After the Full-Level Boss Entered the Infinite Game By Mistake

Chapter 19.3 - Affectionate Blood Clan

There was a sudden muffled sound from the cage next to him. Bai Lixin was attracted by the sound, and he looked over. A pale-faced player was banging his body against the cage in a frenzy. His eyes were disoriented, as if he was being controlled.

Bai Lixin pondered.

He remembered that this player had been trembling with fear from the beginning and, thinking back to how the six players had behaved earlier, Bai Lixin immediately had a bold guess.

Fear! Fear was the condition for Mr. Mo to unleash his speech control.

The more fearful a person was, the easier it was to control them.

Compared to the stability of control using the eyes, speech control had a wider range, but was not stable enough. In addition, it also required fear as a precondition.

Bai Lixin looked at the Bloods not far away. Most of their eyes were not on the players fighting in the hall, but on Mr. Mo. There was a mixture of admiration and trepidation in their eyes.

Was the control of the more easily frightened humans being used to set an example in order to control the other Bloods?

So in this copy, humans were food, playthings, props, waste, but not beings who enjoyed freedom!

The murderous intent suddenly came out, and it was viciously suppressed the next second.

Mr. Mo glanced at Bai Lixin, who immediately looked down and avoided Mr. Mo’s gaze.

Time passed, and only when the last person in the hall was also lying in a pool of blood did this game of who was superior come to an end.

[Ding! Player death X5, 30 players remaining.]

Mr. Mo’s tone was very regretful, “It’s a pity that you all didn’t choose the right one, so it seems that I won this time. Then all this high-quality food will belong to me tonight, and I will have to condemn you all to eating these scraps on the floor.”

One by one, the glamorous Bloods immediately transformed into hideous demons and rushed towards the players still bleeding warm blood on the ground, fearing that they would be snatched up by the other Bloods if they were a second late.

Seeing the wretched appearance of the Bloods, Mr. Mo pulled at his pale, handsome face and smiled strangely.

Amidst a crowd of wolfishly gobbling Bloods, Mr. Mo slowly walked to the remaining 29 cages with his cane.

“Let me see which delicacy I should enjoy tonight.”

Bai Lixin kept his head down, but he could feel a pair of cold, malicious eyes looking at him.

The footsteps and a cane tapping on the ground drew closer, and the light in front of Bai Lixin was completely blocked by a huge shadow.

Mr. Mo’s triumphantly cruel, sharp voice rang out, “Congratulations, you’re it tonight.”

Bai Lixin: “….”

Congratulations my ass, shouldn’t this be said to you?

Out of 29, you intended to choose 1, which is equal to choosing 1 out of 1, that is some damn good luck.

The cage was opened and Mr. Mo’s fingers came in, aiming for the collar around Bai Lixin’s neck.

Bai Lixin kept his head down the whole time, but the three phrases from before were rolling rapidly through his mind.

Faith, Despair, Repentance, the Silence of all things, and the Holy…

Did those three phrases have anything to do with Mr. Mo’s name, or did they have some other meaning? Or was it only the phrase “When all things are silent, the Holy will come” from the book in Lady Rose’s room that was really relevant?

His eyes scanned the ground. The short sword “Glasses” had used was not far from his cage. He was sure he could get it and drive it into Mr. Mo’s chest, but it was useless without knowing his origin name.

What to do now? Resign himself to having his blood sucked out?

Or just take a gamble with any name with the most likely chance?

If it was right, it was good, but if it wasn’t, it would spook the snake, and it would be hard to find another chance to sneak up on Mr. Mo.

The long sharp nails had touched Bai Lixin’s collar, just shy of plunging into it and dragging him out of the cage!

Just as the fingertips were about to close around the collar, an overwhelming pressure suddenly came from above the hall.

The doomsday-like pressure was tinged with fury, searing everything like lava. In the blink of an eye, the entirety of the vast hall was swept away by the oppressive pressure.

The Bloods who were already mad with food, withdrew their sharp fangs and rolled all over the floor in terror.

The guards had already fallen to their knees, their once iron-like backs bent with the force of the pressure, and they lay prostrate on the ground with their heads buried deep in their arms.

All the Bloods fell to their knees. Even the untouchable Mr. Mo fell into a trance for a few moments, and he dropped heavily to one knee.

Mr. Mo’s face paled, and his neck braced his head to look up the hall.

Loud bangs rang out above the hall, and the glass windows shattered. The crystal lamps shook strongly for a few moments before breaking into countless pieces and falling from above with loud cracks.

Under the dark sky, a blond man in a white evening gown fluttered his huge wings and hung in the air.

His blood-red eyes coldly stared down, his handsome, sharp face now dark with anger.

He was like the king of the stars, overlooking all beings and standing above all!

The suppression of the bloodline made all the Bloods wail in pain. Those with stronger capabilities could still hold on, while those who were weaker were already rolling on the ground.

Mr. Mo looked up at the man in the sky with horror, his eyes full of disbelief.

“Which Lord are you…?”

Dijia flapped his wings, slowly landed on the ground, and sat firmly on the throne.

His blood-red eyes faintly looked around, and they met Bai Lixin’s in the air for a moment.

Bai Lixin’s heart thumped.

Dijia spoke slowly, “Fourth generation Bloods, don’t you have a stone statue of me enshrined outside, and you are asking who I am?”

All the Bloods raised their heads in shock. Even those who were rolling all over the ground earlier stopped moving.

They looked up in horror at the handsome man sitting on the high seat. They felt an overwhelming pressure from the suppression of bloodlines that they had never felt before, and only had awe and fear left in their hearts.

In fact, they had almost guessed who the other man was the moment he appeared. Such a powerful force was something that none of the Second generation Bloods had ever possessed. The awe passed down through generations was embedded in their bloodline, allowing them to identify their ancestor at a glance.

But guessing was guessing; hearing the other side’s affirmative answer was the real shock.

The True Ancestor only appeared in the memories of the Second generation of Bloods, and after giving them names, the True Ancestor fell into a deep sleep.

The True Ancestor was the ancestor of their Blood Clan and their faith.

They built stone statue after stone statue to enshrine their great ancestor based on the Second Blood’s description.

The Bloods could live a long life and had abilities beyond those of humans, but it did not mean eternal life.

The maximum lifespan of a Blood is only three hundred years.

But after a thousand years, the Lord True Ancestor, who only appeared in legends, was still so young and so handsome!

Was this the True Ancestor? The ancestor of their Blood race, a great being who could transform humans into Bloods simply by giving them a name!

A constant pressure was spilling out from the tall, handsome man above them. It made them feel as if they were standing in a vent and the unbridled wind was spilling out and blowing them to pieces.

The Count’s son, who was closest to the throne, had long since fainted from fear.

The only one still able to converse properly was Mr. Mo. “Great Lord True Ancestor, you have come to your subordinate, but I am terrified that I have not welcomed you properly.”

Dijia placed his hands on the armrests of the throne at his sides and said, “I did not inform you in advance, so you need not be panicked. Since this is a dinner party, I can join you, can’t I? Where were we?”

Mr. Mo swallowed, “Everyone is dining, and I have just chosen my food.”

“Oh?” Dijia tapped his fingers twice on the armrest, “Let me see what delicacies you have picked out.”

Mr. Mo paused and gestured his hand in the direction of the cage, pointing to Bai Lixin, “That’s the food.”

Dijia stood up and walked over to the cage. His beautiful blood-red eyes swept over Bai Lixin’s neck. Without saying a word, he pulled Bai Lixin out of the cage and fiercely sniffed his neck like a rogue, “It is indeed superb, and I like it a lot.”

Bai Lixin: “……”

This play is a bit too hard-core, brother.

“Since the True Ancestor likes it,” Mr. Mo fell to one knee. His body trembled twice before he suppressed it. “It is this subordinate’s honor, this food will be given to Lord True Ancestor, please also enjoy it.”

With a strong encirclement, Dijia had his arm around Bai Lixin’s entire waist.

Dijia’s eyes dimmed slightly and his voice grew colder and more solemn, “Are you asking me to join this group of beasts in the hall, do you want to spoil my food?”

Mr. Mo bowed his head and said, “Of course not! I will arrange a room for Lord True Ancestor! My lord, please follow me!”

A few minutes later, the door behind him was slowly closed, and Dijia pinned Bai Lixin to the bed. His eyes were blazing as he sniffed hard at the uncontrollable fragrance of Bai Lixin’s neck.

He didn’t know why, but Bai Lixin was like he was covered in honey tonight, making him want to drown in it.

The sweet scent was stronger than ever, pouring out like a flood of water after the floodgates were opened.

The darkness in Dijia’s eyes was like a tidal wave, and with a hook of his fingertips, he picked the collar open and finally found the reason why Bai Lixin was so fragrant tonight.

It was behind the collar.

Bai Lixin was accidentally cut when Mr. Mo quickly withdrew his hand because of Dijia’s sudden appearance earlier.

A small bead of blood had spilled out from the wound like a beautiful blood gem.

Dijia’s blood-red eyes stared intently at the blood bead, the brilliant red color like the most tempting poppy on a dinner plate, and he couldn’t move his eyes off it.

The skin was no longer there to act as a barrier, and the smell of Bai Lixin’s blood was so unabashedly exposed to him.

His sanity disappeared!