"He killed someone! He killed someone!"

In the living room, several women immediately screamed.

Although more people were surprised and had a little fear in their eyes, they started to retreat in time and were generally calm.

The nobles in this world are essentially extraordinary nobles. Almost all have extraordinary powers, have experienced killings to some extent, and have blood on their hands. Naturally, they will not be easily frightened.

Rather than fear, they were surprised and confused.

"Baron Ackermann, what are you doing? Are you crazy?!"

Only then did Count Maclay speak out in anger.

While questioning Ren, he stepped back and quietly pressed the thumb of his right hand on the two onyx rings on his index and middle fingers.

Although he wears luxurious clothes, looks smart, and even dyes his white hair black, the wrinkles and age spots on his face prove that he is very old.

Count Maclay is just a master-level transcendent. He is said to live for about 180 years. In fact, it is normal to live less than ten or twenty years.

At 159 years old, he was already dying.

The silver light in Ren's eyes flashed, and he could see that there was a strange and active vitality and dark force surging in the other party's old body, supporting his aging body.

This is the reason why he is still old-hearted and often invites some ladies and ladies to hold parties at his home.

"What a depravity."

Ren shook his head and sighed, "Afraid of death, he sucked the blood of the demon to maintain his life. He often even secretly performed evil blood sacrifices in an attempt to transform himself into a demon marquis... Haha, I didn't know that the queen knew about her father's transformation.

How do you feel when this happens?"

These words stunned the nobles and celebrities present, and they all stepped back and looked at Count Maclay with suspicion and even vigilance.

Old age, death, demon blood, blood sacrifice...

When these words are combined, it is easy for people to think of many nobles in history who became depraved and crazy because they wanted to extend their lives in their later years.

If you are bitten by a demon, you will only be injured and bleed, but you cannot become a demon as a result.

Only source blood can transform humans into demons.

Origin blood: Essence blood that contains part of the original soul power of the demon. It is a product of the joint efforts of blood essence and soul power.

In addition, demons and ghosts below the fifth level do not have physical bodies, so they do not have source blood.

Source blood is very important to demons.

As long as one drop of source blood is missing, a demon will become weak and exhausted, his strength will decrease, and his lifespan will even be shortened.

If a few drops are missing, the demon may go into shock and become comatose, his rank may drop, or he may even die suddenly on the spot.

Demons sometimes use source blood to seduce and infiltrate humans, but the scale is very small.

Although this strategy is sharp, it is too large for them to bear.

For this demon, a drop of source blood is missing, which means that the origin of the soul is missing, and the power of the bloodline is weakened, making it difficult to improve his lifelong strength.

Even a dark prince, or even a dark lord, would find it difficult to get his subordinates to contribute blood, because this is more hateful than the hatred of killing one's father or taking away one's wife.

It is tantamount to ruining other people's futures, depleting other people's strength, and shortening other people's life spans...

If you don't want all of your subordinates to run away, even the big bosses in the demon camp don't dare to use this kind of infiltration and alienation tactics casually.

There is also the issue of success rate. The more powerful a human being is, the more difficult it is to be transformed.

"I don't know what you are talking about. Shao Xue is a slanderer. What evidence do you have..." After hearing Ren's words, a trace of panic flashed in Earl Macrae's eyes, but his face became more and more angry, and he kept reprimanding loudly, which was quite harsh.

With a calm look on his face, Ren asked, "I'm very curious as to which big shot of the Demon Tribe is this. After all, it's not easy to get your subordinates to contribute blood.

You are an ordinary fourth-level person. To transform you into a demon descendant, you need at least seven or eight drops of the source blood of the veteran Demon Marquis or even the Demon Duke."

Even if a Dark Marquis can be made to "self-sacrifice", there will only be four or five drops of source blood at most.

If they are shared, at least four demon marquises will fall into a weak state, their strength will decline, and they will be unable to progress throughout their lives.

Success rate is also an issue.

According to Ren's observation, Earl Macrae had absorbed some three or four drops of source blood before he had some rejection reactions.

Therefore, he has not been able to completely transform into a demon.

If you continue to perform blood sacrifices and perform various evil rituals to successfully absorb the source blood, there is still a risk of death from explosion or the collapse of flesh and blood cells.

He is too old, and his final success rate is at most half.

But facing the imminence of death, even a half success rate was enough for the old man to take the risk.

After all, if you don't try, you will die of old age. If you succeed, you can live for at least another six to seven hundred years.

As for human nature, the honor and status of human nobles... haha.

Ren held the cross sword in his hand and said: "I will capture you without any effort. For the sake of Queen Katie, you should have a chance to spend the rest of your life in prison."

"I don't know what you are talking about. You say I have fallen. Do you have any evidence?"

Count Maclay stared at him fiercely, gently rubbed the agate ring on his index and middle finger with his thumb, and asked loudly.

The ladies and ladies present retreated while staring at the confrontation between Rennes and Count Maclay in the field, with doubts in their eyes.

Ren tilted his neck and said impatiently: "I want your sister's evidence. We will search the secret room of the manor later and we will have everything."

Blood sacrifices and some evil rituals require a venue, which is within the manor.

"Nonsense, Baron Ackermann, if you slander me, I will go to the noble court of the royal capital..." Count Maclay kept angrily scolding.

Just when everyone thought that the two men would continue to confront each other, a ruthless look flashed in Count Maclay's eyes.

Click!

When he pressed the thumb of his right hand, the two red agate rings on his index finger and middle finger shattered, and the magic energy (essentially a variant of the Force) instantly gathered into shape and turned into two green lasers that shot towards Ren!

Some hazy green light beams are as beautiful as blue clouds, but they contain terrible destructive power, and the air along the way is annihilated silently!

"No, it's a dissociation beam! Get out of the way." Director Jones, who was behind, was shocked.

Dissociation is one of the most powerful attack skills that a fourth-level mage can master and use.

After hitting the target, its flesh and blood can be dissolved, and its effect on the building will also produce a material disintegration effect.

Even a temple-level, thick-skinned berserker will die if he takes even one shot.

If a lower-level saint who takes the professional route (the path of the domain) has no defense, he will be seriously injured by the dissociation spell.

Saints who follow the path of totem (casting a holy body) can withstand this kind of attack with their physical body.

However, on top of the dissociation technique, there are also powerful advanced skills such as "Great Dissociation Technique", "Multiple Dissociation Technique", and "Space Dissociation Technique", but these can only be mastered by fifth-level legendary mage.

In everyone's opinion, Baron Ackermann, who was at the peak of the fourth level, would probably die if he was caught off guard and received two dissociation spells.

However……

Whoosh!

Ren didn't dodge, and with one claw of his hand, he caught two hazy blue dissociation rays in his palm.

The powerful star force in his palm distorted the space, forming a vague ball shape, and two dissociation rays kept spinning inside, but could not get out.

"Gulu!"xN

The nobles and celebrities on the edge of the living room, as well as Director Jones and the deacons behind Lane, all swallowed their saliva.

"you……"

Count Maclay's sinister smile froze on his face, his expression stagnant.

Bang!

When Ren held his hand, the space vibrated with an explosion sound, and the two dissociated blue lights trapped in his palm were immediately annihilated.

He looked at the ugly Count Maclay across from him and sneered:

"Do you think I didn't see your little tricks? If you still have any skills and trump cards, show them immediately. If it's too late, you won't have the chance to perform."

Macree gritted his teeth, with some fear in his eyes.

Fortunately, just now, he had retrieved the staff placed by the wall. It was a translucent red crystal staff decorated with gold stripes, which was luxurious and beautiful.

As he retreated, he recited a spell. Several different lights of green, yellow and red shone around him, and powerful spell energy condensed and arranged in the air, forming a defensive barrier.

The plot failed and he seemed to want to escape without a fight.

Of course, when he escaped, he did not forget to smash an agate ring on his left hand. With a bang, a blue-white freezing ray flew towards Renn, and the air along the way produced icy frost flowers!

boom!

With a flick of Ren's finger, a bit of cold light shot through the air, and the sword energy penetrated the freezing ray and shattered it into ice shards like thunder and lightning!

puff!

Moreover, this cold light instantly shattered the five defensive spells on Count Markley's body, shattered the red crystal scepter, and shattered his right arm and the lower half of his body. Blood and pieces of flesh flew everywhere for a while!

"ah!!"

Count Maclay covered the bloody cut on his right shoulder, fell to the ground in a panic, and screamed.
To be continued...