Chapter 477 The Blessing of the “Father”

Faced with the monster rushing toward him, Les sighed: He is another guy who likes physical combat.

He could feel that the blood in his body was also about to move. With a change of heart, he suppressed the abnormal movement. Then he raised his hand and released a barrier spell to stop the attacking monster in front of him.

The boiling blood, which seemed to have hit a wall of transparent air, secretly screamed something bad.

He has just used his most powerful ability: blood boiling. But the tricks that had been invincible in the past had no effect today. The opponent neutralized his strongest method without even blinking an eye.

In addition, the plan of trying to fish in troubled waters up close and succeed by touching the opponent was ruined by an obstacle spell. Boixue felt that he should distance himself now and use long-range attack methods.

As long as the frequency of attacks is high enough, you can always touch it, right?

His thinking is correct. His hard power is far inferior to Rice's, and his talents and skills are also restrained. Under normal circumstances, there is no possibility of defeating the opponent. You can only make a fuss around "if you hit it once, you win."

But when he distanced himself, Rice also completely expanded his territory.

The ground beneath Les' feet became muddy, and the air became thicker with moisture.

Boixue took a step back and jumped five or six meters back.

He squatted half-crouched on the ground, and the pustules on his body exploded one after another. The pus inside floated in the air and would be ejected in the next second.

This is also a move he learned on his own. If ordinary people are exposed to the venom in this pustule, their flesh will rot and their bones will be pierced, or they will die from the poison. Moreover, the attack range of this move is extremely wide, and the probability of hitting the loving father is very high.

Boixue spread his hands, and the pus turned into thin needles under his control. At a glance, he seemed to be surrounded by a layer of green mist. If you look closely, you will see that this green mist is composed of tens of thousands of poisonous needles.

"Go!" Boixue pushed forward with both hands.

In his expectation, the poisonous needle would rush towards his loving father and launch a 360-degree attack on him.

There are so many needles, as long as you hit one, you will win!

But after his order was given, the poisonous needle showed no reaction. Boixue looked up in confusion, only to find that the poisonous needle pounced towards him with a whoosh.

Boiling blood:?

Before he could react, his body was pierced by tens of thousands of poisonous needles.

Since the poison on the poison needle is actually his body fluid, there is no risk of poisoning, but the physical damage caused by the needle cannot be underestimated.

After just one encounter, Boixue lost the ability to resist.

The water vapor in the air and the remaining venom formed a crescent-shaped blade, which chopped off the boiling head with a single twist.

Rice held the boiling human head in his hand and said with a smile: "It's over, it seems you have lost. But don't be discouraged, my ability happens to be more restrained against you."

This is true. Whether it is blood control or poisonous needles formed by manipulating liquids, the ability to boil blood is exactly the inferior substitute of Rice, so it is completely defeated by him.

The infected person has extremely strong vitality. If an ordinary person had his head cut off, he would have died a long time ago, but he can still speak with boiling blood.

"I..." The blood-boiling head opened its mouth and spat out a few words.

Les lowered his head, curious about what else this guy wanted to say.

"...We haven't lost yet." As he said that, the "chimney" above his head suddenly spewed out a stream of hot smoke.

Since Les was holding his bleeding head with his hands at the moment, he was caught off guard and the hot smoke from his head really burned Les's palms.

"Hahaha!" Seeing that he finally succeeded, Boixue laughed happily, and the last bit of life in his body was quickly dissipated.

Les shook his head helplessly: I really let this guy do it.

Now that Boixue has completed the task he set in advance, he can get rewards from himself.

Les raised his hand, summoned the boiling body, and then put his head back on. At the same time, he also mobilized his magic power to stop the boiling blood from flowing out of those wounds.

However, Les was not a wizard who was good at medical skills. Nothing he did could stop the loss of the opponent's life force.

Seeing this, Rice could only take out the first-generation plague potion and pour it on his wound.

He didn't think it would have any effect.

After countless mutations, the first-generation magic potion and the plague infected by boiling blood are almost two different things. Les didn't think this thing would be of any help to the boiling blood in his current state.

However, an amazing scene happened.

The moment the potion came into contact with the boiling wound, his body was like a pot of boiling soup, with large and small bubbles emerging.

The bubbles exploded and the pus inside flowed out.

These venoms, which are disgusting to others and cause great damage to health, have now become the source of life that boils the blood.

After the venom flowed into the wound, Les was shocked to see that his head was reconnected with his body, and the slowly dissipating breath gathered again.

‘The miracle of life. ’ Les had only one explanation.

He felt as if his potion had evolved into something incredible in the world of alchemy.

A few minutes later, Boixue opened his eyes again. At this time, he has fully recovered and his strength seems to have increased a lot.

"Thank you, loving father, for your blessing!" He knelt on the ground excitedly and kowtowed to Rice several times.

Les looked at him with a complicated expression, not knowing what to say.

It turns out that I can really bless the infected in the alchemy world...

But this is meaningless!

My mission is to kill all the strong men in the alchemy world, and then let Rowena restart this world. In other words, the more "blessings" I give, the greater my workload.

As for driving the infected to hunt the humans in the alchemy world, let alone whether the infected will listen to me, the efficiency alone is enough to make him give up this idea.

"No need to thank me, this is what you deserve." Les moved his magic power and stopped Boiling Blood, asking him not to kowtow.

"Tell me where those human strong men are now."

Boiling Blood showed a look of surprise on his face: "Could it be that you want to..."

"Well, this is the purpose of my return here. Tell me their location." Les's expression was calm. He felt that natives like Boiling Blood should know the location of those strong men better than him. With his guidance, he can save a lot of time.

The loving father is willing to take action against those who refuse to bless, which is exactly what Boiling Blood wants. He immediately took out a map and marked the activity ranges of several famous human strongmen for his father.

Feixue understood that the return of his father meant that the world was about to change.

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