God-level Demon Hunter

Queen of the night said,

"If you violate it, the fate of you demon hunters will be completely cut off in the near future."

Oriana clasped her hands in front of her lower abdomen, adding a cruel condition with a dignified demeanor.

But this can't scare away everyone's curiosity.

They do what they say.

The night wind is cold.

Everything was silent among the ruins.

Regis's magnetic and eloquent voice sounded.

"About 500 years ago, our group, more than 1000 high-level members, plus a group of low-level members, during the first celestial rendezvous, were involuntarily engulfed by the power of time and space, left their hometowns, and came to this world."

"The three shadow elders were full of ambition, thinking that the ethnic group would take root in the new world and thrive, but they didn't expect that this was the beginning of a nightmare."

Regis paused, took Natanis's hand,

"At the beginning of the advent, everything was normal. The men and women of the tribe were able to combine smoothly, reproduce, and raise offspring together. Although they could only give birth once in a hundred years, they could barely maintain the size of the tribe."

"But in the future, water sources, food, plants, chaotic energy, and all factors in the environment that are very different from home begin to show subtle and irreversible power..."

"First, a large number of newborns in the family began to die—in the first five years of birth, due to unknown reasons, the organs of the whole body were deformed and died of failure."

"One fifth of the lucky ones survived by chance, but their rationality gradually distorted as they grew older, and finally they were completely dominated by blood addiction and became beasts."

"The elders tried their best, but they couldn't change the status quo."

At this moment, the four masters lowered their heads, their expressions were gloomy, especially the sentimental Queen of the Night, her fragrant shoulders trembled slightly, and a few crystals flickered on the edge of her long eyelashes.

In a long life, if there is no companionship and family happiness, loneliness and loneliness are unavoidable.

Oriana can at least play with the children in the orphanage and pass the loneliness.

But the queen of the night can only endure loneliness.

"That's not the end, in the next 100 years, that fifth is gone - all the high-ranking members have lost their fertility, and because of reproductive isolation, we can't reproduce with any other intelligent creatures .”

"Do you know what this means to a race?"

"The catastrophe of extinction, without a steady stream of new blood, no race can escape the fate of extinction, including high-level vampires with long lifespans."

Roy replied with a heavy tone.

And the coral beside him quietly held his arm, her pretty face turned pale, showing a sigh of sympathy.

The status quo of high-suckers is so similar to that of witchers and sorceresses.

"600 years have passed, and due to various accidents, the number of clan members has dropped from the original 1000 to 500."

"Seeing that the end is not far away, fate has finally shown us mercy. The elders have gone through untold hardships... With the experience and strength accumulated in a long life, they have created a way to continue the ethnic group and reproduce in this desperate world. method--"

"That's what you call transformation."

"How many do you know? Me, Dilaf, Oriana, and Nathanis are all products of transformation rituals, and we were once mortals."

Regis's voice stopped abruptly, and a strange daze flashed in his eyes,

Roy's face was shocked, and even his "prophet" didn't know about it.

High-level vampires actually have such a heavy past.

No wonder Elder Shadow is always eager to return to his hometown in another world.

"The transformation ceremony, can you talk about it in detail?"

The sorceress had more to say.

"Demon hunters use mutations to create companions, while high-level vampires use transformation to reproduce. You don't think the two are strikingly similar."

Perhaps this is the world's punishment for longevity?

"Two different things, how can they be confused!" Dilaff snorted angrily,

Regis patted his shoulder,

"It's okay to say it, and you will retreat when the time comes."

"There are several iron laws in our reproductive rituals."

Regis paced around a raised granite rock,

"First of all, it takes 100 years for each tribe member to transform one offspring. Because once a certain substance needed for transformation is consumed, it can take 100 years to recover."

"Secondly, the target of the transformation must be someone who is terminally ill or seriously injured and dying."

It dawned on Roy, no wonder they would take away Irene who was suffering from cancer and Gaitan whose blood was about to drain.

"Can't normal people?"

"If you are not grateful for the transformation and accept it wholeheartedly, you may not be able to survive it. This is the conclusion of a large number of experiments."

Only those who are about to die with a strong unwillingness to accept a new identity without rejection in order to survive.

"Third, two high-ranking vampires must work together to provide the transformed blood once."

"You guessed it, the main step of transformation is blood replacement, using our blood to replace the blood in the human body. The four of us just transformed two newborns."

No wonder.

Roy slowly scanned the four pale faces.

Both have the negative state of hemorrhagic weakness.

"What kind of blood transfusion?"

asked Rita Needle.

"First, drain their blood."

Oriana spread her fingers towards everyone.

The cross-shaped scars on each fingertip are exposed.

"Then fingering each other, maneuvering our blood into them at the right speed."

Everyone couldn't help being amazed, this method of blood transfusion was unheard of, and only high-spirited people could do it.

"After the blood transfusion, it will take them a month to transform. Our blood will transform their bodies from the inside out, allowing them to be reborn!"

A trace of excitement flashed in Dilaff's eyes,

"To tell you the truth, this is also my first time to 'reproduce' offspring."

"So Irene and Gain have already started the countdown to transformation?"

"That's right, and it's completely voluntary. If you take them away now, the transformation will probably fail. You can only take away two cold corpses."

"But little Irene is about to succeed."

Regis turned around and glanced at the sky. When midnight was approaching, he turned to the tomb in the distance, with a look of love flashing in his eyes, like a father who misses his daughter,

"After tonight, the one-month period will be over, and she will be free from illness and reborn."

"It's that simple, a mortal becomes a high-level vampire."

Kaiyan raised his eyebrows in disbelief,

"There are untold risks and pains associated with a witcher's mutation."

"Your transformation doesn't have any side effects, doesn't it cost you a little?"

Several pairs of vertical pupils flickered.

The high-ranking vampires were collectively silent.

"how is this possible."

Regis shook his head regretfully, and began his improvisation,

"Everything has a price, just imagine—"

"You are terminally ill, or mortally wounded, approaching the end of your fate in agony and debility.

A rare opportunity suddenly opens up in front of you.

As long as you accept it, you will soon be completely reborn, possessing resilience, immunity, speed, and power response far superior to humans and comparable to gods, and possessing various abilities such as turning into bats, calling demons, and teleporting invisible. Your lifespan is almost invisible the end.

But this opportunity follows the principle of equivalent exchange. "

A decisive, truth-like voice sounded in the night sky.

"You have to give as much as you get."

The demon hunters breathed stagnantly, feeling a bad premonition,

"All the mundane blood in the transformer's body will be drained, not a single drop will be left, and only the last trace of consciousness will be maintained with the new blood we injected. He will touch death at close range and enter a special state of nothingness."

"In the next month, he could only lie in the coffin, and his body was gradually transformed. The whole process was as painful as a thousand cuts."

Regis took a deep breath, his body trembling quietly,

"But these are not the biggest costs. Transformers will transform from the inside out, and the brain is no exception."

"This means that the metamorphosis will take away all his memories and completely cut off his past life."

"He, like a newborn baby, chases sweet food only by instinct."

"The first year of birth—"

Dilaff took up the conversation,

"The newcomers are a group of blood-addicted patients who have lost their memories."

"If there is no guidance from the elders, they will tear the necks of all the humans in front of them and suck them into mummies."

"And it's like a curse that runs deep into the marrow."

"They will have a special fondness for the blood of their former relatives. Any smell will drive them mad."

"What's even more frightening is that they have lost memory and self-control, and will only mercilessly kill all their human relatives."

Not only did everyone's backs feel cold, but they began to wonder whether this kind of rebirth was a gift or a torture?

"When all the relatives in the past are dead."

Regis sighed at last,

"They will usher in a real new life."

……

at this time.

Aiden and Cohen, leading the old Davao, quietly bypassed the traps in the ancient tomb and the sleeping vampire.

Finally, came to the ornate tomb in the center, standing in front of the two marble coffins.

Chapter 14 death

Sarcophagus in the distance.

Old Davao's stooped body trembled uncontrollably, and even his sparse gray beard and hair shook accordingly. White foam splashed from the corner of his grinning mouth, and his joy and excitement were beyond words.

finally found you.

My poor daughter, my little Jasmine, Irene.

Just wait, Dad will rescue you from the cold and dark coffin immediately and send you home!

"Don't move around...be careful to trigger the mechanism."

Aiden and Cohen grabbed the excited old man from left to right, and turned their eyes to the ground under the sarcophagus. Two circles of dark brown magic circles depicted with dried blood and resembling exquisite hexagrams kept radiating chaotic energy.

The enchanted pendant trembled slightly.

Amazingly, they captured the beating heart in the sarcophagus with clarity.

Gaitan is alive!

But there are two heartbeats, one is fast and the other is slow. The slow frequency is not even as good as that of a witcher, but every beat is calm and powerful, showing vigorous vigor and vitality.

Aiden and Cohen exchanged a look,