As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

The golden-winged griffin curled up its wings and whimpered non-stop, "I, I don't like me at all! I even despise me and speak ill of me every day. There's absolutely no possibility between us!"

"Wow, wow, you were the only girl who didn't say my golden wings were ugly, how come you've become like this now?!"

Roy was a little confused by this.

To be honest, he had thought that [Cheese] was about to take over [Cake] these days.

"Brother! I'm so miserable! I don't want to live anymore! Every night, I fall asleep listening to endless sweet nothings from couples in this shed. I really can't stand it anymore! Can you understand my pain?!"

Ah this...

This is just like the dormitory in my previous life, with endless phone calls with my roommates and partner.

Understandable, but not much.

After all, it's not like I'm alone now.

But if I really say this, I'm afraid that Cheese will be so angry that he will vomit blood.

Strangely enough, Roy remembered that Cake and Cheese got along quite well in the beginning, and they could often be seen catching rabbits together in the countryside to eat.

Roy always felt that there was some misunderstanding here.

However, [Cake] and Charlotte returned to the kingdom, and I had to leave soon. The most urgent thing was to cheer hxd up first.

Roy unlocked the door, walked into the booth, patted Cheese on the back, and said, "Don't worry. Life is a long journey. If you miss it, there will always be something better."

"You're staying here anyway, so why not come with me to see the beautiful natural scenery and relax?"

The Golden-winged Griffin still had a frown on his face: "But I really..."

"Besides, there might be other encounters this time, right?"

"I'm really not in the mood...?!"

The Golden-Winged Griffin suddenly reacted, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes: "Brother, tell me in detail."

Roy chuckled.

He remembered that Xiaobai was a female wolf.

"I wonder if you, brother, are interested in the white-haired beautiful girl?"

The golden-winged griffin immediately stood up, its hair all over its body shaking, its expression awe-inspiring, releasing boundless heroic spirit.

"I'll stick my neck out for you, big brother. It's my duty as a brother!"

After preparing his mount, Roy returned to the house and packed his luggage.

There are many cultists entrenched in the Kingdom of Golden Sands, and a fierce battle is inevitable.

Thinking of this, Roy opened the [Favorability Exchange Area] after a long absence.

The accumulation of favorability points is much slower than that of reputation points.

However, when I usually hang out with girls, hold hands, go shopping, and go on dates, my money will go up a little bit, and after accumulating over time, it will finally be a few hundred.

Now I have a wide range of abilities and can counter most opponents I encounter.

However, as a low-level transcendent, there is still some gap in hard power.

For example, in the previous battle against Diabolos, his dragon scales and dragon fang weapons were shattered. Also, due to his low bloodline level, the number of times he could use many powerful abilities was limited.

That battle was extremely dangerous.

Facing an average Sequence 6, Roy has a % chance of winning.

But against a Sequence 5, it's a 55- chance. Depending on their ability compatibility, they might have an advantage or a disadvantage.

If possible, Roy wanted a weapon that could kill enemies across levels, had simple and rough conditions for use, and was effective against most enemies, so as to avoid being crushed by the enemy's hard power and unable to fight back.

Soon, he found his ideal target.

【Blood Furnace Demon Sword】:

[Introduction]: In the Third Era, the Blood Cult, worshipping the Crimson Blood God, forged a Sequence 5 supernatural weapon based on a vampire weapon blueprint. This weapon, also known as the Cursed Sword, is engraved with the soul of a blood demon, possessing independent consciousness and a thirst for fresh blood. The leader of the Blood Cult used this sword to slay countless powerful members of the church, reigning supreme. However, with the death of the original leader, his successor, lacking the strength to pay the price in blood, ultimately perished under the curse of the sword, leading to the decline of the Blood Cult and the disappearance of the sword.

[Effect]: Absorbs the sword's blood, unleashing a powerful sword energy. The power of this energy fluctuates depending on the amount of blood used. The stronger the bloodline, the less blood is required. The greater the blood supply, the greater the power. However, the sword has a limit to its ability to absorb energy. If pushed to its limit, it will take a day to recover.

【Price】：450 Favorability Points

Just as there is no perfect transcendent, there are no perfect transcendent props.

Many powerful supernatural weapons either have their own limitations or have a cost to use.

But the [Blood Furnace Demon Sword] hit Roy's strike zone.

Sacrificing blood for everyday weapons is a bit useless, but it is just right for a decisive blow.

When facing an opponent with a higher bloodline level, this is the kind of trump card he lacks, and it does not conflict with [Weapon Projection].

[Iron Blood] already has abundant Qi and blood, and also enjoys its own protection. The blood contains the power of other races, far exceeding that of ordinary Sequence 7. I think it has a very good compatibility with this sword.

Moreover, sword energy is an energy attack. Although it has no special restraining effect, it will not be restrained by any kind of force.

For cultists who have an endless supply of new tricks, it is a panacea.

No matter whether you use fire or heaven, we just have to chop, chop, chop and it will be over.

That's the price...

Roy, who never looked at prices when shopping, finally experienced the pain of being short of money.

After hesitating for a long time, I finally gave up and clicked confirm.

Looking at his favorability points that had returned to single digits, the boy burst into tears.

These cultists had better do something soon, otherwise they'll be wasting all my goodwill points!

The cursed sword's body was inky black, its blade blood red, and it exuded a ferocious and ominous aura, like a hungry demon.

Just as he gripped the hilt of the sword, a powerful and violent soul force, accompanied by a murderous aura, invaded and turned into an extremely ferocious voice, howling in Roy's heart.

"Blood!"

"Give me blood!"

"Mortal, offer your blood!"

Immediately afterwards, a green force exploded from his wrist, and a sharp pain was felt. A streak of blood sank into the hilt of the [Blood Furnace Demon Sword].

Roy did not stop him. He wanted to see how much blood was needed to activate the magic sword once, and to what extent his blood could bring out the power of the magic sword.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the magic sword cried out in pain.

“Ah♂!”

"You, you blood..."

"Hooa ...

Roy roughly felt that a full-strength attack would use up one-fifth of his blood, not too much, not too little, but the power was enough to rival a full-strength attack from a Sequence 5, and even one level stronger than [Ember Destruction].

It also comes with a little blood magic and purification power.

He was content with just a full-strength attack from a Sequence 6, and now he was already much stronger than he expected.

It seems that his blood is indeed much stronger than that of ordinary people. Even the [Blood Cult] who delve into the evil magic of blood can only use the magic sword to this extent.

Ever since it sucked his blood, this sword has become strange...

"Brother, please! Let me take a breath, five minutes, five minutes is fine, please! I will never be mean to you again, brother, I am really in pain, please, I will be obedient, I will never make trouble again! Show me and take a breath, I feel like there are ants crawling all over my body now, just give me a breath, I beg you, brother!"

Roy was annoyed by the noise, so he sucked it a little more and threw it into the storage ring while it was groaning and making strange noises.

Chapter 61: Cultists

It was late at night and the only sound was a bird carved out of rotten wood flying by.

Guided by these flying birds, [Hand of Corruption] Barnes crossed the wilderness and arrived at a hidden cave.

Since the fall of Diabolos, the cultists lost the assistance of the demons and were hunted down on a large scale by the academy. Now, all the major cults dare not stay in the academy for a long time and can only hide in such corners to avoid the limelight.

However, when Barnes looked around at the figures in the cave, he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "I never thought of that."

"There are so many friends participating in the hunt."

The first thing that caught his attention was a new companion.

It was a monk with his upper body naked, his skin charred and covered with crimson fire patterns. He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, as lifeless as a sculpture.

His aura was the most powerful, at the late stage of Sequence 6, and Sequence 5 was just around the corner.

Secondly, there is the chestnut-haired girl from the [Evil Dragon Society] who I met last time, and the young man from the [Abyss Diver] who was not seen last time, squatting timidly in the corner.

Finally, he turned his gaze directly to the old man in a dark green robe, who was standing motionless like a dead tree, with rotten birds hanging on his shoulders. He was also the initiator of this hunt.

[Deadwood Vulture].

Barnes said frivolously, "According to the intelligence from the Imperial Prince, the Blood of the False King recently left the academy. Judging from the direction, it's probably heading towards Jinsha."

"Our chance is coming soon."

Unlike the excited Barnes, the old man opened his deep green eyes, but interrupted his report with a question.

"[Corrupted Hand], your mission is to gather intelligence. Who gave you permission to act without authorization?"

"Probing is part of gathering intelligence." Barnes smiled at first, but then a cold look appeared on his face. "Besides, when did I ever need your permission, old man?"

The old man frowned slightly: "Foolish undead, you will only alert the enemy."

"Really? If someone hadn't concealed so much, would I need to take action in advance?" Barnes' smile grew even colder. "You never said before that guy was strong enough to defeat Sequence 6!"

"So what?" The old man didn't care much. "When I need you to know, you will know it naturally."

"Old man, we only respect the name of the God of Death, not your subordinates!"

Barnes' smile gradually disappeared, and an extremely cold aura condensed on his body. A magic circle faintly appeared behind him, outlining a huge, twisted, wriggling, skeletal figure.

As a first-line priest of the [School of the Undead], he was only a Sequence 7, but with the blessing of the power of the God of Death, he was enough to crush ordinary Sequence 7s and even fight against Sequence 6s.

However, the old man was also a first-line priest of [Withering of All Things], so he was naturally not afraid.

In response, rotten wood spread, corrupt mist drifted, and countless rotten strange birds opened their deep green eyes, glaring at the pale wizard.

The School of the Undead believes in the White Death and hopes that all things will return to silence and return to the purest state of the body as a corpse, while the School of the Undead believes in the Withered Mother Tree and aims to abandon the dirty body and integrate into the beautiful natural plants to achieve eternal life.

The two sects' doctrines may seem similar, but they differ severely on key points, leading to numerous disputes. If it weren't for the false king's blood, they would never have gathered here.

But at this moment, the monk with the fire pattern on his body suddenly opened his eyes.

The enormous and fiery pressure erupted like a long-suppressed volcano, instantly causing the two people who were on the verge of a fight to tremble at the same time, their expressions distorted.

Even the blue-robed young man in the corner was so frightened that he huddled up into a ball, with steam coming out of his body with a crackling sound.

In this terrifying heat wave, only the chestnut-haired girl remained unmoved. She walked between the two of them with a sweet smile.

"Everyone, now is not the time to argue, right?"

"For the first time in eighteen years, we once again face a common enemy. And the enemy of my enemy is my friend."

The girl looked around at everyone with her deep blue eyes.

"He destroyed the great source of the Mother Goddess."

"He stole the treasure given by Death himself."

"He also disrupted the Lord of the Abyss's plans in the South China Sea... and I understand your pain."

At this point, a hint of cruel hatred flashed in Mina's eyes, the coldness in her eyes deepened, and a frost appeared on her body.

"Because he also destroyed my king's plan and killed many of my brothers and relatives."

"We all want him dead. And that requires us to work together. Any hatred should be put aside until then, right?"

The old man was indifferent, but he restrained his breath and turned into a dead tree again, responding to the girl's statement with his actions.

Barnes snorted coldly and didn't care.

Of course, these are just polite words.

The blood of the false king is a threat to any cult, but it is also a rare treasure.

Over the past thousand years, this is not the first time that the major cults have joined forces to hunt for the blood of the false king. More than once, after a successful hunt, they have fought over the division of the spoils.

If possible, Barnes would certainly like to seize the initiative and eat the blood and corpse of the false king alone.