People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Later, when Bozokasti led the heavily armored Wendigo Legion to help the Ursus Emperor fight, Niezley saw it all and felt the pain in his heart.

Family, does anyone understand? Today was absolutely unbelievable! My carefully trained apprentice, now that he's grown up, has gone into his rebellious phase and taken his whole family abroad. He said he didn't want to fight, but he ended up fighting for a foreign emperor, and in the end, he gained neither fame nor fortune, and even ended up as part of some kind of guerrilla force!

You said you wanted to fight a guerrilla war earlier, so why didn't you just stay and remain neutral with the other royal courts, not participating in the civil war? Now that there's peace, you can help me and the Victorians fight a guerrilla war. Isn't that the same thing?

Unfortunately, I can't help.

Not only could he not help, Bozocasti even stood on the opposite side of Ducarre.

The Blood Demon Lord's feelings were somewhat complicated. He was amazed by the immense power contained in the pure-blooded Wendigo bloodline, but he also frowned and sighed at Bozokasti's current "weak state".

Yes, in Ducarre's opinion, Bozokasti is currently far too weak!

The power in his bloodline has not been activated at all. He is now fighting entirely with his brute strength and the little bit of Sarkaz magic he learned in his early years!

He already looks very strong, but he could have been even stronger!

With a slight sigh, the Blood Demon Lord slowly uttered his first words upon meeting the other:

"I wondered why the security situation in Dorndinium had suddenly deteriorated so drastically recently. I thought it was because some ignorant flies had appeared in the city defense army. I was just planning to take a walk out of my spare time and get rid of some bugs, but I didn't expect to smell something unusual."

"Bozokaste, Bozokaste, I really didn't expect to see you in this place."

"Look at yourself now? Your attire, those alien races following you, and your weak, betrayed bloodline—you disappoint me. You disappoint Nezile too!"

Ducarre's cat-like vertical pupils contracted sharply, and his voice carried an undisguised sense of pressure:

"Answer me, how long has it been since you performed a ghoul ritual?!"

Standing opposite Ducarre, Bozocasti slightly raised his hand to protect the workers of the self-rescue army behind him.

They were originally just coming out of the pipes to carry out a very simple harassment mission—to wipe out all the Sarkaz overseers in a factory. Little did they expect their luck to be this bad.

Blood Lord Ducarre was the most likely enemy to appear before them, among the enemies Ernst had listed before entering Londinium.

He was also the one that Bozokasti feared the most.

It's not because he's stronger than Niecilei, but because he's even crazier than Niecilei! If he wants to kill someone, Bozhuokastie won't even have a chance to reason with him!

Manipulating blood is a skill he struggles to maintain even for himself, let alone the self-rescue army behind him. And they, clearly, lack the ability to counter the Blood Demon's methods.

Fortunately, he has already sent the signal, and Talulah will be here soon. With her there, at least they can use the lich's artifacts to teleport directly!

As for Ducarre's question, Bozocas didn't want to answer it, but in order to buy time, he slowly replied:

"I never did it!"

This is the truth.

The cannibalistic ritual is a traditional witchcraft practiced by the Wendigo royal court. Among the ten modern Sarkaz royal courts, three are most adept at warfare: the Blood Demons, the Carrion Eaters, and the Wendigo. This is largely because the witchcraft of these three royal courts is closely related to war.

Carrion can plunder life force through war, Blood Demons can condense creations from the blood of war, and pure bloodlines, while the Wendigo, once their ghoul sorcery is activated, can enhance them with every corpse, the stronger the corpse, the greater the enhancement! The entire battlefield is their hunting ground!

To put it simply, Carrion Eaters deal percentage-based damage on the battlefield, ignoring your physical and magical resistance, and directly draining your health. Blood Demons can regenerate as they fight, multiplying with each hit. And Wendigos, by activating sorcery on the battlefield, are essentially donning a killing machine.

The killing sword, the killing ring, the killing armor—each corpse adds to their attack power, magic strength, and vitality, making them stronger the more they fight, with no upper limit!

This is the true form of the war behemoth!

But Bozokasti never used this witchcraft.

He did eat his own kind, but that was a Wendigo clan "funeral ceremony," which he found equally repulsive. On the battlefield, he always refused to use cannibalistic sorcery.

The reason is simple: this witchcraft created a "war behemoth," which, as the name suggests, is a "beast."

The more you eat, the less rational you become, until you finally lose all reason and become indiscriminate in your choice of friend or foe.

And when things get to that point, how many people can still stop a war behemoth?

Why are there so few Wendigos? Why is he the only purebred Wendigo left? It's because of this reason.

Foreigners feared him, and so did the Sarkaz themselves.

But this answer clearly did not satisfy the Blood Demon Lord.

Power naturally comes at a price, especially the power of Wendigo that even made him tremble. But power is still power, and to refrain from using it out of fear of the consequences would be a desecration of it.

At least, Borocasti can channel this power into the Sarkaz's enemies! If he truly loses his mind, then the Blood Lord is willing to make a promise:

"If you're worried about things getting out of control, I can clean up the mess for you in the end."

This means that he could kill Bozokasti in the end, giving him a decent, heroic ending.

To be honest, while this sounds glorious, it's actually a bit funny when you think about it carefully.

If you go to war and go crazy, develop PTSD or other mental health issues, no problem, I'll take care of the killing and burial, I'll make sure everything is arranged for you, and a little suona will send you off happily!

Is this human talk?

Bozokasti was a worldly man, and the Sarkaz's old "honor of death" rhetoric wouldn't fool him. He even felt aversion and disgust at the "dreams" the Demon Lord bestowed upon his warriors before his death! Let alone the "cleanup" the Blood Lord spoke of.

But he was too lazy to waste any more words with the Blood Demon.

He could already feel Talulah's scorching aura!

Bozokasti raised his hand and took the battle halberd off his back, slightly adjusting his posture and assuming a fighting stance.

The Blood Demon Lord's brows furrowed visibly, and a hint of annoyance appeared on his face:

"You turn a blind eye to the kindness I have shown you, yet you still want to wage war against a king?"

"You said you didn't want to see the Sarkaz kill each other, but now you're turning your sword against me?"

Bozokastie paused for a moment, then said coldly:

"Here, there is no distinction between races, only between rebels and oppressors!"

"Okay, very good!"

Visibly, the Blood Demon grinned.

"Then let me see what you're made of, you rebel!"

That laugh stretched all the way to his ears, as if it wanted to split his face in two!

P.S.: My sleep schedule is a mess. I sleep until 6 PM, then after dinner I work on my thesis, and by the time I finish writing, it's already 1:30 AM. Oh well, I just need to get through this period. Once I finish my thesis proposal, I should be able to go back to the living world.

It's almost the end of the month, and I estimate I'll have three million words by next month! Maybe I'll even get a big bookshelf! This should be my longest book yet, thank you all for your support!

Chapter 824 He flew first, using his field magic.

Rhodes Island, on the eve of the operation.

Ernst and Kal'tsit stood in front of the electronic sand table of Rhodes Island, raised their sticks and tapped the blackboard beside them:

"Pay attention, listen up!"

"Talulah, what dangers are you most likely to encounter in the city of Londinium? Repeat it."

Talulah, sitting beside the sand table, straightened her back upon hearing this, placed her hands on her knees, and, looking like a well-behaved girl, earnestly replied:

"An old man who eats carrion while taking a stroll."

"The pink-haired Sarkaz swordsman who does hair care."

"A madwoman with cat-like lips and a slightly effeminate look."

"A big, blond demon."

She paused, thought for a moment, and added.

"There are also small shapeshifters whose features are completely indistinguishable."

Kelsey: “?”

Ernst: "Ahem, there's nothing wrong with how you remember it! You pass!"

Kal'tsit opened her mouth as if to say something, but Ernst quickly pressed her shoulder down and whispered in her ear: [∠]

"It's alright, it's alright. We should despise the enemy strategically, but take them seriously tactically."

It doesn't matter what Talulah calls those people, as long as she knows them!

Kal'tsit's lips twitched, and she took several deep breaths to suppress the urge to retort.

As someone who would practically rattle off the entire lineage of someone's ancestors when revealing their identity, Talulah's "brief but precise" summary did indeed hit a nerve.

It feels like I'm suffocating!

Having suppressed Kal'tsit, Ernst looked at Talulah, who was sitting there, and said frankly:

"You don't need to worry about the others for now. But the Blood Demon Lord will definitely come after you."

Kal'tsit finally caught her breath and continued:

“Ernst is right. Blood Lord Ducarre’s sensitivity to bloodlines far exceeds what ordinary people can imagine.”

"Having occupied the city of Londinium for so long, he probably knows everything about the bloodlines within. The moment Bozocas enters, he will immediately sense it!"

Pureblood Wendygo is extremely rare. If the mighty Blood Lord can't even distinguish the unique bloodline of Bozokasti, then the Blood Court probably really needs to be replaced.

Bozokasti clearly realized this as well. He paused for a moment before replying:

“I…have never used…witchcraft.”

Kal'tsit was slightly taken aback.

Ernst may not know what Bodjokast was saying, but she certainly does.

Bozokasti means that he has never used ghoul magic, and his bloodline has never been activated.

But he's been fighting on the battlefield all this time, ignoring the powerful magic of the Wendigo. Over the years, he's fought his way up by sheer physical strength.

She pursed her lips, unsure how to react, and could only pretend not to hear her words, shaking her head.

"That's not OK."

"Don't underestimate the Blood Demon. As long as you're in the city, he'll definitely be able to find you."

"Then I won't go?" Bozhuokast asked rhetorically.

“No, you have to go.” Kal’tsit shook her head.

"The Blood Demon Lord is an obstacle we must overcome, regardless of whether you go or not. Rather, I should be asking you."

Kal'tsit's voice deepened, and she said seriously:

"Bozokastie, if you were to face the Blood Demon Lord head-on, what are your chances of winning?"

Bozokasti's eyes flashed red for a moment, and after a long silence, he nodded slightly:

"It will win."

It's hard to say what the odds are, but we will win.

If the Blood Lord is an enemy that must be defeated, then Bozokasti will march towards him, regardless of his strength or whether he himself will be sacrificed.

He marched on and on, daring to confront even his own destiny, so how could he be afraid of facing a ruler of a royal court?

Moreover, he wasn't alone.

"What, still not using your magic? I released so many of my followers, just waiting for you to turn them all into nourishment!"

The Blood Lord's voice was a mix of madness and anticipation. Standing atop the blood tide, he looked down at Bodrakaste, surrounded by waves of blood, and the "Touches of the Lords" attacking Bodrakaste. His expression was somewhat displeased.

This is the street of Victoria, but also the Blood Demon's hunting ground. The Blood Demon doesn't care whether those minor figures of the Self-Rescue Army escape or not; what particularly infuriates him is the stubborn Bojokastie's refusal to use witchcraft until this moment.

Why is it that the younger generation of Sarkaz seems to be particularly resistant to their own bloodline?

Those gods preach about "racial equality" every day, but they haven't practiced it at all. And what's the result? The younger generation of the Sarkaz have all believed in this nonsense!

Each and every one of them regarded the bloodline they had painstakingly inherited as a deadly poison. They didn't even consider that the power of this bloodline had supported their ancestors through the long night of the struggle between gods and people, and was the greatest reliance that allowed the Sarkaz to still have a place on this land to this day!

No matter how many mistakes the royal court made, they still preserved the Sarkaz bloodline. What's wrong with bloodlines?

Once Bozokasti's power is truly activated, the Blood Demon Lord is certain that he will reach his full potential. But even if he were to condescend to personally scatter his own followers, feeding these "byproducts of the Blood Sea," mindless beings, to Bozokasti, he would not eat them!

Come and eat!

Ducarre's patience was running out as he watched Wendigo still using that halberd to sweep away those "Great Lord's Touches".

“Bozokasti, don’t blame me for not warning you.”

“If it weren’t for Niecilei’s sake, your actions would be enough for me to drain you dry! And I have no need to keep doing Niecilei a favor.”

"Now, I'm giving you five last minutes to prove your strength to me, or else..."

A gust of wind swept by, interrupting Ducarre's voice. The Blood Demon Lord instinctively turned his body to the side, and a scorching pillar of fire grazed past him, leaving a charred black mark on his pale face from the terrifying heat!