The blood mist passed by like a tide, and the mercenary team suddenly decreased by half.

Thirty-one mercenaries fell down, their armor was all intact, but the inside disappeared without a trace. No one knew how they died, as if they were called by the Lord and their lives came to an end. And behind their corpses, the rolling blood mist became heavier, and the smell of blood in the air was like substance.

"Ah...I can't defend!"

"He can penetrate our protective layer!"

"Damn, my attack is invalid for him. He has no entity!"

"There is no projection in the sub-space. Is his body in anti-space??"

"What is that!? What is that the hell!??"

The mercenaries were exclaimed in his ears, but the old man didn't even frown and still looked at the other person silently. Through the rich blood color, he vaguely saw a figure gathering.

Unlike the blur before, the figure in the blood mist became clearer at this moment. The dead old man could even see his hair and nails. Especially the pair of blood-red eyes, like the evil ghost in hell, full of violence and cruelty. Even he felt a palpitation.

With a wave of his right hand, the dead old man signaled his subordinates to retreat, then raised his head and snorted coldly. "Who are you?"

There was no answer, and there was only the whimpering sound of blood mist rolling in the silent cave. But the mysterious but cold feeling of thought was slowly flowing.

"So sweet... so full of flesh and blood... I feel... life..."

“More…I want more…”

"Give me your flesh and blood... soul..."

"Give it all to me!"

Um?

The old man's heart was thunderous. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the blood mist boiling again, pressing down on himself like a tsunami. The old man could only wave his right hand in his eyes in the lightning.

"The desire of the seven sins..."

The sound stopped abruptly. Because just as the blood mist passed by, the old man suddenly felt his arm lightening and he actually lost his sense of his right hand. When the blood mist appeared behind him, only his right hand was shriveled skin and bones. All the blood and flesh disappeared in the moment the blood mist passed by.

"This...is this?" The old man looked at his dry right hand, unable to believe his eyes.

Too fast... It's really too fast... Just one meeting, his flesh and blood were swept away by the blood mist. What kind of existence is this? What makes the dead old man shudder the most is that he doesn't know how the other party did it. The whole process is like a nightmare!

However, the star rank is stellar rank. Even if it encounters such a strange situation, the old man still did not panic. He just gritted his teeth and waved his left hand violently.

A sword light flashed, and his shriveled right hand flew away from his arm. Then the dead old man let out a muffled groan.

"The desire of the seven sins, the desire of power!"

"Come out!"

In silence, an invisible force suddenly descended and gathered around the blood mist. The powerful force squeezed in the void, instantly compressing the blood mist into a small ball like a physical body. Because of the conflict of power, the void where the blood mist was located was twisted. Everything became strange. The next moment, a crisp sound was heard, and the space where the blood mist was located was broken like a mirror, revealing the real existence behind it.

In the open space of the cave, a man surrounded by a bloody breath was standing quietly. His hair was drooping, and his face was completely unaware, but he had bloody eyes.

"You...you are..." The old man's face suddenly changed and his voice trembled.

Of course, he would not be unable to see the other person as clearly as ordinary people, but the more he could see, the more he felt a biting chill in his heart.

Because. This man who was soaked in blood all over his body was a person he was familiar with!!

Pluto!!

Dirk!!!

This violent man, who was emitting a bleeding breath every minute of his body, was actually the previous Pluto Dirk??

If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, the dead old man wouldn't believe it anyway.

Because the difference in temperament between the two is too big. Although Pluto Dirk is powerful, he is never cruel. He is like a never-stop Styx, flowing silently in the vicissitudes of time and time. He is cold and arrogant, like a god in the dark. He disdained to attack the weak, because in his opinion, even the death he gave must be qualified to bear it. It is the pride from the soul and the self-esteem of the real strong.

But this person was completely different. Although he stood there quietly, every inch of his skin and every cell in his body was making a scream of death. It was like countless unjust souls entangled around him, and blood mist was spreading around him. Every minute and every second was emitting a violent and bloodthirsty aura, just as if he would pounce on him at the next moment and tear everyone apart.

Compared with the god-like Purit Dirk, he is better like a beast from ancient hell. Every pore on his body is spraying with a violent smell.

This...how is this possible?

The old man looked at the other person blankly, feeling his breathing becoming more rapid. He opened his mouth and heard his voice as if it was coming from outside the Nine Netherworlds.

"You're...Dirk?"

The man opposite suddenly looked up and a violent red light shot out from his eyes. At that moment, the dead old man almost thought that there was a demon in front of him.

"Dirk?" In the dark, a feeling of thought was flowing, violent and dangerous. "What a... stupid name."

"You..." The old man was stunned, and he would not have received such an answer. But if he was not Dirk, why would he look exactly the same as Dirk?

Of course, the dead old man would not know that in the distant past, the Crodirs were once a tragic race, because in addition to their identity as slaves, they also had a special disease called bloodthirst. This is a terrible demon hidden deep in the genes of every Crodir. When they fight to a certain extent, they will appear and turn them into sanity madmen. The Crodirs paid a great price for this, and tens of thousands of outstanding warriors died, which made civilization stop for nearly a hundred years.

Although Rea finally solved this problem, he actually adopted the method of temporarily sealing bloodthirsty, which did not mean that bloodthirsty disappeared from the Crodillians.

And in Crodill's history, there is only one person who has not taken this approach. He is Pluto!

He took another way to completely eliminate the danger of haemothyemia. However, the method he took was not replicable because it required a special condition. That is schizophrenia.

That is... the second personality.

Normal Pluto is arrogant and elegant because he is rational and perfect.

But when he could not suppress his second personality, he appeared another face.

To be precise, at this time he is no longer Pluto, but another terrible existence. If he has to express it in words, he can be called... Death.

Bang!!

A muffled sound suddenly sounded in the cave, and then the dead old man found that Dirk had disappeared. Then a powerful hand grabbed his face and pressed his head into the ground.

With a loud bang, a huge pit appeared in the cave immediately. Dirk's blood-red eyes shone brightly in the smoke and dust. He let out a low roar like a beast in his mouth.

"Flesh...soul..."
Chapter completed!