I'm a forest ranger, why would I enslave a succubus?

Chapter 307 Divine Blood
After Rhodes threw the banshee Chris back to the other side of the mountain road.

Then they came to the Hansen River Basin in the Claw Valley Mountains, which is the water defense line.

From a distance, one could see the elf Callister busy setting up a spell ritual on the edge of a cliff.

She went out early in the morning and has not stopped until now.

"Where's Selena? Isn't she coming?"

Rod came to her side.

"She just left not long ago. It doesn't matter whether she comes or not. It's better to let her quickly reach the seventh level to avoid wasting your spirit seeds."

The elf didn't even raise his head, still speaking venomously.

She cast a spell with one hand to select a piece of ground on the cliff, used the spell of turning stone into mud to level the wall, and then hardened it into a surface suitable for carving.

"Ah, did you see it?"

"Overnight, the magic pathways in my body became smooth and spacious, and my overall talent rose to a higher level. I'm not blind. Why give it to me? I don't need a spirit seed."

"I'm sorry that you've run out of magic power."

Rhodes smiled.

He took out the crystal swan treasure and cast a group flying spell on Calliste to reduce her spellcasting pressure.

Callister didn't accept his kindness and sneered.

"Don't try your tricks on me. Consider it my debt. I'll find a way to pay you back later."

Rhodes shrugged and didn't care.

He had already adapted to getting along with the elves, and one of the important keys was not to contradict her verbally.

This guy is always so stubborn.

But the body is quite honest. Look, the elf ears are a little pink.

Rod was bored, so he played with Terry in mid-air and talked about what he saw and heard in Koch Plain today.

The days are short in winter.

The dark red dusk is not conspicuous in the haze, and it is even so blurry that people cannot see the direction of the sunset.

"There have been many speculations about lycanthropy."

The silver knife in Calliste's hand slid rapidly. "After all, this is an incurable condition, and it might not even be called a disease. Among them, the most unique speculation is from a professor at the Bahadur School of Magic."

"Is that the professor Seamus mentioned?"

Last night, Rod's black slime clone came into contact with the Bahadur wizard who was trying to confuse Ryan.

During this period, I heard some related mumbling.

That is, the golden holy grail in the Meru Labyrinth that the ratmen came into contact with back then contained the ancient blood of the ancient dead gods.

"High probability." The elf nodded.

He continued, "The professor believes that the ancient god is not actually dead, but has fallen into a deep sleep. He has transformed himself into an invisible form and merged with the divine blood of the Golden Holy Grail. Those infected with the beast disease, that is, those who come into contact with the ancient god's blood, have synchronized with the ancient god's spirit after coming into contact with its genetic material, thus undergoing a mutation."

"But I remember you saying that the ratmen didn't show any changes when they first came into contact with the divine blood."

The first large-scale spread of lycanthropy was caused by the human labyrinth fever incident.

The fact that rat people can now be infected with the disease is the result of being transformed through the human petri dish.

Rhodes was stunned for a moment.

Suddenly I remembered that various high-level beings love to tamper with human bloodlines.
What happens when the infection reaches this stage?
He shook his head and didn't think much about it.

Callister shrugged.

She had never done this before, and looked rather naive. "No one knows. If what the mage said last night is true, then I suspect they might be trying to spread the beast disease on a large scale, increasing the number of people synchronizing with the ancient god's spirit and ultimately awakening the god."

"They want to create gods, but this is just awakening."

"Yes. Based on their theory, I have another hypothesis: This invisible god's soul and body may have completely died, leaving only his spirit. Bahadur intends to increase the energy of mind synchronization through mass infection, using it as a petri dish to create a new god using the spirit."

Rhodes smiled.

"It still follows the principles of biological composition."

"After all, the three elements that make up a living being—soul, spirit, and body—were what the Bahadur School of Magic themselves published twelve hundred years ago. That's off topic. I wanted to talk about the connection between lycanthropy and the Protoss."

His smile widened.

This reminded him of a Chinese teacher he had when he was in school on Earth.

This teacher would often jump to the Three Kingdoms section while explaining the questions, talking about Cao Cao and then Liu Bei. By the end of the get out of class, I wouldn't realize he'd only covered two reading comprehension questions.
Callister was a little embarrassed by the smile.

But her expression became increasingly cold.

"Don't be so playful! What does that look like?"

"Okay, Teacher Callister."

But when the words "Teacher Callister" came out with a smile, it was like a feather tickling the side of my heart.

It made her entire chest and lower abdomen feel numb and tingling.

I can't help but recall the night raid
Calliste forced herself to suppress this feeling and continued:
"I told you during the day that the Protoss' desire to be infected with lycanthropy and their belief that they are the children of the stars stems from Professor Bahadur's theory.

The Protoss believed that the invisible ancient god was their ancestor, and that it was his bloodline that gave them their translucent bodies. Their inability to be infected by the beast disease was a gift from their ancestors to keep them away from madness.

However, in order to return to their home among the stars, the Protoss believed they should temporarily put aside the gift of their ancestors, actively contract the beast disease, and synchronize with the spirits of their ancestors, which would guide them back home.

Forehead.
Building your own racial beliefs and history based on an unproven theory?
Is it so empty?
This may be related to the background of the Protoss.

The Protoss were originally a race transformed from humans, just like witches, ghouls, and zombies, and the reason was caused by the hidden manipulation of blood.

But later, for some unknown reason, humans stopped transforming into Protoss.

The transformed and reproduced races have always been unable to reproduce. After a hundred years, they should have become a rare race or even become extinct.

However, it was as if fate had favored him.

In just twenty years, they evolved the ability to reproduce naturally.

This is the first race in the history of the continent to possess this kind of evolution.

Because of this, the Protoss, as a new race, have no history to talk about, and for the sake of racial identity, they must do something.

This includes fabricating and forging various cultural relics, and modifying the characters passed down to them by humans.

They are experts in making old things new.

Ninety percent of the counterfeits on the market are made by the Protoss.

Chatted for a while.

The sky has become completely dark.

Calliste wanted to continue working, but she had just recovered and shouldn't be working so hard, so Rhodes took her back to the forest.

At first the elves were reluctant.

It was not until Rhodes showed some anger that she followed him back reluctantly with a cold face.

Of course, if Terry hadn't been there threatening to eat dinner in front of her, she would have been able to persuade him to go back more quickly.

(End of this chapter)