People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 729: The Shapeshifter Arrives

When the blood of Tikaz left the body of the Blood Demon Lord, he was irreversibly headed for death.

The black magic cut through the blood cage, and Amiya broke free from it. Mudstone swung the hammer in his hand and swept away the lifeless blood worms beside him.

When the two saw that the fight between Blood Demon Lord and Windermere had come to an end, their faces darkened.

On the other side, Logos struggled to escape from the blood wave, his face also looking a little ugly. He waved his hand to call back the bone pen he had thrown, which turned into several chains to bind the Blood of Tikaz and the Blood Demon Lord.

Then he pulled hard, throwing the remains of the Blood Demon Lord out and into a pit left by a lightning strike.

The Blood Demon Lord did not resist and let himself fall heavily to the ground, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth again.

His eyes wandered across the battlefield.

In the rear, the Duke of Caster's fleet was ready to go. Although Logos and others were in a mess, they still had the strength to continue fighting. Further away, the scattered Victorian soldiers were trying their best to rush back with the weapons they had searched for.

Farther away, in the direction of Silverstone Cliff, the Blood Demon Lord saw that what appeared was the Victorian Steel Torrent, not the support promised by Manfred. He was not surprised at all.

Nor did he feel the slightest bit of anger.

"Manfred, you are very brave, but I cannot admit that you have enough courage."

The Blood Demon Lord murmured in a low voice, with a dying look in his eyes: "Only by making a decisive decision can the future of Sarkaz be achieved. You cannot bear the departure of your mentor now, so how will you deal with more separations when you take charge of Sarkaz in the future?

Without a royal court and real foundation, how can you resist the myriad races?"

While muttering to himself, the Blood Demon Lord's gaze fell on the drop of blood sealed in his palm by Logos.

He raised his remaining palm again.

The crazy smile appeared on the face of the Blood Demon Lord again.

"I can die, but the future of the Sarkaz cannot!"

The Blood of Tikaz sensed the call of its master and trembled wildly in Logos' palm, causing Logos' face to change slightly.

The Blood Demon Lord's face, which was already as pale as paper, became even paler, and the blood in his body continued to boil as if it was burning.

He will ignite his soul, ignite his life, and turn into the final strength to send away the blood of Tikaz!

Logos noticed that the drop of blood in his palm was trembling more violently, and there was a tendency for it to tear through the void and escape. He hurriedly drew more runes to try to resist.

Mudstone and Amiya also sensed something was wrong.

Amiya rushed to Logos and fought with him in the final battle against Lord Blood Demon.

Mudstone clenched the hammer in his hand, with determination in his eyes, raised the hammer high and smashed it towards the Blood Demon Lord.

The hammer fell, and the Blood Demon Lord raised his other arm to try to block it, but it was easily broken.

The hammer hit the Blood Demon Lord's chest irresistibly, but only a small amount of blood splattered.

"You should come for my head..."

The Blood Demon Lord, who had already burned most of the blood in his body, smiled victoriously.

Mudstone thought to himself that something was wrong and looked back, just in time to see the Blood of Tikaz break free from the restraints of the two Logos and transform into a red meteor and disappear into the void.

The three of them fell silent, looking at the Blood Demon Lord whose aura was irreversibly heading towards fading away.

Amiya and the other two felt regretful for not being able to keep the blood of Tikaz, but they could not feel any resentment towards the Sarkaz lord who was dying before them.

The concepts and positions of both sides are destined to not coexist, and the Blood Demon Lord is just carrying out his own ideals.

Logos slowly walked up to the Blood Demon Lord and took out an exquisite bone whistle.

The royal court of the death knell decided to deliver a final tragic song for the dying people before them.

The Blood Demon Lord looked quietly at the young man in front of him with his dim one eye.

The bone whistle gently landed on the banshee's blood-stained lips.

But the sad song of the death knell did not sound. Instead, there was a sound of wings flapping in the air descending over everyone's heads.

Green birds came to the battlefield.

After a brief moment of surprise, Logos, Amiya and others immediately realized who Asuka was who could appear in such a place.

The bird landed on the ground and transformed back into the shapeshifter's original appearance.

Everyone once again showed a vigilant look and looked at the shapeshifter nervously.

"Please don't do anything. We are here to choose our own roles." The shapeshifter smiled and looked around the room. "A doctor who saves lives may be suitable for this moment."

The clothes he was wearing gradually changed, eventually becoming the uniform of a medical operator of Rhodes Island.

Amidst everyone's puzzled gazes, the Shapeshifter came before Kal'tsit and stared at Windermere, who was already dying in her arms.

The wound on the chest no longer bleeds, and the heart, which was supposed to symbolize the source of life, had long been crushed by the Blood Demon Lord.

Even Kal'tsit couldn't save Windermere from such injuries on the battlefield.

"Your Excellency the Duke, we saw your daughter on the way here."

The shapeshifter crouched down slowly.

Windermere's already somewhat dilated pupils seemed to be stimulated and shrank slightly.

Kal'tsit narrowed her eyes slightly, using her eyes to stop Logos and others, allowing the shapeshifter to talk to Windermere.

To be precise, it was the shapeshifter who unilaterally initiated the dialogue with Windermere.

Windermere no longer had the energy to speak.

"Your Excellency can rest assured." The shapeshifter said softly, "She is with Her Highness Vina's lost companions, as well as the remaining people from Rhodes Island who failed to gather, and the two Sarkaz who are good at healing others.

The pardoner who had cut off her past and overcome her inner demons protected your daughter very well."

Windermere's lips moved twice, without making any sound, but a relaxed look appeared on his face.

She seemed to have completely unloaded the last burden, and her pupils began to dilate again.

"...Hmm." The shapeshifter scratched his head and asked Kal'tsit, "Don't doctors need to take care of patients before saving them? Am I wrong?"

"Generally speaking, what you are doing is called hospice care in this world." Kal'tsit replied with a wooden face.

"But we are here to rescue people."

"Then please hurry up, sir."

Facing Kal'tsit's urging, the shapeshifter remained calm and said, "This is a deal. This treatment requires one life for another."

"We promise you."

Without waiting for anyone to answer, the Doctor, who had been trying his best to lower his presence behind Kal'tsit, took the initiative to speak.

He ignored Windermere's weak look of resistance, walked up to the shapeshifter and said seriously:

“I know very well that when you appeared here, the death of Lord Blood Demon was avoided.

Even so, you are still willing to save the Duke of Windermere's life, for which I am grateful."

"Did Qi Yan say anything to you?" asked the shapeshifter.

This time the Doctor fell silent.

He just looked down at Windermere, into his eyes that were once again filled with regret and resistance.

The Doctor knew clearly that if possible, Windermere would not let such a terrifying opponent as the Blood Lord live. She would rather exchange her own life for this great victory for Victoria.

But because of the Doctor's promise, the Shapeshifter had already placed his hand on Windermere's wrist.

The green fluid slowly covered Windermere's arm, analyzing the other party's information.

Then the appearance of the shapeshifter gradually changed, and so did his aura. In just a few breaths, another Windermere wearing the uniform of a Rhodes Island medical operator appeared on the land.

This 'Windermere' calmly raised his hand, stabbed his own chest, and slowly pulled out a fully beating heart.

"This should be enough for Dr. Kal'tsit to help her hold on until she can get adequate treatment conditions."

'Windermere' placed his heart into Windermere's chest, while controlling his own power to merge with the other's body.

After doing this, the Shapeshifter cuts itself off from the Heart.

"One life for one."

The shapeshifter whispered, "May our individual lives accompany you on your journey. You have won once again. This is a great victory for you."

Windermere felt the pulse of life coming from his body, and his eyes were filled with extremely complicated emotions.

The shapeshifter stood up and walked towards the Bloodlord.

Logos held the bone whistle and looked at him silently, seeming a little conflicted.

In this situation, he felt that he had a good chance of stopping the shapeshifter from taking away the blood demon.

"It's useless, young succubus."

The shapeshifter saw what Logos was thinking and said calmly, "Before coming here, we have already set up an altar for the blood demon. Even if you try to stop us, we can still take him away. All we need to do is touch a drop of his blood."

Logos sighed softly, put away his bone whistle and stepped aside.

The shapeshifter successfully arrived in front of the Blood Demon Lord without any obstacles. Looking at the embarrassed guy in front of him, the shapeshifter smiled.

The stone was held between the Transformer's fingers and thrown accurately onto the Blood Demon Lord's forehead.

Blood Demon Lord: “…”

"We are here to save you." The Shapeshifter said with a smile, "But you are already extremely weak, so I found a good place for you to recuperate. Now I only need to charge you three times the admission fee. How about that?"

Blood Demon Lord: “…………”

He suddenly felt that it would not be a bad thing for him to die like this.

But in the end, thinking of the Sarkaz's unresolved hatred, the Blood Demon Lord gritted his teeth and forced himself to sit up.

Since he could still survive, he couldn't stop here.

The Shapeshifter just watched the Blood Demon Lord struggle without any intention of helping. Instead, he leaned over and whispered a devilish word into the Blood Demon Lord's ear:

"In addition to the admission fee, we have one small request."

"...What request?" The Blood Demon Lord had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Call us daddy."

"..."

The Blood Demon Lord lay back straight on the ground, his one eye dim and lifeless.

He now has only one wish.

This wish cannot be fulfilled. Even if he dies, he will not be able to rest in peace, and he will not even be able to return to the embrace of all souls.

With this overwhelming obsession, the Blood Demon Lord twisted his head with difficulty and spoke to Logos not far away:

"After I die, you don't have to play a dirge for me, but I ask you to leave a note on my tombstone...

Transformers and dogs, brackets, syllables, back brackets, don’t come near!!!”