Chapter 71 Bloodthirsty Shura

Locke flapped his wings and followed. In order not to be found, he kept a distance from the luminous object. Soon, the luminous object disappeared.

What's going on? It is obviously not far from the top of the head. Is it lost? Locke was annoyed. He spread his wings and flew high and landed on the highest mountain stone. Stand high and look far. Locke bowed his head and looked around. He saw that it was a huge silver-gray object. It is about 100 meters in diameter and is stopping at the foot of the mountain, which seems to be a wheat field. Locke was very strange and thought to himself: Why doesn't it shine?

Locke dived down. Just as he dived down, a sound of flapping his wings went far away, which he was very familiar with, that is, attacking those creatures that were both human and beasts last night.

A faint fragrance penetrated into his nostrils, which was too familiar to Locke. Is it him? What is he doing here? Locke has an ominous feeling. He hurried over and appeared next to the silver-gray object.

The metal door is open. Locke flew in. The vast space is shining, with a wide crystal screen with jumping characters, silver-gray seats, and various glittering ammonium buttons... It is a bit similar to what you see in the sun palace, but there is no one in it.

Locke followed the taste into the wheat field. Finally, he saw a small piece of ice blue, which was the corner of his clothes blown by the wind in the mountains. Locke rushed over and saw the man lying in the wheat field, who was indeed Shura.

Locke hurriedly picked up Shura, and he found that Shura was unconscious. There was a hole in Shura's neck, and golden blood was flowing out of the hole, and his face was extremely white.

"Oh, my God!" Locke exclaimed, "That creature is what Xuelie called a vampire!" Locke was almost stunned. He heard Xue Lie say with his own ears that the blood-sucked guides and horses had turned into fleshless skins.

"Why are you doing here if you don't stay in Pocedia?" Locke almost cried out.

What should I do? Locke was about to die of urgency. He turned his head and found something in Shura's hand, which showed a red corner, which was the blood jade.

"Are you looking for me? But I'm late." Locke was regretful and thought: If he had followed closely, maybe the tragedy would not have happened.

Try it, maybe it can be saved. Locke hurriedly sat down cross-legged, wrapped his left hand around Shura's waist, put his head in his arms, and then carried magic. Soon, a halo enveloped them. At this time, the bright moon was overhead, and the moonlight like water poured down and just shone on them. The lotus flower in Locke's body bloomed. With the stretching of the petals, the energy of the mountains and rivers drove the surrounding energy, and together with the snowy moonlight, poured into their bodies.

The little flower mandala appeared again. He saw a beautiful teenager in his master's arms, and his face was shining gold.

"He is so beautiful. He looks like a god!" Xiaohuajing said to herself. He sat on the stone and supported his chin with two fat little hands. Looking at it infatuation, he actually forgot to practice.

For a long time, Locke put away his magic until the blood no longer flowed and the blood hole on Shura's neck disappeared. Fine sweat has oozed from his forehead, because too much magic has been lost.

" Shura! Shura!" Locke called eagerly, but Shura hadn't woken up yet. Locke probed his nose. There is breathing, but why don't you wake up? Locke is dying of urgency. He hurriedly picked up Shura and jumped into the "magnetic levitation air chariot".

He put Shura down in the seat. Is it not magic enough? He was about to cast the spell again when he suddenly saw Shura's eyelashes flash.

"Wake up! Wake up!" Locke shook Shura's shoulder and called eagerly.

"I'm thirsty... thirsty... I'm so thirsty!" Shura finally opened his eyes.

Locke is overjoyed. He glanced around and didn't find a kettle or anything. Finally, he found a cup on a silver-gray table and a bottle of purple **.

is wine! As soon as Locke raised his hand, the bottle of wine flew into his hand. He didn't have time to take the glass, so he directly pointed the mouth of the bottle at Shura's mouth.

"Bang" and "Wang" Shura raised his arm and swept over. In Locke's shocked eyes, the bottle of wine fell to the silver-gray floor and fell to pieces. Purple ** flowed all over the ground.

"I'm thirsty... thirsty... I'm so thirsty!" Shura is still shouting.

"What's wrong with you? There is no water here. Isn't this your favorite wine? Locke looked at Shura in surprise, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong with Shura.

Sure enough, the originally water-blue eyes were covered with a layer of red blood. Shura's eyes are constantly changing color, suddenly water blue, and sometimes blood red. He grabbed Locke's arm tightly, stared at his changing eyes, and shouted, "I'm thirsty... thirsty... I'm so thirsty!"

Locke was scared and said in a trembling voice, "Wait, wait, I'll find water for you." He remembered that there was a lake nearby, so he flew out and jumped out.

When Locke filled the water with his helmet and jumped into the door, he was stunned. Shura was rolling on the floor, scratching his chest fiercely with his hand, suddenly tearing his hair, and then pinching his throat, still shouting: "Thirry... thirsty... I'm so thirsty!"

Locke hurriedly picked up Shura, holding his head in one hand and a helmet in the other. He put his helmet close to Shura's lips and wanted him to drink water.

"I'm thirsty... thirsty... I'm so thirsty!" While shouting, Shura suddenly raised his arm and swept over. He was so strong that Locke didn't have time to stop it.

With a "bang", the silver helmet was buckled to the floor, and there was not a drop of water left inside. Locke stood there in a daze, completely dumbfounded.

"If you don't drink wine or water, what on earth are you going to drink?" Locke was at a loss.

Sura still tore his hair fiercely, a large wisp of long black hair has fallen off the floor, and the snow-white shirt has been torn, revealing the textured chest muscles. But he was still scratching his chest with his hand. Soon, he left scratches on his nails on his snow-white skin and oozed golden blood beads.

"Quick stop! Are you crazy? You will kill yourself!" Locke is anxious.

No, we have to let him sleep. Locke stretched out his hand and brushed it on Shura's forehead. He had carried out magic. For ordinary human beings, his brush would immediately make people unconscious, but now, this move doesn't work. Shura is no longer an ordinary human.

Locke suddenly understood that he must have injected too much magic into him when he stopped the bleeding. No wonder he was so powerful! What should I do? Only use "blood soul beads" to have a try.

So, what is "blood soul beads"? This is a spell that only the king of the demon clan has the ability to cast. When Locke was very young, Qi'ao had already taught him. The method is to take out your own blood and then apply magic to condense the blood into beads, which are called "blood soul beads." Blood soul beads can be put into a person's mouth, which can make people fall into a state of fake death and also bring the dead back to life. However, there are two prerequisites to resurrect the dead. First, the person has just died and the soul has not gone far. Before entering the underworld, it will be called back by the "blood soul beads"; second, the body of the dead person must be complete.

Locke pulled out the sword around his waist and scratched his wrist. A stream of red blood gushed out.

"Wow!" A sharp pain spread all over his body, and Locke's eyes widened. Shura has jumped up, and he is sucking the blood on Locke's wrist with his mouth.

Does he want to drink blood? Locke suddenly understood that Shura was poisoned and he suffered from anemia.

Drink it, as long as you don't torture yourself anymore. Locke gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and let Shura drink his blood. He was thinking: He is so big that he won't be sucked away by him.

Finally, when Locke felt that his eyes were black, Shura stopped drinking blood, and the red blood in his eyes faded, revealing water blue again. Shura woke up. However, Locke collapsed on the floor and his wrist was still bleeding.

"Rock, it's really you!" When Shura saw Locke, he first looked surprised, and then screamed, "My God! Why did you do this? I don't blame you!" He saw the silver sword on the floor, with blood stains on it, and he also saw Locke's wrist, which was still bleeding.

With a "wish", Shura tore off the ice-blue corner and hurriedly wrapped up Locke.

"I...m fine." Locke staggered to his feet. Shura helped him into a silver-gray swivel chair.

Locke closed his eyes, rested for a while, and then opened his eyes again. He saw Shura's anxious and concerned look.

"Why are you so stupid? It's not your fault, but you shouldn't hurt yourself!" Shura looked sad.

"I... hurt myself?" Locke looked at his wrist and the sword on the floor. He understood that Shura misunderstood and thought he was going to commit suicide. "Isn't it all because of you? Do you know? You were attacked by a vampire and got phemia. You were just sucking my blood!" Depending on the situation, Shura still doesn't know what happened to him.

"Ah! What are you talking about? Shura screamed and fell to the floor. He stared with frightened eyes and shouted in his mouth, "How could this happen? How could this happen? I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

"If you don't believe it, you have to believe it. Look, you almost killed yourself."

Shura bowed his head and saw his appearance. He looked quite embarrassed, his shirt was ragged, his chest had traces of nails scratched, and blood had oozed out.

"Ah! No, no! I don't want to become a bloodthirsty devil!" Shura screamed and tore his hair again.

"Alas! At this point, there is nothing I can do. I'm afraid we can't drink wine together in the future. I guess your drink will be blood from now on.

"Oh, my God, kill me! I don't want to be human or ghostly." Shura screamed and went to grab the silver sword on the floor.

"Don't torture yourself anymore. In order to save you, my blood is almost dry. Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about me. You can't let my blood flow in vain, can you?" Locke teased, and then he smiled, "For good, my blood is not in vain. You have finally come back to life, and I am worthy of Atlantis."

"Atlantis, yes, I still have Atlantis, the Atlantis I worked hard to build, I must keep it." Shura muttered and finally stopped his crazy movements. After simply tidying up his clothes, he sat back in the rotating chair.

"Why don't you stay in Bosedia and come here?"

"How did you escape from Pharaoh Mecca?"

"Me? Humph, can Pharaoh Makah also catch me? It was Xue Lie who was taken away.

"So that's it, I see. Unexpectedly, I was fooled by Pharaoh Mecca. What a cunning Mecca!"

"Answer me! You haven't said why you came to such a place and almost lost your life. What about the chief bodyguard? Why didn't he come with you? Locke's overwhelming momentum will always make Shura compromise involuntarily.

Shura muttered: "Because... because the 'command locator' fell into the hands of Pharaoh Mecca. After that, I lost contact with you until last night, when I received a signal from the 'crystal machine crossbow' from the main control center, and I guessed that it might be you, so I came here. As for the chief bodyguard, he has another task.

"So that's it, but why did our biochemical soldiers lose their combat effectiveness?"

Shura's face changed, and then said, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. Because of the threat of Pharaoh Maga, I thought that you and the biochemical soldiers had fallen into the hands of Maga, so... so I turned off the crystal circuit, and the biochemical soldiers could not emit crystal beams."

It was not until then that Locke fully understood, and he shouted, "Do you know? Originally, I caught Prince Arthur and wanted to exchange him for the two brothers and sisters, but because of your soldiers who lost their combat effectiveness, Prince Arthur ran away. Also, now that there are less than 80,000 biochemical soldiers left, how can you let me deal with millions of Aryans?

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! Originally, I planned to put the 'genetically modified engineering biochemical soldier' into production, but as you know, the technical data of the 'genetically modified engineering' has been stolen by the Aryans. We now have 500 'magnetic levitation air chariots' except for human soldiers. I... I can't replenish your strength. Shura looked at Locke pitifully, his eyes full of pain, regret and self-reproach. As soon as he saw that look, Locke's heart had another pain for no reason.

"Forget it, it's not all your fault. Even if I'm left alone, I will save their two brothers and sisters." Locke waved his hand and turned his head. He was afraid to see Shura's look.

"Save, of course! Don't worry, I'll go back and turn on the crystal circuit immediately. By tomorrow morning at the latest, the biochemical soldiers can recover their combat effectiveness. Shura said hurriedly.