Blood Of Bahamut Ds の小説・ストーリー

The process was complex and dangerous, requiring a deep understanding of the dark magic involved. But Harrion was nothing if not meticulous. He spent years perfecting the ritual, testing the amulet’s power, and refining the drug. Finally, after countless trials, he succeeded. The Bloodstone Amulet may not be whole, only a fragment, a small part of the whole, whose other pieces were scattered around the lands and seas, its surface glowed with a faint red light, its power pulsing. With the amulet around his neck, Harrion could feel the connection it created between him and the puppets that would soon fall under his control.

From a certain point of view, in Samuel's perception, the boiling blood of the evil dragon naturally looked several times stronger than the power from the heart of the Dragon Tribe. "The Demonic Blood is boiling!" Samuel suddenly became ferocious. The muscles in his hand, which was holding the Water God Halberd, suddenly collapsed and black veins stood out. "Get up!" With an angry roar, he suddenly turned the halberd in his hand! "What?" Ao Shi's hand, which was holding the halberd, suddenly felt a huge force. This force could be called a strange force. Even if he held the halberd in time, he still could not control it!

I then took out the portion, then examined it. I took if close to my nostrils and my eyes widened in horror at the realization. “Dramon, Burns is pure evil.” “What did he do?” “The portion is made of Red Morpium, a rare plant used to forcefully kill babies in the womb.” “What! He plans to kill his own child!”

"Alpha death. Luna blood. Mass sacrifice. I have everything I need." The platform was soaked with blood from the fallen warriors. Death magic hung heavy in the air. Arlene smashed the vials. Damoew's stasis-blood poured out, mixing with the fresh death. Dark magic erupted. Darker than before. Stronger. The ground beneath the platform cracked open. And from below, ancient power answered. The Lycan Vault was opening.

It was soaked in a liquid that shone like liquid silver in the moonlight. Dragon blood. Quad-hybrid blood. Samantha picked it up, her entire body vibrating with a frequency that made the nearby stones hum. A low, guttural sound escaped her throat the roar of a mother dragon whose hatchling had been harmed, the snarl of a wolf whose cub was bleeding, and the high, piercing screech of a High Priestess declaring a blood-feud. “He’s right there,” she whispered, pointing toward a cave mouth hidden behind a shimmering waterfall of frozen magic. “I can hear her heartbeat. It’s slowing down, Dom. It’s stuttering!”

If that were the case, then why was she working on one with me? “No, we’ve been working on a serum using dhampir blood,” Amy said as a smile spread across her face. “You see, dhampir blood is special.” “What are you talking about?” I asked, confused. “What do you want with my baby’s blood? You’re a dhampir! Use your own blood!” “You see, I have been using my own blood and now I’m tired of being my own guinea pig.” She had said that in the car. “What exactly does that mean?”

Tears streamed down her face, and she couldn’t contain her sobs, at the sight of Thor lying bloodied on the floor. “I won’t hurt Nick,” he hissed. “He’s the brother of the devil, and I’m sure my actions will please both him and his brother.” “Drago doesn’t care about you,” he whispered menacingly in her ear, “You will be my sacrifice to him, you will see,” Madchen stilled herself for a moment.What the hell was he talking about, the devil. He had lost his everloving mind, she ascertained, and she was to be the target of Jason’s maniacal fantasies.

Hair stood straight at the back of his neck. [~Diabolical-Manticore Killed~] [Gained Saturation Points +15 ] [ Gained Water-based Affinity ] "Meh… No Soul-Armas!" He pondered as he read the notification, "Well, Not like i expected that from a baby beast! Nevertheless, 15 points is still a tremendous leap for me!"

Behind her, Ipek and Pelin’s bodies fell to the ground with a sickening thud as she inhaled the final threads of their light. The chamber pulsed crimson as the blood moon reached its zenith. Bahar lifted her arms, her body swaying in a serpentine dance. Her hair shimmered blonde, her beauty twisting into something inhuman as the moonlight drenched her. She twirled once, laughing, basking in the red glow. Aziz’s roar cut short as Pazuzu slammed him down again, claws raking deep across his chest. Blood darkened the dust beneath him. His body twitched, then stilled.