My health recovery is incredibly fast.

Xia Zuo frowned, looking confused, but in reality, his heart was in turmoil.

This is the language of bloodlines!

[Bloodline Language] is severely lacking; Xia Zuo can only understand a very small number of words and phrases on the yellowed pages.

"Master, what language is this?" He pointed to the spiraling, outward-extending wavy characters, hoping to learn more from the bald man.

Rexor shook his head and said:

"This is the language of blood mages, the language of blood runes. You don't need to know the meaning of these words."

The bald man paused for a moment, then said, "See if you can remember it first. If you can, then we can talk about something else. I must remind you, just write it down and don't try to understand its meaning. That might get you tainted by the filthy thoughts of the Church of the Otherworldly Demons."

"Uh...you mean, these words can corrupt people? If I memorize them, will it be dangerous?" Xia Zuo put himself in the shoes of someone who knew nothing about the Bloodline Language and considered this question.

“I will help you erase this part of your memory,” Rexol said.

Erasing memories…

Xia Zuo frowned, remembering something from a long time ago.

I remember that I had just entered Xingye Academy not long ago.

Senior Mars once mentioned that if a student seriously violates the Castle Rules, Headmaster Beatrice will personally erase the student's memory and expel him from the academy.

Is erasing memories a spell effect of the enchanting school?

Xia Zuo felt a sudden pang of anxiety for no apparent reason.

If you inexplicably lose your memory and are completely unaware of it, wouldn't that be terrifying?

Just like inhaling anesthetic before surgery in my previous life.

I kept thinking to myself, "I can't sleep, I can't sleep."

As a result, three to five hours passed quietly in the blink of an eye.

The doctors, nurses, and people waiting outside the operating room all knew what had happened during that time, but the patient on the operating table was unaware... It's a bit frightening to think about.

"Hey, Xia Zuo."

Rexor was all too familiar with the expression on his face; almost everyone wore that look of worry and disgust when they heard the words "erasure of memories."

"This is the Fifth Era, not the Fourth Era. The kind of magic that can unconditionally and without limit modify other people's memories has been sealed away by the Temple of Mages."

Rexor patted Shazo on the shoulder and comforted him:

"So, the reality isn't as bad as you think. Erasing memories is no easy task. The conditions are very demanding."

The bald man pointed a finger at the yellowed paper on the table.

“This paper is an essential material for casting spells. Hmm… I reckon you don’t need to erase your memories of the Blood Rune language. You’ve come into contact with the Blood Demon and even faced the Blood Essence Stone directly, yet you haven’t been tainted by it. These Blood Rune languages ​​won’t have any negative effects on you.”

"Just memorize these words, don't think too much." Rexol leaned back, put his feet on the table next to him, closed his eyes and seemed to enter a meditative state.

Xia Zuo was merely averse to the idea of ​​"erasing memories," not particularly wary of it.

He has a golden touch to help him record knowledge.

Who has the ability to erase memories?

...

Approximately 1 hours later.

Xia Zuo opened his notebook.

The rustling sound of pages turning startled Rexor.

The bald man opened his eyes and asked:

"You wrote it down? So fast?"

"Uh...no, no."

Xia Zuo shook his head. "I want to draw it from memory to make sure I haven't made any mistakes."

Rexor reached out and pressed down on his white paper, emphasizing his words:

"I'm starting to believe you have an exceptional memory. I need to remind you of something. Blood rune language is the language of blood mages. It has its own magic and can be sensed by blood sorcerers. You must not write down what you've memorized."

The bald man turned the yellowed paper over. "If you want to write something, write it on the back of this paper."

Xia Zuo nodded honestly, picked up a pen and drew a dot in the center of the paper, then rotated the paper with his left hand and drew wavy text with his right.

The writing motions were fluid and precise, like a typewriter devoid of emotion.

The bald man watched from the side, raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and seemed to be thinking about something.

A moment later, Xia Zuo capped his pen, and the information about the cheat code came to his mind.

"The host has successfully memorized the new bloodline language and it has been recorded into the special ability [Bloodline Language]."

Xia Zuo flipped through the pages, pretending to check for errors, and selected [Blood Pattern Language] in his mind to view the new knowledge he had just acquired.

When he first acquired the [Bloodline Language] talent, he discovered that even though he didn't know how to read, he could still understand the Bloodline Language that was stored in his mind.

The knowledge to be memorized this time is no exception.

The contents of the yellowed pages can be summarized in one sentence:

The gist of the statement is that at least 30 blood addicts recently infiltrated the state of Mackinac, and some of these addicts had previously been documented for their bloodstain characteristics, as detailed below.

Xia Zuo's first reaction after reading it was...

Has a traitor appeared within the Church of the Otherworldly Demons?

How do they know so much about the movements and characteristics of blood addicts? And they even revealed it to the Demon Hunter School?

"Master, do you think what I wrote is correct?" Xia Zuo placed the yellowed paper in front of the other party.

“Correct, Xia Zuo.”

Rexor took a half-meter-long parchment from his pocket and unfolded it on the table.

The scroll was covered with blood-stained language.

"Look around this parchment and see if the words you just wrote down are on it."

Rexol handed a pencil to the other person. "Mark it if you have one."

Xia Zuo's gaze slowly swept across the paper.

"No, Master. The words I just wrote down are not on here."

“Then let’s get another one.” Rexol took out a longer parchment scroll. “How about this one?”

Over the next hour, the bald man produced about 20 different parchment scrolls.

“Master, there’s a character here that I recognize.” Xia Zuo picked up his pencil and drew a circle on the paper.

"Oh?"

Rexol's eyes widened, revealing a fierce glint, and his gaze fixed on the scroll was as intense as a jackal spotting its prey.

"You wait for me here, don't leave."

With a wave of his arm, the bald man took all the parchment scrolls and left the laboratory.

Xia Zuo felt somewhat confused. Rexor came and went like the wind, not giving him a chance to ask questions at all, so he had no choice but to open the textbook and continue memorizing.

It was late at night, around 1 a.m.

The researchers in the lab lay in their recliners meditating, recovering their nearly depleted energy, before getting up to work again an hour later.

Xia Zuo took a sip of a stimulant and leaned back in his chair to monitor the nine Blood Demons in the culture tank.

Rex is back.

He raised his hand to set up a protective barrier, then sat down next to Xia Zuo and said:

"Do you still remember those two blood demons, Upharis and Utolius?"

“I remember,” Xia Zuo said.

On his second day in Poseidon, he killed a juvenile Transformer.

The waste from this transformer was found to contain the blood of two blood demons, namely Upharis and Utolius.

“Serret and I created a tracking device to pinpoint their location. The tracking device has a time limit and can only last for a maximum of 3 days. Just last weekend, before the last tracking device expired, the two blood demons were moving towards Poseidon City.”

After speaking, the bald man thought for nearly half a minute before raising his chin and pointing in the direction of the culture tank, saying:

"The Church of the Otherworldly Demons has a way to rescue all nine Blood Demons at once, and it will be very difficult for us to stop them."

Xia Zuo was somewhat surprised, but he didn't ask any questions. Instead, he listened patiently to the bald man's explanation.

“The Blood Demon has a ritual that descends upon its inheritor,” Rexor said in a deep voice.

"The impact of the ritual is very large. If the Church of the Otherworldly Demons is willing to invest, even if it is 100 or 200 kilometers away, it can still bring these nine blood demons to their successor."

Xia Zuo thought for a moment and asked:

"Then why didn't the Church of the Otherworldly Demons use this method to rescue Blood Demon Number 13 before?"

Rexor glanced at the meditating researcher, waved his hand to create several more barriers, and then said:

"As you and I both know, Blood Demon No. 13 was captured on the Western Continent. The extreme storm between the Eastern and Western Continents not only makes it impossible for ships to pass, but also hinders the communication between Blood Demons."

"During the more than ten years that Blood Demon No. 13 lurked in the Western Continent, all the Transformers and Blood Addicts it left behind in the Eastern Continent died, and there are no living inheritors left."

Rexor continued:

“In the past few days, there have been many Category 3 disasters in the suburbs and surrounding towns of Poseidon. Almost all the action teams have been dispatched.”

Rexor let out a heavy breath and said:

"The Emergency Response Department deduced that the Church of the Otherworldly Demons was determined to rescue these nine Blood Demons. They were using constant minor troubles to wear down the team's manpower, and would launch an attack when the time was right."

Xia Zuo's heart sank. "Master, are these nine Blood Demons really that important to the Church of the Otherworldly Demons? Why would they attract so many enemies?"

“Xia Zuo, you should know that the Blood Witch’s position in the Church of the Otherworldly Demons is equivalent to that of an Archmage in the Temple of Mages.”

Rexol rubbed his chin, pondered for a moment, and said:

"You could say that once you become a Grand Mage, advancing to a higher level is only a matter of time. The same goes for Blood Witches. Besides, the last Blood Witch was born more than two hundred years ago."

Rexol raised his hand and swept it across the culture vessel.