Cassinar was placed in the center of the ritual like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
He raised his eyes, looking at the vampire traitor standing opposite the ritual, and asked: "What ritual is this?"
Before Little Pig could answer, the Yellow Codex enthusiastically introduced to him how his blood essence would soon be extracted alive from his body, and then he would die in extreme agony.
It anticipated and waited to savor the sweet emotion of fear from this vampire.
However, in Cassinar's deeply sunken eye sockets, only a trace of understanding flashed.
Hung at the Screaming Gate for several consecutive months, not only suffering sun exposure but also being judged from head to toe like an exhibit by those tribesmen who would have found it dirtying their eyes to look at them an extra time in the past. To a self-proclaimed noble Vampire Marquis, this kind of humiliation was completely no less than the torture of sun exposure.
Cassinar's body and mind were already exhausted to the limit; right now, he only wholeheartedly sought death.
As for the pain before death, could it compare to the torture of being exposed to the sun for months on end?
...
"Urghhhhh ahhhhhhhh!"
A miserable howl, tragic to the point of being completely distorted, burst out from Cassinar's wide-open mouth.
As the ritual began, dark red light rose from the rune arrays on the ground, enveloping Cassinar's entire body.
No wounds could be seen, but beneath his pale skin, it was as if countless tiny blood snakes were twisting frantically, trying to break out of the body.
Immediately after, wisps of crimson blood mist were actually slowly extracted from the pores all over his body and his seven orifices!
These blood mists containing majestic power slowly flowed toward Little Pig on the other end under the traction of the ritual.
In the next moment, Little Pig's body trembled violently, letting out a series of muffled groans.
That blood mist was like an invader, desperately trying to drill into her skin and merge into her body.
However, a completely different power of blood within Little Pig's body desperately resisted the invasion of the foreign power. The two powers clashed fiercely beneath her body surface, emitting "sizzle" sounds.
As more blood essence was forcibly extracted from Cassinar's agonizingly twisting body and injected into Little Pig's side, this confrontation reached a white-hot state.
Then, with a bang, a cluster of blood blossomed on Little Pig's right shoulder blade without warning!
Flesh and blood mangled, the splattering blood dyed half of Little Pig's face red.
Little Pig gave a heavy grunt, still enduring and not screaming tragically.
However, the Yellow Codex presiding over the ritual had already pronounced a death sentence on her:
[I told you this was courting death, yet you didn't believe it] [Did you really think relying on S-grade magic crystals would guarantee 100% success?] [It has just begun, and the rejection is already causing her body to burst. Continuing will undoubtedly mean death] [Boss, do you want to stop?]
It didn't care about the life or death of this troll woman, but it was the one presiding over the ritual.
If Louisa really died and the Boss vented his anger, it couldn't bear it.
Even though Louisa said beforehand, "If it fails, consider it my bad luck," the Yellow Codex knew clearly that when the Boss didn't want to reason, he wouldn't care about any of this nonsense.
Moreover, when Louisa said those words back then, the Boss merely tacitly agreed and didn't directly consent.
"What happens if we abort the ritual now?" During Lin Jun's inquiry, another muffled poof sounded from Little Pig's body. A cluster of blood mist exploded on the outside of her left leg, minced meat even splattering to the feet of the Marshal Puchi.
The Yellow Codex wrote out everything exactly as it was:
[Aborting now, high probability of keeping her little life] [So much power of blood was consumed in the confrontation during the ritual. Power greatly damaged, level dropping is inevitable] [If luck is worse, might leave some permanent damage] [However... Boss, you have the Water of Life. Massive infusion might slowly nourish her back]
"Right, the Water of Life!"
Saying this, the Marshal Puchi mushroom body stepping on the fungal mat gave a shudder, and Lin Jun applied the [Life Prime Matter] skill.
Immediately after, a mycelial tentacle pried open Little Pig's tightly clenched jaw due to pain, attempting to pour the Water of Life into her mouth.
However, continuous internal bursting had already damaged Little Pig's internal organs. Blood mixed with broken tissue constantly surged from her throat, choking out the poured Water of Life along with it.
Lin Jun thought for a moment and didn't feed her again. Instead, he aimed the tentacle at Little Pig's abdomen and stabbed fiercely!
Subsequently, the tentacle pierced into the abdomen began to release the Water of Life. This Water of Life was directly absorbed by the body, turning into pure power of life, repairing Little Pig's already tattered physical body at an extremely fast speed.
Thus, a cruel cycle began to stage.
The power of blood was continuously imported, triggering violent rejection and bursting, and almost simultaneously, the Water of Life forcibly closed the wounds.
Bursting—repairing—bursting again—repairing again...
Little Pig felt her body turn into a mass of stirred paste, enduring the extreme agony of her body being smashed to pieces every second. She finally couldn't suppress it, hoarse cries of pain overflowing from her throat.
But these cries of pain, after several violent trembles, turned into hoarse and excited wild laughter!
That laughter wasn't a breakdown, but the manic joy of victory in sight.
This laughter seemed contagious. On the other end of the ritual, Cassinar, whose blood essence had been mostly extracted and looked gaunt, suddenly had his shriveled chest cavity vibrate as well, emitting low, hoarse laughter.
His laugh was realizing he was about to die, finally welcoming release.
Lin Jun, who was always sociable, felt this scene shouldn't be silent.
So, the fungal mat beside the Marshal Puchi squirmed for a while, and a voice Puchi quickly popped out: "Jie jie jie jie..."
...
The fungal mat slowly decomposed and devoured the Marquis whose panel had already disappeared.
After the ritual was completed, Little Pig had long fainted once her overloaded spirit relaxed.
Lin Jun had Norris come over and carry his blood sister back to take care of her.
The Yellow Codex on the side was somewhat amazed:
[She actually survived this!] [Boss, do you know, if those vampires stuck for dozens or hundreds of years knew we not only have the Blood Snatching Ritual here but also a method to forcefully succeed, they would definitely try every means to bring their superiors' heads and come defect!] [Of course, that guy Mortis would also spare no cost to wipe us out, that is]
Lin Jun looked at those dim and cracked S-grade magic crystals on the ritual nodes, considering another matter: "Then does that mean we won't need to use S-grade magic crystals next time? I see Little Pig is quite resilient; presumably, she could endure it even if it hurts a bit more."
[Probably... not possible, right] [If the magic crystal grade drops, the power rejection will be even more intense. If she bursts into nothingness all at once, Boss, you wouldn't be able to save her either]
"Is that so, what a pity..."
He lacked S-grade magic crystals himself; couldn't casually use them on other unimportant vampires.
Taking everything into consideration, it was better not to expose this news for now.
...
Little Pig's promotion was considered a relatively important matter.
Now that the important matters were handled, Lin Jun also had the time to handle some less important matters.
For example, too many vampire poles were erected outside the Screaming Gate. The sound of their chorus was too loud and mixed, already somewhat disturbing the residents.
But removing them directly, many Mushroom Citizens would be reluctant to part with them.
Regarding this, Lin Jun happened to have an idea.
(End of Chapter)
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