Nightmare Light

Chapter 291 Blood Clone
The apostles descended to the ground.

He glanced somewhat gloomily at the mosquitoes around him.

Carrying an adult on its back for an extended period of time caused irreversible damage to these mosquitoes.

Ultimately, these mosquitoes are just mutated large insects. After being forced to do an excessive amount of work, each of them has some injuries.

These mosquitoes are almost completely incapable of performing their tasks.

In his perception, the mosquitoes at the Lushan Villa had been mostly killed.

Those damned ants!
Damn northerners!

Damn big brain!

Where did that big brain of his come from...?

After muttering another thought to himself, the apostle walked toward the dam with a gloomy face.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly looked puzzled, as if he had overlooked something.

The apostle stopped and gradually frowned.

After thinking for a few seconds, he let out a cold laugh.

The apostle stopped heading towards the reservoir and instead turned into a ravine, into a depression.

After walking for another seven or eight minutes in that depression, a very hidden cave appeared in the far distance at the end of the apostle's gaze.

The apostle sensed the contents of the cave and confirmed that everything inside was intact.

Then, he took a deep breath and, without hesitation, plunged the blood-stained blade into his own neck.

*Pfft!* A massive amount of blood gushed out, and the apostle's body deflated rapidly like a punctured balloon before falling to the ground.

A few seconds later, all that remained on the ground was a tattered black and red robe.

Meanwhile, in that hidden cave, a metal box was violently overturned, and amidst the gushing blood, a pale-skinned, naked man crawled out, panting heavily.

The man fell to the side of the box with a thud, panting and coughing for a while before slowly getting up.

He has the exact same face as the apostle.

The man's expression was extremely gloomy, yet somewhat distressed, as he looked at the small amount of blood remaining in the metal box.

After thinking for a while, he closed the box again, then pulled a new black and red robe from the side and put it on.

After that, he walked out of the cave and ran quickly toward the dam.

"Now, all the marks those bastards left on me will definitely be gone... Hmph, they made me lose a precious clone... I will get my revenge... with the blood of those Northerners!" The apostle ran with a furious and ferocious expression, and the white flames in his eyes flickered eerily.

……

"Are these the mosquitoes?" Tian Taozi asked curiously as she approached Lin Wang.

In a conference room on Lushan Mountain, Lin Wang placed his "spoils of war" on the table—in the previous defensive battle, almost 90% of the nearly endless mosquitoes in the sky had been shot down by his white fire—and in order to preserve the samples, Lin Wang deliberately froze some of them into ice cubes.

"These are the mosquitoes that guy who called himself an apostle used to bomb the Deer Mountain Villa," Lin Wang said.

He then tossed a block of ice onto the table: "These are the words we used before, the ones for sneaking in and sucking blood."

"That's a really good word to use, how did you come up with it?" Tian Taozi muttered, picking at the ice on the table. "It looks different."

The two ice balls on the table were crystal clear, so people could clearly see the details inside—the mosquitoes that appeared during the air raid were also huge, but their black bodies, huge needle-like mouthparts, and even the hairs on their legs were visible to the naked eye.

"Ew...this thing looks so ugly now that it's gotten bigger," Tian Taozi muttered.

“It was ugly when it was small,” Jiang Shanjun said, then pointed to the transparent one next to it, “Why are these two mosquitoes different?”

Cang hovered above the table, extending two tentacles that adhered to the surface of an ice block. A faint blue light flickered on the tentacles: "These two types of mosquitoes... are essentially the same mutated insect." "The same type?" Jiang Shanjun asked.

"Yes, the Blood Cult must have used some kind of technology to breed and transform ordinary mosquitoes into these giant mosquitoes to help them suck and steal blood—because the Blood Cult needs a lot of blood no matter what it does, and these mosquitoes can suck blood, fly, and reproduce in huge numbers—perfectly meeting their needs."

He nudged the ice block beside him with his tentacles, revealing the almost completely transparent mosquito inside: "And this one is an advanced version of these mosquitoes."

He extended another tentacle, which opened into a ball of light above the transparent ice block. Within the light, numerous runes and engraved patterns instantly appeared.

“Look, this mosquito has clearly undergone a very complex ritual transformation. The Blood Cult specially modified a batch of these mosquitoes to carry out some more secretive missions.”

Cang waved his tentacle, rolling up a chunk of ice and waving it in front of his head: "Going to such lengths to modify mosquitoes... these guys have big ambitions, they want to do big things!"

As He spoke, He suddenly paused, brought the ice cube close to His face, His two big eyes widened, and He stared intently at His own reflection in the ice, exclaiming, "Wow, I look so good like this!"

"..."

Lin Wang's face twitched. "Your aesthetic sense is completely warped to another universe!"

Just then, in his perception, the white flame suddenly trembled.

Lin Wang smiled and stood up: "That guy has taken the bait—he's on his way to the lair."

Two female sheriffs and several security guards from Lushan began inspecting the weapons.

Lin Wang looked at them and said, "Are you sure you want to go? Among the Blood Cult, the weakest are all lay masters."

Jiang Shanjun said calmly, "This is the duty of the Public Security Bureau—and I am also a lay teacher."

"How could I possibly miss out on something as exciting as a fight... Ouch, boss, you hit me on the head again!"

The bald-headed security guard from Lushan grinned at Lin Wang: "Brother, you're doing Lushan a favor. Lushan people aren't used to owing favors... We've already spoken to the boss, and he'll send a squadron of brothers to work with you."

Lin Wang nodded: "In that case, let's set off."

……

The apostle entered the dam.

He walked through the narrow, cold, and damp passageway and entered the room where the blood pool was located once again.

Inside the room, the Blood Bishop still held the Book of Infinity, his gaze fixed on it, while in his other hand, a ball of blood essence floated in the air.

“Apostle, it seems you have failed miserably again…” The Blood Bishop waved his hand, and a ball of blood flew up from the pool of blood, flew to the apostle, and turned into a scarlet ribbon that was tied around the apostle’s neck.

The apostle lowered his head, his whole body trembling slightly: "Those Deer Mountain people have set up an ambush, Your Excellency."

“Only truly pathetic losers make excuses for their failures,” the Blood Bishop said. “Apostle, the blood purification begins in two days. Are you planning to humiliate me?”

"Please, Lord Protagonist, give me some more blood mosquitoes! I will definitely, definitely complete the mission!"

"So, not only did you not bring back any blood, you also lost many precious blood mosquitoes, is that right?"

Those damned bugs can easily hatch into thousands upon thousands!

The apostle cursed inwardly, but outwardly he dared not show the slightest disrespect, instead lowering his head even further: "Your Excellency, please give me another chance!"

The Blood Bishop raised a hand, and a giant mosquito landed silently on the back of her hand, its wings fluttering.

"The opportunity... will naturally be given to you, but we need to talk about the rules, don't we?"

The apostle gritted his teeth: "After this, I am willing to hand over half of my monthly blood quota to you!"

The Blood Bishop's lips curled into a smile: "Since that's the case... then I'll... what sound!"

(End of this chapter)