "

"yes."

As soon as Emperor Pride raised his hand, a coffin lid lowered from the air to seal the blood vat, and he followed Enwei to the manor area.

"Boss, how is the situation of the monarch?"

"As always, we can only truly recover after the world's infection is over... The current situation is quite stable, we just need to make sure that he is not disturbed."

"Um."

With the arrival of Emperor Pride, the earls surrounding the edge of the manor immediately moved aside.

His closed eyes slowly opened when he reached the edge of the observation deck, revealing his twin pupils, and the special blood-colored vision fell on the tent.

It was still impenetrable at first glance, but as his pupils gradually overlapped, Emperor Pride gradually penetrated the tent and looked into the depths, seeing some kind of swirling black object.

A stinging pain forced Emperor Pride to close his eyes suddenly, and even a drop of bloody tears flowed from the corner of his eyes.

"Boss! Have you seen through...what's inside?"

"Some kind of spiral vortex related to the abyss, the other party specially set up a rebound method for visual perception..."

"Abyss?! Sure enough, is the owner of the circus inside?"

"Not necessarily~ It feels different...let me try it."

Emperor Pride slowly floated into the air, and the long sword hanging on his back, wrapped in a blood-colored bandage, was actively held in the Emperor's hand.

His eyes were locked on the tent below,

Raise your arms high,

I didn't feel any particular force, I just slashed with my sword normally.

Uh-huh...

The blood river in front of the leather factory stopped flowing and slowly separated, and the situation at the bottom of the river could be clearly seen.

Three connective mountains were completely cut open in succession.

The tent built on the top of the mountain was no exception, and the clown statue on the top was chopped off and divided into two.

The entire tent shriveled up quickly as if it was leaking air, and eventually turned into two rags and fell to the ground... Strangely enough, there was nothing inside the tent, it was completely empty.

Before long,

On another mountaintop not far from the struck mountain range, a layer of flesh-colored mist suddenly filled the air.

As the fog gradually dissipated, a brand new tent appeared.

Once again, a large number of balloon people came out of the tent entrance, decorating the outside and setting up signboards, and even recycling the signboards that had been inserted.