Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 807 Dark Blood Demon? Easily Handled
"Haha~ Waaah~"

The wild laughter abruptly stopped, and the ferocious smile on the Dark Blood Demon's face froze as if frozen, replaced by a mixture of disbelief and sudden, intense pain.

He instinctively covered his mouth, feeling the stinging pain in his oral cavity, his eyes filled with horror and confusion.

This...how is this possible? !
His eyes, covered in scarlet lines, suddenly contracted as he stared intently at Fors, as if trying to find the answer in the other's calm expression.

Fors stood rooted to the spot, her skirt swaying gently in the breeze. Her smile, far from fading, had grown even more mocking. She parted her red lips and uttered two words, clear and forceful: "Kneel!"

"Little girl, who do you think I am? Someone like you..."

Before the Dark Blood Demon could finish his angry rebuke, his voice was abruptly cut off by a dull thud. His body fell forward without warning, his knees slamming heavily into the ground, cracking the hard rock beneath.

This sudden act of submission stunned him, his wide eyes filled with question marks ⊙_⊙.

"So, how's this curse power? Fun, isn't it?"

Fors looked down at the Dark Blood Demon kneeling before her, a faint smile playing on her lips. She extended her slender fingers and gently pinched the neck of the rag doll in her hand.

Almost simultaneously, a strong feeling of suffocation suddenly came from the neck of the Dark Blood Demon, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat, making it impossible for him to breathe.

"This curse... is it real?" The Dark Blood Demon screamed frantically in his heart, a hint of fear of the unknown finally appearing in his eyes. "When? When exactly did she cast this curse on me?"

How can such a domineering curse be cast with just a title that isn't even a real name, plus a simple rag doll?
What a joke! When did the threshold for using curse power become so low?

In a state of shock and rage, the Dark Blood Demon did not sit idly by and wait for his death. His ferocious Blood Demon Martial Soul exhaled red mist, enveloping his entire body in it.

At the same time, a dark metallic sheen emerged from his body, quickly spreading into a suit of armor covering his entire body.

The armor was covered with twisted blood patterns, and faint howls of vengeful spirits could be heard from it—it was the four-word battle armor "Blood Demon Vengeful Spirit" that he had painstakingly nurtured with his own soul power over the past decades.

In terms of quality, this battle armor is roughly equivalent to a product made from failed forging of Heavenly Forging Metal, belonging to the lowest level among four-word battle armors, and its amplification effect is far below normal levels.

Even so, it is still a genuine four-word battle armor.

The Dark Blood Demon unleashed his battle armor not only to use its defensive power to resist Fors's strange curse, but also to signify that he had completely abandoned his contempt and was ready to go all out.

However, despite his full vigilance, Fors simply smiled faintly, extended a finger, gently touched the doll's forehead, and uttered a single, light word: "Seal!"

"Om-"

A faint buzzing sound rang out, and the Dark Blood Demon felt as if the soul power within his body had frozen, instantly ceasing to flow.

What shocked him even more was that the four-word battle armor on his body faded away rapidly like melting snow, eventually turning into specks of light and dissipating into the air.

"what?!"

The Dark Blood Demon cried out in shock, his heart filled with utter astonishment. The ability to curse him was strange enough, but how could it also seal his soul power and battle armor? This defied all known laws of power!
Just as he was in shock, a bone-chilling cold suddenly came from his hands and feet, as if countless ice needles were spreading throughout his body along his blood vessels.

The Dark Blood Demon suddenly looked up at Fors, and the nonchalant smile in Fors' eyes was now more terrifying than the most vicious curse in his eyes.

Oh no... This time, it seems we've really hit a brick wall.

……

As a high-ranking federal official, Nan Fusheng had the authority to access many of the federal government's secret files. Coupled with the intelligence relayed by his informant within the Holy Spirit Cult, it could be said that he was fully aware of most of the Dark Blood Demon's life's deeds.

Among these stories, the most interesting one is the origin of the opponent's spirit ring.

The Dark Blood Demon is an extremely pure and unique evil spirit master.

He is considered pure because he is a born evil spirit master. He is considered special because his spirit rings were not given by spirit beasts, but were formed from "human souls".

When the Dark Blood Demon Martial Soul first awakened, it was extremely weak and even lacked accompanying soul power, making it no different from a useless Martial Soul, and it was unable to cultivate like an ordinary Soul Master.

He lost both his parents at a young age and was raised by his grandfather, but when he was eight years old, his grandfather also passed away due to illness.

It was at the moment his grandfather passed away that the Dark Blood Demon's martial spirit suddenly appeared, devouring his grandfather's soul completely. As a result, he gained first-level innate soul power.

With soul power, one naturally has the possibility of becoming a soul master.

Thus, the Dark Blood Demon successfully entered the Elementary Soul Master Academy. However, he soon discovered that the cultivation methods common to all Soul Masters, including meditation, were completely ineffective for him.

His pitiful level one soul power showed no improvement even after half a year of cultivation.

Ultimately, he was expelled from school for being "incompetent and unable to improve." But soon, he recalled the scene when he first gained soul power, and so he turned his attention to the funeral home.

He lingered there, and finally made an astonishing discovery—as soon as someone died, he could sense something unusual and draw power from it.

In less than a month, his soul power soared to level ten like a rocket. But he was penniless and had no way of buying soul spirits.

Just when he was at his wit's end and could only go to the funeral home to devour souls day after day, about a month later, his body spontaneously condensed a soul ring, which also gave him his first soul skill: Soul Devouring!
Yes, just like a soul beast that has undergone a transformation and rebirth after 100,000 years, the Dark Blood Demon was able to condense a soul ring on its own after devouring enough souls.

The nine ten-thousand-year soul rings on his body were not bestowed by the soul spirit, but were formed by the condensation of "human souls".

Since awakening the "Soul Devouring" soul skill, the Dark Blood Demon has completely broken free from its dependence on the "souls of the dead" and has been able to actively devour the souls of the living.

As his strength increased, the number of lives he killed also increased, and his fearsome reputation spread rapidly among the evil spirit masters, making him a figure of terror in a short time.

Such unbridled killings naturally attracted the attention and encirclement of major soul master organizations.

Under immense pressure, joining the Holy Spirit Cult became a logical choice—only in this organization, which gathered the continent's top evil spirit masters, could he find protection and continue his cultivation path.

With his ruthless methods and uncanny strength, he rose step by step to become the leader of the Four Dark Kings, becoming a pivotal figure in the Holy Spirit Cult.

Even among evil soul masters, the Dark Blood Demon's cultivation speed was astonishing. He became a Limit Douluo at around fifty years old, and his combat power was incomparably strong.

The Blood Demon Martial Soul leans towards the mental type, which makes his mental strength far surpass that of other Soul Masters of the same level. Combined with his omnipresent and all-pervasive curse ability, he has become the nightmare of countless Soul Masters.

In terms of the number of people killed, the Dark Blood Demon is probably second only to the Ghost Emperor in the Holy Spirit Cult, and may even surpass the Underworld Emperor Harosa.

Wherever he goes, nothing is left behind—whether it be humans or other life forms with souls, they are all merely “food” to be devoured in his eyes, and none are spared.

However, every advantage has its disadvantages, and the cultivation path of the Dark Blood Demon is no exception.

First, although his soul rings are formed by devouring souls, he has lost the possibility of increasing the age of his soul rings by using special existences such as the Spirit Ascension Platform. He can only slowly advance by constantly devouring souls.

This is why, despite being a Limit Douluo, he has never possessed a 100,000-year spirit ring—not because he was unwilling, but because he was unable to.

Even more deadly is that as the number of souls he devours increases, each absorbed soul leaves a faint trace of consciousness in his spiritual sea.

These lingering remnants of consciousness, like maggots clinging to his bones, constantly tormented his spirit.

Initially, the torment was still within a tolerable range, but as the amount of residual consciousness accumulated to a certain extent, his mind began to show serious signs of splitting.

Even more terrifying was that these remaining consciousnesses were all filled with deep-seated hostility towards him, roaring and clashing in his sea of ​​consciousness day and night, causing pain that ordinary endurance could not withstand. The long-term mental strain also caused his own vitality to be continuously depleted, and he aged much faster than ordinary people.

The Dark Blood Demon knew that once he fell, the residual consciousness of all the life forms he had devoured would erupt instantly, causing an extremely terrifying backlash against him. At that time, his soul would be torn to pieces, and he would never be able to be reborn.

Therefore, he spent his entire life frantically searching for ways to prolong his life and suppress the chaotic consciousness within him. His ultimate conclusion was that only by absorbing more powerful consciousness and constantly strengthening his own mental power could he barely suppress the signs of backlash.

The Ghost Emperor once analyzed his predicament for him: his situation was somewhat similar to that of the Demon Emperor. If he wanted to completely break free from his current shackles, he could only cultivate his spiritual power to the Divine Origin Realm.

Only by reaching the Divine Origin Realm can one truly transcend the mortal world, completely dissolve those chaotic consciousnesses, and eliminate future troubles forever.

But how easy is it to reach the Divine Origin Realm?
Even Hades Douluo Halosa and Ghost Emperor, who stand at the pinnacle of the continent, have not been able to reach this level, let alone him.

In this way, continuously devouring stronger souls and forcibly pushing his spiritual power to the Divine Origin Realm before being completely devoured by the backlash from his own consciousness became his only way to survive.

The reason he acted so recklessly and attacked Nan Fusheng and his group was because he keenly sensed that there were several powerful and pure souls among them.

Although there were no Limit Douluos in the opposing camp, as long as there was someone whose spiritual power had reached the Spirit Domain Realm, it would be enough for him.

The Dark Blood Demon firmly believed that as long as he could completely devour this group of people, his spiritual power would surely achieve a qualitative leap, bringing him one step closer to the Divine Origin Realm.

This thirst for power, coupled with his fear of death, ultimately drove him to abandon his usual caution and choose to reveal himself and intercept the attacker.

But now...

"I twist—"

With a slight twitch of her fingertips, Fors pinched the doll's head with one hand and grasped its feet with the other, seemingly casually twisting it gently to the sides.

"Depend on!"

The Dark Blood Demon couldn't help but swear. His body suddenly lifted off the ground and hovered in mid-air. Then, an irresistible force, like an invisible giant hand, seized his limbs and bones.

The bones and meridians seemed to be forcibly twisted ropes, and the body began to spiral and twist at an angle that defied common sense. The muscles were stretched and squeezed, and the bones made a faint "crunching" sound.

The person gradually took on a bizarre, twisted shape, like a rag that had been wrung out.

With the Dark Blood Demon's cultivation level, this degree of limb distortion had not yet reached his limit. Although the physical pain was intense, he could still grit his teeth and endure it. But what truly terrified him was the feeling of utter despair of being completely out of control and at the mercy of others.

It was as if he was no longer the powerful Limit Douluo, but merely a plaything in the other's hands that could be manipulated at will, his life, death, honor, and disgrace all tied to that slender hand holding the doll.

This terror of being stripped of all ability to resist gnawed at his mind like a leech, far more suffocating than physical torture.

"Nanali, what are you hesitating for? Hurry up and help me!" The Dark Blood Demon's soul roared wildly in his sea of ​​consciousness, transmitting his voice directly into Nanali's mind through a secret technique.

He still couldn't understand what kind of supernatural power Fors had used. The connection between the rag doll and the power of the curse, the methods of sealing soul power and controlling the body, were all beyond his comprehension.

This fear of the unknown had long since overwhelmed his pride as a strongman, causing him to feel an unprecedented urge to retreat.

Right now, his soul power is still firmly sealed by that strange force. He can't even turn around and run away, let alone mobilize his soul power to break free of the restraints. At this critical moment between life and death, his only hope is Nanali.

"Just a moment!" the Dark Blood Demon screamed in his heart.

If Nanali can seize the opportunity to launch a sneak attack with her eerie fear bell, even if it only slightly disrupts Fors for a moment, she might be able to break this damned soul power seal.

At that time, he will be able to immediately use his trump card, the Blood Servant Clone Technique, to escape thousands of miles away.

As for what will happen to the Dark Bell that was left behind, that's not something he should worry about. As long as he can get out of here alive, what does it matter if he sacrifices one Nunnally?
"Ok."

Under the repeated urging of the Dark Blood Demon, Nanali finally seemed to have made up her mind, her previously hesitant gaze hardening. She took a deep breath, her soul power surging within her, and with a low hum, she summoned her martial soul.

A bell, entirely dark green, appeared out of thin air, swirling with wisps of dark mist and emanating a chilling aura.

However, instead of attacking Fors as the Dark Blood Demon had expected, the bell, accompanied by a howling wind, slammed down directly on his head as he hovered in mid-air, still in a twisted position!
"boom!"

The heavy impact was deafening, and a large crater of varying depth was instantly smashed into the ground, with gravel and dust flying everywhere.

"Na..."

The Dark Blood Demon was struck by this sudden attack, his blood surging. He was about to roar in anger, demanding to know why Nanali had attacked him, but he only managed to utter a single syllable—

"boom!"

Another muffled thud, and the dark green bell of fear, ever-present, slammed down on him once more.

This time, the Dark Blood Demon couldn't even utter a complete syllable; the rest of his words were stuck in his throat, turning into a painful groan.

"What are you babbling about? Eat a few of my bells first!"

While manipulating her martial soul to continue the attack, Nanali shouted loudly, her tone filled with an undeniable and awe-inspiring righteousness, "Dark Blood Demon, you evil soul master who has committed countless evil deeds, ravaging the world and harming living beings, have finally revealed your true colors and have nowhere to hide today!"

"To tell you the truth, I did not genuinely join the Holy Spirit Cult; I am an undercover agent planted among you by Lord Fors!"

"Having remained hidden until now, enduring humiliation and hardship, all for the sake of waiting for this opportunity to eradicate you, this cancer that plagues the world, and restore peace and order to the world!"

Every word was delivered with resounding force, and the loud clang of the bell as it fell created a convincing power.

The Dark Blood Demon was stunned by the impact, and the shock and anger in his heart had long overshadowed the physical pain—he never expected that the help he had placed so much hope in would turn against him at this moment, and in such a "legitimate" way!

"Eh?"

This unexpected turn of events stunned the spectators.

Xu Xiaoyan stared at the swift and decisive scene in the arena. She saw Nanali controlling her dark green bell spirit to deliver a series of heavy blows with imposing momentum. She was completely different from the sweet and gentle junior schoolgirl she remembered. For a moment, Xu Xiaoyan was stunned.

She subconsciously tugged at Fors's sleeve, her voice low and filled with confusion and uncertainty: "Fors, what Junior Nanali said... is it true? Has she really been an undercover agent all along?"

In Xu Xiaoyan's mind, Nanali was just a pretty and seemingly mediocre junior Soul Master. But the power and aura she was showing at this moment clearly far surpassed her own. This sudden contrast made her suspicious.

Although the other party claimed to be an undercover agent, that dark green bell-shaped martial spirit exuded an unsettling evil aura no matter how you looked at it, making it difficult to associate it with the upright image that an "undercover agent" should have.

Fors sensed Xu Xiaoyan's doubts, turned to her and gave her a reassuring look, saying in a calm tone, "Nanali is indeed one of my people. As for the specific reasons, they are quite complex, and I will explain them to you slowly later."

After saying that, she looked up at Nanali, who was still attacking, and gently waved to her.

"Lord Fors~"

Although Nanali appeared focused on attacking, she had actually been paying close attention to Fors' conversation with Xu Xiaoyan. When she heard Fors admit her identity, the breath she had been holding in finally eased.

She immediately withdrew her martial spirit's attack, obediently stopping her assault and awaiting further instructions.

(End of this chapter)