Ordeal after ordeal brought him fleeting pleasures, much like the high from drugs, and he became addicted to this sensation. However, after all the tribulations, this feeling quietly vanished, leaving behind only emptiness and numbness.
The Blood Bat felt despair about life and began to attempt suicide by slitting his wrists, but the light that filled his body protected him time and again. At first, he felt hopeless, but later he began to listen to the sound of his own bleeding, a sound that brought him pleasure. Eventually, he became obsessed with the sound of other people's blood flowing, and he killed everyone in the monastery.
He began to feel agitated, hating this singular method, so he abandoned the light that had been with him his entire life and turned to practicing magic. The Blood Bat was undoubtedly a genius, and his progress in magic was rapid. Soon, he possessed a series of well-formed spells, and in the end, he even developed a semi-finished rune weapon: the Blood Blade. Yes, the Blood Bat was the true mastermind behind the Blood Blade. On the surface, he was just a poor assassin contact person, and only the public leader of the Blood Blade knew his true identity.
Half a year ago, the Blood Bat noticed that the darkness had become more intense. Tired of his wizard identity, he unhesitatingly gave up his magical power and began to touch the darkness. The Blood Bat, who was crazily obsessed with pleasure, was as dark as it could be. His greed, which was etched in his genes, was quickly detected by the darkness, and then he unsurprisingly contracted hemophilia.
Like mania, hemophilia can also be accelerated, and the method is a large amount of blood. This method is almost heartless, but for the Blood Bat, nothing mattered. He built a pool of blood and soaked himself in it. After a month, the blood pool dried up, and he successfully became a vampire.
In the early morning yesterday, the Blood Bat was deliberately captured. Today, he began to implement his true plan, to hear more of the sound of blood flowing, to hear more pain from this sound. As for his employer Gelfant's plan, that was just a side effect.
The Blood Bat inhaled deeply, enjoying the other party's ten minutes of pain. During these ten minutes, the surroundings were silent. The prisoners were all scared into silence.
Suddenly, a fat man ran to the cell and grabbed the bars, saying to the Blood Bat, "Old Bat, don't you like money the most? Let me out quickly, as long as you let me out, I will give you ten gold coins, Golden Dragons, ten Golden Dragons."
The Blood Bat grinned, looking at the fat man with a full brain of fat intestines, and said teasingly, "Do you know what I think every time I see you?"
The fat man felt something was wrong and took a step back: "Wh... what?"
"I think... such a pile of blood, the sound of it gushing out should be very pleasant."
The fat man's pupils shrank sharply, and he sat on the ground, shivering and moving backward. However, the Blood Bat turned into a pool of blood and easily passed through the cell bars. He seemed to come out of the blood and appeared in front of the fat man in an instant. With a flick of his finger, the blood on the fat man's body began to run wild, and he fell to the ground powerlessly, allowing the Blood Bat to do as he pleased.
His finger easily cut through the thin clothes, revealing a white chest that could be compared to a noblewoman's. The sharp fingernail gently touched the heart position, just a trace of blood, accompanied by the Blood Bat's flick of a finger, and the blood gushed out, making a "hissing" sound. It seemed... really pleasant to listen to.
The fat man's chest heaved violently, and the blood in his limbs and bones all flowed towards that side. He began to feel his hands and feet cold, the surroundings getting darker and darker, and sinking into the dark bit by bit. The fat man muttered to himself, "God... forgive..."
Another one died, and the surroundings were silent. All the prisoners did not dare to move even a bit, for fear of attracting the attention of the Blood Bat, this pervert.
Bang, the door was opened, and a dungeon guard rudely shouted loudly, "Taoluosi, what are you doing, dawdling." While saying, he walked inside. A corpse lying on the ground attracted his attention, his pupils shrank sharply, and he pulled out his sword: "Who, who did this?"
The prisoners looked up and looked at him with the eyes of the dead. A hoarse voice came from behind: "It's me."
The dungeon guard turned his head abruptly and saw an ugly face sticking to his face. "Ah!!!" The dungeon guard retreated in horror, and the sword in his hand swung forward desperately, hitting only a burst of blood fog. "Where are you looking?" The hoarse voice still sounded behind him, and the cold sweat dropped. The dungeon guard turned around and hit hard.
The sound of gold and iron struck, and the one-handed sword was grabbed by the Blood Bat, and then it was broken and thrown to the side. The dungeon guard retreated quickly, but saw that the Blood Bat did not come after him. He just felt a bit lucky, and then felt his neck wet.
Tick! Tick!
It's the sound of blood dripping. The Blood Bat flicked his finger, and the blood gushed out like a waterfall. The dungeon guard knelt on the ground, his healthy skin quickly turned pale, and withered. After absorbing this group of blood, the Blood Bat laughed strangely: "Dear sir, thank you for the reminder, there is still a large amount of blood outside, but I can't give up that large area for this small group. Well, come out, my little darling."
With that, the Blood Bat relaxed his hand as hard as steel, and then the finger of the other hand cut through the palm, and the thick blood flowed out, which he casually threw out and divided into three shares, merging into three corpses. The three corpses moved and stood up unsteadily, looking at the other prisoners with bloodthirsty greed in their eyes.
A rustling sound rang out, and a few prisoners who had not reacted at the beginning also stood up unsteadily. "Good night, gentlemen." The torch was extinguished, and the door locks that were once regarded as a prison and now as a protective umbrella were quickly cut off. Screams rang out, and the rich smell of blood spread throughout the dungeon.
The outside guards also heard the commotion, rushed in, and were scared to roll back and forth, then locked the door, cutting off the life path of all the prisoners inside. Because of a big arrest yesterday, the entire dungeon was almost filled, and some dungeons even had a dozen prisoners together. Therefore, when they were converted into blood slaves, the number of blood slaves swelled to nearly two hundred at once.
The blood slaves began to hit the exit door, but the exit door was a big iron door, which could not be hit open by them. In this way, it seems that the exit was held, but unfortunately, there is still a dangerous element inside. A guard felt sticky under his feet, looked down, and found that his feet had turned into a pool of blood. A doubt flashed in his heart, and then he lost consciousness. The blood gushed up and covered it.
This scared the surrounding guards, who quickly retreated, pointing their swords at him. The Blood Bat appeared next to him, trying to open the door bolt by himself. The guard turned his head, causing the other guards' hearts to jump. At this moment, his skin was pale, his eyes were red, and he had become a blood slave.