PDLP Chapter 2405: Attacking Your Own People
Chapter 2405: Attacking Your Own People
Suddenly, a large amount of blood surged out of the blood dwarf's body.
The blood energy seemed to be suddenly released after being suppressed for a long time, and it erupted from all parts of the blood dwarf's body at an extremely rapid speed.
At first, the blood energy only formed a faint halo around the blood dwarf's body. The halo was extremely thin, and it was vague in the air, like a layer of mist that just rose on the lake in the early morning.
But as time slowly passed, the concentration of this mist began to gradually increase. It seemed to have life, constantly absorbing energy from the blood dwarf's body, becoming more and more dense.
As blood gas concentration increases, its range gradually expands.
What was initially a small circle surrounding the blood dwarf's body has now begun to spread out in all directions.
The speed of the spread was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, the blood was like a surging torrent, rushing in all directions with the blood dwarf as the center.
Wherever this torrent passed, the surrounding air seemed to be injected with a strange force and began to undergo subtle changes.
The blood seemed to flow freely in the air, spreading in the air along a unique trajectory. Wherever it passed, the surrounding air seemed to be dyed with some special pigment. A dark red color began to appear in the air.
This dark red color gradually permeated into every corner of the air, making the surrounding air look as if it had been soaked in blood.
The blood and energy spread rapidly in all directions like smoke.
Its posture in the air was like a huge and constantly changing gray curtain. This curtain seemed to have no boundaries, starting from the position of the blood dwarf and gradually expanding to the entire space.
As it continued to spread, this space seemed to be shrouded by an invisible giant net, and the threads of this net were the oppressive blood.
The monks around were extremely sensitive to the sudden appearance of blood energy.
They were originally carrying out their own activities in their own positions, or talking in low voices, or silently pondering something, but the appearance of blood broke the peace.
When the blood and qi approached, the first thing they felt was an invisible sense of oppression. This sense of oppression was like an invisible mountain pressing on their bodies, making their breathing rapid.
Soon, the blood energy began to fall downwards. The blood energy pouring down like a waterfall was like a curtain of disaster descending from the sky, with an unbearable invisible pressure that enveloped the monks under the altar.
The monks were now focused on the strange aura that suddenly appeared around them. They were concentrating with their heads down, and everything around them seemed to have become quiet. Only the increasingly strong sense of oppression kept reminding them of the danger they were about to face. However, they failed to notice the approaching danger, or they had no time to take care of it.
When the blood came into contact with the monks below, a strange scene occurred.
Their bodies immediately began to twist as if out of their control.
The twisting was initially just a very slight tremor, like the gentle swaying of leaves in a breeze, almost imperceptible.
But as the blood seeped into their bodies like a trickle, the trembling gradually intensified, becoming bigger and more violent.
The blood energy was like a pair of invisible yet extremely powerful hands, moving their bodies in a rough manner.
This power is not under the control of the monks' own will. Under the manipulation of their blood and energy, their bodies constantly twist and turn into various strange postures.
Every twist of the body was accompanied by a painful groan, and the sound was full of struggle and helplessness. However, the blood did not stop because of their pain, but instead tortured them even more severely.
Screams came out of their mouths, echoing in the silent space, full of pain and fear.
The voice was mixed with reluctance to see life disappear and fear of unknown forces.
Their bodies began to shrink rapidly as they twisted, their skin gradually became dry like a flower that had lost its moisture, and their originally plump muscles also continued to shrink and become smaller.
Muscle atrophy is like sand falling from an hourglass, disappearing bit by bit.
The life force in their bodies seemed to be drained away bit by bit by the blood, just like the wax in a candle being slowly burned and consumed.
As their vitality faded, their bodies became weaker and weaker, their once agile figures became hunched, and their spirits went from being full of energy to becoming listless.
It took only a dozen or so breaths, this short moment, and all the monks below had turned into mummies.
The originally vibrant life disappeared without a trace under this horrible blood energy.
Their eyes were filled with despair and helplessness. In the last moments of their lives, they seemed to be telling us about the injustice of their fate.
Their eyes showed nostalgia for their past lives, regret for unfinished business, and resentment for this sudden misfortune.
However, the ten gods sitting under the altar were not affected at all.
They still sat there calmly, as if everything happening below had nothing to do with them.
They sat in their seats with calm expressions and without any shaking of their bodies, as if this bloody massacre was just a common scene.
"These bastards, this scene is exactly the same as when they attacked our village that year!"
After seeing this scene, Zuo Qiunan's eyes suddenly widened, his face was full of anger, he clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and growled in a low voice.
Of course, he used the art of telepathy to say this to Matthew. He didn't want these Divine Transformation monks to detect his emotions.
After all the monks in the cave turned into mummies, the ground began to shake.
The shaking was very slight at first, and the ground was just trembling slightly, as if there were tiny bugs crawling.
But as time went on, the shaking became more and more obvious, and some tiny cracks began to appear on the ground, like irregular scars appearing on dry land.
After sensing the shaking, Matthew immediately became alert.
He did not dare to slack off at all and immediately used magic to cover the thin rock wall in front of him.
The rock wall was too thin, and he could clearly feel the energy fluctuations around the blood. The fluctuations were like the calm before the storm, full of danger.
He was worried that the thin rock wall would break due to the violent shaking, so he carefully reinforced it with magic.
He also wanted to see what the vampires were doing.
Fortunately, the shaking was not very strong.
Although it didn't reach the point of a landslide, it was enough to make Matthew nervous.
As the shaking continued, Matthew saw cracks beginning to appear on the ground inside the cave.
These cracks spread across the ground like a spider web, and each crack gradually widened.