C7 Bloody Evil Demon

"Evil, the devil, the devil, so what? To me, it's a compliment!"

- - - 'Demon Laws'.

As soon as the soul force entered Marquez's divine core, Clot felt a sharp cry. The cries contained an aura of grief. Clot could feel Marquez's remaining soul begging for mercy.

Humph, I will spare you all. I have the face to face my parents.

In an instant, overwhelming soul power surged into Marquez's divine core. If it was Marquez at his peak, Clot's soul power would be nothing to him. However, after more than five years of death, Marquez's remaining soul was less than a thousandth of his original soul. Naturally, he would not be able to fight back against Clot.

Very quickly, Marquez's remaining soul was killed by Clot.

Next, Clot controlled his soul power to separate a strand and then implant it into Marquez's divine core. Although it was only a strand, it was fine as long as he could obey orders. A barbarian puppet never needed the ability to think.

A trace of soul separation. Although the pain was still unbearable, it didn't cause much damage to the main body. Clot, who had undergone two modifications of the Mysterious Heavenly Mirror, was sweating profusely from the pain, but he was still able to endure it.

Cold sweat flowed down his back. It was not easy for him to implant that trace of soul force into the divine core. Clot was already panting heavily. He finally realized that it was impossible to refine a barbarian warrior puppet at once. At least, he didn't even have the strength to inject the dark power into the net divine core.

The pain of his soul was unimaginable to ordinary people.

After resting for a while, he looked at the sky. It was already getting dark. Clot decided to go back first. When he passed by a small forest, he also hunted a small beast. This was his dinner today. After Metcalf died, Lovas would bring food to Clot in the beginning. However, as Clot grew up, he didn't want to keep receiving favors from others. Therefore, he would hunt some small animals every time.

Walking at the entrance of the village, the night had already fallen. Clot was walking when he saw Lovas rushing over with big and small bags on his back. Looking at his hurried expression, it seemed like something had happened.

"Big Brother Lovas, where are you going?"

"Ah, it's you, Clot. It's good that I said goodbye to you. "I'm going to leave the village for a few months. I'll come back as soon as I can," Clot said. Lovas said anxiously.

Clot frowned and asked, "Brother Lovas, what happened?"

Lovas sighed and said, "I went to the town market this morning and heard that we are going to recruit soldiers in Linxi Village this year. All the young men in the village above fifteen years old have left. I have to go out and hide."

"Recruiting soldiers? Why haven't there been any in the past? " Clot asked.

Lovas said regretfully, I don't know where those soldiers heard the news that there is a rank 2 barbarian in our village, so this year we are going to recruit soldiers in our village. " The other villages in this generation are also implicated. "

Over the past few years, Lovas had become a rank 2 barbarian.

So that's how it is. Clot understood in his heart. A village where a Second Grade Barbarian stayed meant that this village had a better foundation.

"Alright, Clot, take care of yourself. I will leave first."

Clot didn't care much when he saw Lovas's hurried back. Fifteen years old. He was only thirteen now. He carried the little beast back to the wooden house Metcalf had left for him.

Due to his soul force not recovering well, Clot specially let him take a break this night and had a good night's sleep. The next morning, he came to Black Wind Cliff again early in the morning and injected dark power into Marquez's divine core.

Marquez's divine core used dense dark power to begin with. This was something that the Fierce Beast's essence core could not compare with. Clot injected the dark energy into the divine core. It immediately fused with the dark energy inside the divine core. Upon discovering this, Clot was overjoyed. This proved that the dark energy he needed to inject into the divine core was greatly reduced. Although he was a genius, he had only reached the Barbarian Master level after all. In the world of Berserkers, a Berserker was only an Intermediate Level. Only by reaching the Barbarian level could one be considered a true expert.

The dark energy was continuously injected into Marquez's divine core, merging with the original dark energy. The soul energy that Clot kept in his divine core could easily control the dark energy. This was the effect of the soul brand.

Although the divine core had dark power long ago, it was still quite huge. However, the level of the divine core was too high. Clot was already mentally prepared for this, but he still couldn't help but be shocked.

Ever since he heard Lovas's introduction of the Fierce Beast and the Barbarian Warrior puppet, Clot would run over to the village chief of Carmott whenever he had the time. Carmott opened a school at the village entrance. Every week, he would find a time to teach the children in the village some knowledge about barbarians.

Clot also learned from there that Lovas was not exaggerating about how difficult it was to make barbarian warrior puppets. Instead, he was a little humble. The most important thing for a puppet was undoubtedly the essence core. It was also closely related to the grade of the essence core. Even though the grade of the refined core indicated the future achievements of the barbarian puppet, it also increased the refining of the barbarian puppet at the same time.

If one wanted to use a high-grade essence core to refine a barbarian warrior puppet, then the energy injected into the essence core must at least have half the strength of the Fierce Beast. In other words, If your essence core is a level nine Fierce Beast, then you must at least reach the strength of a barbarian general. Otherwise, you wouldn't even be able to refine the most basic form. And if you wanted the Berserker Puppet to reach Tier 9, then you had to also reach Tier 9. It is also the ultimate Holy Barbarian corresponding to a barbarian.

Without a doubt, the six-winged dark angel was much stronger than the ninth grade Fierce Beast. If Clot wanted to use Marquez's divine core to create a puppet of a barbarian warrior, he was afraid that he would have to reach more than ten levels. I don't know how long it's going to take. But Marquez's divine core still had the pure dark power that the Fierce Beast's essence core did not have. Clot did not need to reach a harsh half of his strength. However, it would take him a long time to reach this level. Clot had no idea how long it would take for him to reach this level.

If he continued injecting the dark energy, Clot could only give it his all.

He had completely given up on understanding the light energy. He used all his soul energy to cultivate the dark energy. Through the Mysterious Heavenly Mirror, he quickly absorbed the dark energy around the Black Wind Cliff and entered the dark nebula. Then, he used the dark nebula to reach Marquez's divine core. It was the same as the dark power in the air entering Marquez's divine core through Clot's middle ring.

From morning until evening, Clot did not stop. However, all the dark energy entering Marquez's divine core was like mud entering the deep sea. Clot could not help but sigh.

However, Clot had a feeling that Marquez's divine core was almost half full of dark energy. Perhaps it would be completed in a few more days. Clot decided to pay his respects to his own temple first. Originally, Clot wouldn't feel hungry. However, ever since he started using the power of nature, Clot needed to eat as much as an ordinary person. Of course, Eat it now, and let the power of the soul rest. After all, controlling the dark power to enter Marquez's divine core was quite tiring.

Then, he continued to cultivate at night.

The dark energy at night was much denser than during the day. Especially around the Black Wind Cliff.

Speaking of the Black Wind Cliff, Clot had been here for almost six years. Every day he heard the roars of beasts from the bottom of the cliff, he suspected that there was another world that ordinary people didn't know about. Clot decided that as long as he had enough strength, he would go to the bottom of the cliff to take a look.

Clot thought as he walked.

Suddenly, he frowned. What was going on?

At this time, the village was supposed to be relatively quiet. All the families were preparing dinner. But at this time, it was unusually noisy, as if there were children crying and crying for help.

"That's not right!"

Clot subconsciously felt that it was not that simple. He could not help but quicken his pace and run towards the village. The closer he got to Linxi Village, the louder the noise became. There seemed to be shouts.

When Clot arrived at the entrance of the village, he happened to see that scene. The village chief, who had taught him a lot of knowledge about barbarians, was tied up and thrown to the ground. A few armored soldiers' certificates punched and kicked him. And in the surroundings, Around him were the villagers who were crying non-stop. All of them had familiar faces. At this moment, they were filled with helplessness. The villagers were blocked by one side while the other side was a panicking child.

The older ones were thirteen or fourteen years old, while the younger ones were not even eight years old.

The bruises on their faces and the blood at the corner of their mouths made Clot's eyes turn red.

"Stop!" Clot roared.

The sound was loud. The soldiers, including the crying villagers, were shocked. The general who was pacing back and forth on his horse obviously did not expect Clot to suddenly appear, and he was so arrogant.

"Who are you? Don't meddle in other people's business." A soldier stepped forward and shouted.

"F * ck you." Clot did not waste any more time and threw a punch at the soldier. Without using any element power, Clot's terrifying power broke the soldier's nose and bones. He flew out and hit the horse riding general hard.

This time, he actually dared to hit a soldier. All the soldiers did not need at least a general's order. More than 60 soldiers waved their weapons and slashed at Clot.

Clot was not afraid at all. He snorted coldly and clenched his fists. He waved at Clot like a gust of wind. No one could withstand a single punch from a soldier. Clot grabbed the white blade with his bare hands and held a long blade in his hand. Then, he walked in and out of the crowd like a murderer.

Clot's technique was not good, and he was even unfamiliar with it. However, his strength was boundless. He used his brute force to make the soldiers fall to the east and west. They all fell to the ground and cried out in pain.

No one could stop him.

These people were just ordinary soldiers. They did not even have a First Grade Barbarian. Clot used his strong physical strength to kill more than 60 soldiers.

He killed them one by one.