“So, are you all ready? This will be very interesting,” the Saint said with a smile, and with a pop, the cork of the first of ten bottles of blood brew automatically popped open.
“The first bottle, Blood of Evil Souls. It took me a hundred years to collect the souls and blood of 999 heinous villains to brew this bottle of blood brew.”
The God’s collection was completely different from the blood brought by the others last time.
When the cork was opened, Xia De actually heard wails and curses coming from inside the bottle.
“So blood brew isn’t just blood; it also has souls.”
“Of course, if it were merely the blood and souls of sinners, that would be too uninteresting.
Therefore, in the last year, I found a young girl with the purest soul, fell in love with her as a mortal, and then killed her on our wedding night, pouring her blood and soul into the blood brew.”
Xia De and the armored old man’s expressions subtly changed; the other party was indeed an evil god.
“The final soul is an excellent catalyst, a wonderful catalyst, endowing this bottle of blood brew with an extraordinary flavor.
So, would anyone like to drink with me?”
He looked at the mortals at the table.
Although the ingredients of this wine didn't sound poisonous, “souls” in mysticism are infectious.
Drinking such a large quantity of blood brew made from tortured souls would surely lead to contamination unless one’s own soul was strong enough.
This was basic Knowledge about souls in mysticism, and both Xia De and the Witch knew it, so they both shook their heads immediately.
Although Xia De’s soul contained a drop of divinity, he was not sure if he could withstand the power of blood wine personally brewed by a God.
Seeing Xia De and the Witch refuse at the same time, the old man and the twin girls also wisely shook their heads.
“What a pity.
If a mortal were to drink this bottle of wine, they could directly increase the power of their own soul,” the Saint said regretfully.
The wine bottle automatically poured a shallow bottom of liquid into His wine glass.
After a slight swirl, the Saint drank it all in one gulp.
“Unexpected guest, do you not pursue power?”
“I just hope to do so through other means,” Xia De replied very cautiously.
A strange smile appeared on the Saint’s face, revealing His pointed teeth slightly.
“Very well, then the second bottle.
This one is very interesting; I call it ‘Wine of blasphemy.’
It contains the blood and souls of Vampires who blasphemed against me and were traitors.
Because blasphemers will never disappear, the ingredients in this wine have grown more and more, and the flavor has become richer and richer.
By now, I cannot even use a simple number to tell you how many blasphemous souls are in here.
So, would anyone like to drink with me?”
This wine sounded even more terrifying than the last one.
Xia De and the Witch still shook their heads immediately, followed by the old man and the twin girls, who also refused.
“You are truly uninteresting.
If you had chosen to drink that wine just now, it could have directly transformed any of you into a higher Vampire race.
This is power within easy reach, yet none of you even noticed it.”
Power always comes with a price, especially unearned power.
His kind of temptation was useless to Xia De, the Witch, and the armored old man, but the twin girls seemed somewhat moved.
However, the girl in the white dress, as the older sister, still very rationally continued to shake her head, choosing to refuse this wine.
“The third bottle, Wine of Elements.
Earth, Fire, Water, Air, and Aether.
In the distant past, I captured five powerful elemental lifeforms and took their blood to brew this wine.
Would anyone like to try it?”
He looked directly at the Witch at the table, who hesitated for a moment.
“Oh God, I am willing to drink this wine with you.”
She became the first person at this wine party to choose to drink with the God.
“So, does anyone else want to try it?”
He looked at Xia De again.
Xia De asked in his mind, “If I drink this blood brew, what will happen?”
“Only when you make contact can you get the answer.”
He hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
“I also want to try it.”
This kind of blood brew, clearly not acceptable to ordinary people, was naturally refused by the armored old man.
Although the twin girls had the potential to become Witches, they were not Witches yet.
After a moment of hesitation, they also chose to refuse.
So, this time, the wine bottle poured half a glass of liquid into each of the three wine glasses.
The blood brew of elemental life was also bright red, but that red contained some rainbow-like hues.
The clusters of pointed teeth hanging from the crystal lamp swayed above the long table.
In this gradually blood-red hall, the God held a goblet, sipping wine and looking at Xia De and the Witch.
The Witch seemed to have been prepared, and without waiting for Xia De to pick up his glass, she directly drank the wine in front of her.
The next second, her body expanded at a visible speed, as if about to explode.
But as the Witch chanted, the energy with nowhere to vent was guided by her towards her long hair.
Excessive spirit, or rather, Aether or Mana, caused her hair to grow rapidly until the waterfall-like long hair piled up into a small mountain behind her before stopping.
“The Witch’s Hair Growth Spell,” she said to Xia De.
Xia De nodded, picked up his glass, and took a small sip, tilting his head as if listening to something.
Then, to the astonished gazes of the other four, a giant brass ring appeared amidst the sound of a whistle and a bell.
Four-colored spiritual light pierced through the steam mist, illuminating all directions.
Xia De also drank the liquid in the wine glass in his hand.
As the cold, fishy, alcoholic liquid slid down his throat, a massive amount of spirit, almost making him cry out in pain, surged into his body and soul all at once.
The danger after drinking this wine actually lay in how not to be burst by the immense amount of spirit or Aether within it.
Ordinary spells and Miracles, or the Witch’s power, were not enough to quickly consume this spirit, and the growth spell the Witch used just now should be that kind of special spell.
Fortunately, Xia De also possessed the power to consume a massive amount of spirit at once.
As he put down the wine glass with a thud, the girl in the white dress at the table had already extended her right hand, catching the snowflakes falling from the sky.
“It’s snowing?”
The Mystic Lock unfolded, pulling one end of the long table where everyone was into the snowy street.
But whether due to the Saint’s presence or the influence of the eerie Night Manor, they still sat at the long table, and the long table ran through both the Mystic Lock and the Manor, as if two spaces were forcibly stitched together.
However, being in the Mystic Lock greatly weakened the influence brought by the Saint.
At least the remaining four people could now look around.
The armored old man looked up at the starry sky with a nostalgic expression; the twin girls looked at the falling snow in surprise, as if recalling something; only the Witch looked at Xia De, hesitating for a moment.
“A Mystic Lock?”
“Yes.”
It seemed that the special ability of “Mystic Lock” also existed within the Witch’s power system.
“I remember the last time I sat at a table on this street was playing cards with that captain.
I actually used Mystic Lock twice in half an hour,” Xia De thought to himself.
As the spirit in his body quickly maintained the Miracle through his Destiny Ring, his right hand twisted in the air, as if pulling a burning match from the air.
“My first wish, I…”
He hesitated for a moment, then corrected himself.
“Our resistance to toxins increases.”
He suddenly blew out the matchstick in front of him, and tiny sparks flew towards everyone.
The Witch looked even more surprised, while the white-haired old man touched his body in astonishment.
The girls looked at Xia De at this moment, also not expecting him to do this.
This was, of course, not a permanent enhancement but a state that would be consumed.
Xia De had originally intended to use the four wishes of the little match girl to increase his own antitoxic properties, but in the end, he still felt pity.
After all, when facing a God, even with the power of a Mystic Lock, the difference between a full share and a quarter share was not significant.
“My second wish.”
Then he pulled out the second burning match.
“Our mental resistance increases.”
Then the third match.
“We can linger longer in a dying state.”
Finally, the fourth match.
Xia De consumed all the spirit brought by that bottle of blood wine, as well as all the spirit recovered after entering Night Manor, here.
“Our luck becomes very good.”
The starry sky overhead dissipated, and the snowy street faded away around them like a discolored oil painting.
Only the last few snowflakes swayed down from above, landing in the twin girls’ palms, then melting.
“You refused the blood of sinners I offered, and then you showed me your compassion.
Does this mean you are trying to tell me that you are kind?” the God asked.
“Sorry, I don’t think I meant that.”
The God smiled.
“Very well, next is the fourth type of blood.
You see, this is truly interesting, isn’t it?”
