689 Bloodline Imprint

According to the records in the notes deciphered by Gatsby, if the fusion completed on the bloodline altar can reach a perfect state, then the fusion person will be able to obtain the racial talent possessed by the stumped creature during his lifetime.

And a slightly worse fusion can make the recipient of the fusion have a bloodline imprint, and have several opportunities to display the racial talent of the stumped creature.

But now that he has opened his mouth to explain, Gatsby, who is a fanatical scholar, no longer conceals these relevant data and experimental conclusions, and narrates them clearly as if showing off.

For hundreds of years, Gatsby has completed more than 600 blood fusions on this bloodline altar. Except for more than 100 failures caused by the wrong use of the bloodline altar in the early stage, Gatsby used other creatures In the case of the residual limb used as a fusion, although his success rate is not high and there is no perfect fusion result, but when he succeeds, it can really make the recipient of the fusion have a bloodline imprint, and failure will at most cause fusion The short-term weakness of the patient will not leave serious sequelae.

And this kind of bloodline imprint that appears on the body of the fusion is generally only a sign that appears when a wizard with racial talent strips this racial talent and bestows it on other creatures. A special case of its strength technique.

In other words, if a wizard who has reached the dawn level strips off his own racial talent and bestows it on an apprentice wizard, then after the apprentice wizard activates the blood imprint, he can cast the wizard at the dawn level to release it. The innate spell, and its strength is also the water layer of the Dawn level wizard!

However, it is basically inoperable for a wizard with racial talent to strip his talent, because stripping the talent is equivalent to extracting the talent from the wizard's soul. this part of memory. The degree of its cruelty and pain is beyond imagination, and it does not mean that if you have racial talent, you can simply strip it off if you want to strip it from yourself. It is even more difficult than the promotion of a wizard.

Therefore, although it is said that ancient wizards once created a secret method that can forcibly strip away the natural abilities possessed by wizards with racial talents, this secret method has always existed only in legends, and there have been no successful cases. There is no supporting information, so until now this is still regarded as a legend, and no one will believe it.

But Gatsby became more and more excited as he talked, his face flushed as if he was in a daze, and he became a little incoherent. Every time the star demon's severed arm approached Lei Meng, the silver-white light would make him dance with excitement and couldn't help himself.

But Lei Meng, who was standing next to him, felt more and more absurd the more he listened.

There is not a single successful case of perfect fusion, and Gatsby's only examples of successful fusion are nothing more than giving a certain characteristic of a certain kind of monster to another low-level monster. Therefore, in Raymond's understanding, this kind of fusion is only similar to the grafting of plants, and it is impossible to verify the effectiveness of the blood altar in front of him!

So in the end, only Gatsby was left to praise his research results endlessly. But Raymond, whose head was full of black lines, was extremely helpless.

Fortunately, Gatsby finally discovered Raymond's silence. And as if guessing what he wanted to express, he immediately dragged Raymond out of the room in a rage, turned left and right in the passageway of his experimental area, and finally brought him to a place like a breeding ground. field-like place.

Demon Lizard, Tarantula, Snow Wolf, Piranha, Thunder Bamboo...

These magical beasts and magical plants with racial talent immediately fell silent after Gatsby's arrival. Those who could move curled up and hid in the corner of the cage, and those magical plants trembled with trembling branches and curled leaves, looking like they were terrified to die.

Gatsby, with a livid face as if he had been insulted, grabbed Raymond by the neck and walked around in front of all the cages. Finally, a furious roar was issued. "Now I see how you question the old man! All the creatures here have been successfully fused on the bloodline altar, and each of them has a bloodline imprint that the original species did not have!"

But when he rushed out of the bloodline altar room, the furious Gatsby had already spread his coercive pressure field, so Raymond, who was grabbed by his neck, was not only unable to speak, even his breathing became tense. It's extremely difficult.

Seeing that Raymond's face turned blue, Gatsby, who had just reacted, immediately held back his breath, let out a snort before throwing Raymond down, and casually pulled out a fist-sized tarantula from the cage beside him. , turned its belly up and sent it to Raymond's eyes.

Lei Meng was no stranger to the tarantula that existed in multiple planes. Although he had never seen the tarantula in the nightmare world, the abdomen of the one in front of him was obviously different from what he remembered.

Retrieving the video of the tarantula recorded in the chip, Lei Meng immediately discovered the abnormality of the abdomen of this tarantula.

The abdomen of ordinary tarantulas is white without any patterns, but the abdomen of this one in front of it is blue, and there are four yellow stripes that seem to be naturally formed.

He raised his head in doubt, and before Raymond could ask Gatsby, he snorted coldly. After throwing the tarantula back into the cage, he pointed at the cage with contempt and shouted in a vicious voice. "How to make a tarantula fearful and attack, you should!"

Seeing that Gatsby was on the verge of eruption, Raymond, who didn't want to provoke him, nodded immediately, followed by a ray of flames from his fingertips, and slowly entered the tarantula's cage, swaying by its side to threaten it .

The tarantula, which is naturally afraid of fire, immediately hissed, quickly retreated to the corner of the cage, and waved its two forelimbs to make a threatening gesture, but the slowly approaching flames quickly made it lose its grip. control.

The spider silk jetting out from the tail melted in the flames, and the pitch-black venom spit out from the mouthparts turned into mist in the flames and rose up.

But the flames that were still approaching slowly made the hissing sound of the tarantula become more urgent, and then a white light flashed in the mouthparts of the tarantula, and then a thunderbolt hit the flame , although still not able to make the flame disappear, Lei Meng, who was extremely surprised, had already interrupted the control of the flame, making the magic flame disappear immediately.

But Gatsby, who stood aside and witnessed everything, laughed proudly. Behind him, he grabbed the tarantula hiding in the corner of the cage, turned it over, and exposed its abdomen in front of Raymond again.

Without Gatsby's explanation, Raymond had already seen the change. One yellow stripe on the original blue belly was missing, and the other three stripes also became dim.

"Did you see that? This tarantula is fused with the blood of a Thunder Beast, so it can cast Thunder Beast's talent, Lightning Light. There were still four bloodline imprints just now, but after casting it once, there is one less stripe on its abdomen!"

The tarantula that was placed in front of Lei Meng was dying, but after Lei Meng checked it in his hand, he found that it had only consumed a lot of physical strength, and the thunder that surpassed its own strength just now did not cause damage to its body abnormal.

"Gatsby, you use a Thunder Beast with the strength of a third-level wizard apprentice as a fusion object, and let this tarantula, which is not even a monster, be fused?" Lei Meng felt a little confused in his thoughts, and muttered in astonishment. Talking to himself, he expressed his guess. "Could it be that the strength of the person to be fused must be lower than that of the person whose talent has been stripped, so that the bloodline imprint can appear?"

Gatsby, who laughed again, carefully put the tarantula in Raymond's hand back into the cage, and then roared triumphantly. "Boy! It seems that you have already understood the role that the bloodline altar can play, so now you can honestly cooperate with the old man to use the bloodline altar to fuse the severed arm of the star demon to you!"

"No hurry! No hurry! I still need to think about this matter..."

But before Raymond finished speaking, Gatsby, who was already furious, reached out and grabbed Raymond's collar, turned around and rushed outside, roaring furiously. "What a fart! There are so many troubles there, hurry up and prepare with me!" (To be continued...)