What kind of divination am I doing?

"That's quite a generous gesture. I didn't expect that some adventurers would know forbidden techniques," the black cat explained.

"Is it the kind of forbidden dark magic I understand, like Avada Kedavra from Harry Potter?" Lu Qiao realized.

Monica nodded: "More or less. This evil god ritual can also be considered a forbidden technique. Generally, forbidden techniques consume irreversible resources in exchange for powerful effects, such as blood, lifespan, and rare and precious materials..."

Looking at the massive, blood-red magic circle below, Lu Qiao could tell from the naked eye that this move was ridiculously powerful.

The black cat sighed, "If this attack doesn't kill them, these people probably won't be able to escape. You're thinking of letting them run, but they're probably thinking of taking everyone down with them."

Lu Qiao understood after listening; the perspective was different. This group of people had been summoned by their world's king, monarch, or leader through a "red event" to solve a problem.

Therefore, in their eyes, retreat was not an option; only death in battle was possible. Thus, using blood to unleash such powerful abilities was a desperate measure for them.

The entire blood-red magic circle took shape in the air, and the blood solidified into a tangible form on the magic circle.

As you can see, the entire magic circle is a thick pool of blood.

Blood began to drip from the magic circle, forming a rain of blood.

From drizzle to light rain, and then to torrential downpour.

But the blood didn't fall to the ground; instead, it was gathered together within the magic circle and among the crowd.

The blood of sixty adventurers and eight or nine hundred alien soldiers coalesced into a blood sphere.

The giant race, once again, became the main force in this blood sacrifice.

Lu Qiao didn't know how much each alien race had to bear to create such a large blood sphere.

On one side is a dead man's dumpling with SAN value plummeting, and on the other side is a massive forbidden blood magic.

It's really hard to tell who's righteous and who's evil at first glance.

But just as the black cat said, this move is the final killing blow.

The dead bodies in the air drew closer and closer, and the demi-humans had already stormed into both ends of the main road.

Ninety percent of the adventurers and mages were releasing their blood, leaving less than ten percent to stop the demi-humans, and they could no longer take turns.

The Dead Man's Dumpling was thirty meters away from the adventurers and alien soldiers, and half of its body was about to approach the main road.

The next second, the blood sphere shot out towards the core of the dead man's dumpling!

It was a pillar of blood shooting into the sky, like a laser beam, hurtling towards the dead man's dumpling.

The column of blood scattered upon contact with the corpse, splashing and staining everything it touched.

When blood splatters onto the dead man's dumpling, any demi-human that comes into contact with the blood will immediately turn gray and then black.

When it turns as black as charcoal, it begins to break down and dissipate into the air.

The dissipated black ash, upon contact with other demi-humans, will continue to spread like a contagion.

The flesh ball seemed to sense the danger at this moment, as these demi-humans stained with blood could infect each other.

At this rate of infection, it's possible that all the demi-humans I've painstakingly built up could be reduced to ashes.

So Dead Man Dumplings also began to take action, peeling off large amounts of the demi-humans from his body.

A large number of demi-humans fell down, and before they could even reach the ground, they dissipated into dust in the air.

The blood spheres beneath the magic circle continued to spray towards the dead man's dumpling.

But you can see the blood spheres below getting smaller and smaller; that's the effect of this forbidden magic.

Dead Man Dumpling, having already shed one-third of its demi-human form, knew that continuing like this was extremely dangerous.

The dead man dumpling began to turn to the side, only to find that the blood pillar was locking its movement. It could only start to rotate, allowing more new demi-humans to come into contact with the spraying blood.

"As expected of forbidden magic!" Lu Qiao exclaimed from the air.

Large swaths of demi-human skin peeled off and fell away, finally revealing what was inside.

It was a huge tree species, its roots spreading out and binding the demi-human, enveloping the entire thing.

At this moment, the tentacles of the dead man's dumpling began to spread downwards.

The plant vines shot towards the ground and landed firmly on it.

Subsequently, the demi-humans who were about to attack the adventurers and soldiers stopped their advance and began to retreat.

As if sensing a call, the demi-humans began to climb back onto the dead man dumplings.

Lu Qiao initially thought that the Dead Man Dumpling had given the order for these demi-humans to return and defend, replenishing his ranks.

But that's not the case; these demi-humans did not climb back onto the dead man's body.

Instead, the vines begin to intertwine with each other at about halfway up the plant.

These demi-humans wove their bodies into a large net using their tentacles.

Then the vines lifted up the large net formed by the demi-humans, using the layered, woven net to block the spraying blood.

The blood spray, unlike lasers, has no penetrating power; it's just liquid.

After hitting the large net, a small number of fish managed to pass through, but they lost their momentum, while most were blocked by the net and fell through.

The large nets woven by the demi-humans were stained with blood and slowly turned gray and black, but more demi-human nets were woven and raised up again to block them.

That's right, the dead man's dumpling has been found.

Ultimately, the only way to cause harm is through infection. As long as people don't gather together, but rather the netting is layered to block the spread, it will be fine.

The magic circle above the adventurers and alien soldiers was about to run out of blood orbs, and the hope that had been ignited turned into despair once again.

Even now, the remaining 10% of soldiers who hadn't cut their wrists to donate blood also began to do so, but it was a drop in the ocean.

Lu Qiao could see it clearly from above; the remaining adventurers and soldiers who had already donated blood were now slumped on the ground.

This is the power of forbidden magic, and of course, its backlash.

In their current situation, these adventurers and alien soldiers can't even move, let alone run.

This was a huge gamble, but clearly the alien races lost this time.

With the blood cells depleted, the final burst of energy was blocked by the large net woven by the demi-humans.

On the main road, adventurers and alien soldiers lay paralyzed on the spot, weakly closing their eyes, accepting death and the fact of defeat.

"Let's go. As you said, Luqiao, let's go back and report the situation here, bring the artifact, and deal with this monster," Monica said, pulling Luqiao along.

The Feathered People turned around and led Lu Qiao and Monica away from the scene.

The dead man's dumpling continued to float forward, once again coming to rest directly above the adventurers and alien soldiers.

At this point, about a third of the dead man's dumpling was exposed, revealing the core of the tree seed, but the rest of the dumpling was still filled with demi-humans.

The winged people led Lu Qiao further and further away, until they left the castle and headed for the watchtower.

At this point, Lu Qiao couldn't accept failure, even though he had already seen the plant's core!

Lu Qiao landed in front of the watchtower, looking at the dead bodies in the air.

The corpse dumpling was already directly above the main road, but it didn't immediately drop the demi-humans on top. Clearly, it understood that protecting itself was the priority before plundering more corpses, and it continuously moved the demi-humans on its body to fill the gaps in its ranks.

"I'll have the Feathered People stay behind and fly away with the coordinates of the universal key to give us enough time to bring the artifact back," Monica explained, before walking up to the watchtower.

Lu Qiao turned around to follow, but froze when he saw the grave mound in front of him.

"Why aren't you leaving yet?" The black cat patted Luqiao's head.

Monica, standing in front of the watchtower, turned around and found the road bridge still in the same spot. Frustrated, she went back and said the same thing: "Why aren't you leaving yet?"

Lu Qiao was in a daze when he realized something.

The demi-human on the dead man dumpling is naked!

But the last survivor, the last demi-human, was wearing clothes.

Clothes made of linen!

Thinking about this, Lu Qiao realized that even the adventurers who were later controlled, after wearing the forbidden crown and appearing on the dead man's body, were not wearing clothes.

The reason they could be recognized as adventurers was because these adventurers were all of a different race and looked different from demi-humans.

But why do they all have to go without clothes?

Lu Qiao looked at Monica and pointed to the demi-human that had been buried earlier: "You've come at the right time. Can we dig it up again? There's something I don't quite understand."

Monica didn't know what Lu Qiao was up to, and glanced at the black cat above Lu Qiao's head.

The black cat nodded, naturally agreeing.

Monica beckoned to the winged people nearby, and several of them moved over.

Monica gave a few instructions, and the winged people all understood.

He took off his shirt, covered his mouth and nose, and then dug up the grave mound.

The ground was thrown open again, and there lay the same headless demi-human corpse.

Lu Qiao took off his robe at this moment. It was a little cold, but bearable. Using the robe, Lu Qiao covered his mouth and nose like the Feathered People and squatted down to feel for the clothes of the dead demi-human.

The one who tied the knot must untie it; what exactly is the problem with the clothes?

From the clothes of the demi-human corpse, Lu Qiao pulled out another handful of dried red fruits.

Lu Qiao also saw that the headless demi-human body had red mist emanating from its neck due to the pressure caused by his own groping.

These red mists can obviously reproduce and spread, and can drive those who inhale them into a frenzy.

The demi-human corpse had more than a dozen of these fruits in its pocket.

Lu Qiao's hands trembled slightly as he held a handful of fruit; he knew how terrifying this stuff was.

Lu Qiao muttered to himself, "Can a demon god defeat another demon god?"

The black cat asked, puzzled, "What's wrong? Did you find something?"

Monica watched Lu Qiao and the black cat's conversation without interrupting, knowing that her fate was in the hands of the two people in front of her.

Lu Qiao gathered his thoughts: "Let me ask again. What I mean is, can the Demon God's things defeat the Demon God?"

The black cat looked at Lu Qiao: "You have a new idea?"

Lu Qiao held up the red fruit: "There's an old Chinese saying, 'An antidote can be found within three steps!' Maybe we won't need to leave here and go back to ask other worlds for artifacts to solve... solve this dead man's dumpling."

"Then let's give it a try." The black cat nodded.

……

The main road was filled with exhausted adventurers and alien soldiers.

They stared in despair at the enormous, sky-covering mass of dead bodies overhead.

"Do you have any other ideas?"

"What other options are there?"

"Sell my body? Sell my soul? As long as I can win! I'm willing to do anything!"

"Even if you asked me to give up an arm, I wouldn't have the strength to cut it off."

"Yes, I'm so tired. All I want to do right now is close my eyes and sleep."

"Is there any hope for us?"

"It's hopeless. Lord Aini has probably already run away, hasn't he?"

"Am I hallucinating? Is something flying towards me?"

"I saw it too, it looks like Lord Aini, I saw his black cat..."

"Really? I only saw two black dots!"

"Dude, trust me, our race is known for its excellent eyesight!"

The one speaking was none other than the Cyclops from before, his enormous, large eyes gazing into the sky.

……

The one in the air was none other than Lu Qiao, who had returned from the battle.

"Watch closely, this move is going to be really cool!" Lu Qiao wrapped himself in his robe and crushed a dozen or so red fruits.

Monica waved her hand from the side, and a gust of wind blew the resulting red mist toward the corpse dumplings in the distance.

Why does the Dead Man's Dumpling, after using its vines to create a crown of thorns to control the corpse, strip the corpse naked?

There's only one answer: Dead Man Dumplings are afraid that there might be something unclean in these demi-human clothes, which would prevent them from expanding their scale.

When the red mist touched the demi-humans and clung to their skin, these demi-humans, whose eyes were originally grayish-white, began to tremble wildly.

These demi-humans had been dead for a long time, but now they started to open their mouths frantically, even pounding and squeezing their chests in order to inhale the smoke through their mouths and noses as much as possible.

The red mist entered their bodies, and their restless eyes became bloodshot, turning completely bloodshot.

The next second, the demi-humans on the dead man dumplings, who had inhaled the red mist, began to violently attack their own kind!

And so, the spectacular scene was born.

These ferocious demi-humans are not merely tools; they also spew forth new red mist from their mouths and noses.

From a few people going crazy, to a whole group going crazy.

The riot broke out in one-fifth of the entire dead man's dumpling.

This spread is happening even faster than the Blood Curse.

The dead man dumpling realized something was wrong and began frantically throwing these demi-humans off its body.

But it was all in vain; no demi-human was willing to be stripped off.

The berserk subhumans possessed immense strength and clung tightly to their kind, refusing to be separated.

The attacks continued, and new red mist continued to erupt.

The berserk demi-human formed a thin layer of red mist on the outer layer of the dead man's dumpling.

Like moldy food, the dead man's dumpling was stained red, from the outer layer to the inner layer, and then to the core area, which is the kernel of the dead man's dumpling.

The giant plant seed first felt its own plant vines being constantly bitten by the demi-humans. By the time it realized what was happening, even its plant core was being bitten and scratched by the berserk demi-humans.

This is the power I gave back then, and now this power is actually affecting me.

The dead man dumplings floating in the air began to lose their balance and tilt to one side.

It then plummeted to one side and crashed into the city, a hundred meters away from the main road.

The ground trembled again, and a crater was smashed into the ground.

The core of the dead man's dumpling continued to be gnawed at by the ferocious demi-human within the pit.

Until not even a crumb remained...

Lu Qiao laughed from mid-air: "Those who do many unrighteous deeds will surely perish!"

The black cat spoke up: "It's not over yet!"