Starting with the defeated female knight

Without encountering any external force, his left arm twisted into a pretzel and shattered. Almost instantly, a new, bloody arm grew back.

The next second, just as the factory supervisor was about to check on the factory's operations, a huge blood claw appeared in front of him as soon as he opened the door.

boom--

The power from his bloodline brought him to his senses, and he tried to resist.

But the flowing blood bypassed his defenses and transformed into countless blood blades that slashed at his body.

Furthermore, as his body temperature dropped, he also felt as if something was disappearing.

After a moment, when he realized what it was, his eyes widened.

"Monster, monster—"

The power contained within his bloodline was constantly draining away with each cut from the blood blade, and then being absorbed by the blood claws.

To be honest, the foreman was terrified of dying.

But compared to death, he feared losing his bloodline even more.

This is the deepest fear etched in the hearts of every empire's people.

Upon hearing the sounds of rioting, the factory's guards naturally rushed over quickly.

But the next second, accompanied by the sound of several fingers breaking, a blood gun pierced their heads.

Then came the factory owners, the managers, the other supervisors, the machines, and those workers who abused their power...

"Kill them all."

"Turn them all into your strength."

"You have lost everything, and you should take revenge on everything."

The slaughter began at this moment, and the factory floor, already soaked with the workers' blood and sweat, was now stained with another layer of noble blood.

Dark clouds began to gather in the sky, the air became humid, and a faint, sweet, fishy smell appeared.

The killings lasted a long time, and were not just killings.

She pinned them to the ground with her blood claws, making them experience the process of losing their bloodline power, watching them beg for mercy, curse, and writhe in impotent rage.

Ultimately, it turned into utter despair.

Then, she raised her head and cast her terrifying eyes at the ordinary workers huddled in the corner of the factory, trembling with fear.

They insulted her, they rejected her, they discriminated against her.

They should be killed too.

but......

My steps stopped.

Certain images flashed through her mind.

They shared food with her daughter, they secretly discussed how wonderful her daughter was, and they had previously stood up to try and speak up for her.

In fact, after working together for a long time, their prejudice against her lessened. Although they still rejected her, they were even able to do some favors for her.

"so what?"

"So their ostracism against you wasn't ostracism? Then were the things they did just what they were supposed to do?"

"Kill them, kill them all, then leave this place and kill everyone outside too."

"Only in this way can you gain power; only in this way can you take revenge."

Whispers of the crimson figure, and the pleasure derived from the continuous acquisition of power.

Bloodclaw slowly raised,

Then, it fell rapidly.

boom--

A blood blade sliced ​​through the blood claw, and the severed claw fell to the side, turning into a pool of blood after a few movements.

"I...I don't know."

She clutched her broken arm and lowered her head.

“They did ostracize me, and they were really mean to me.”

"But I don't know, I don't know why, I feel they shouldn't have died..."

“I…want revenge, but I don’t think killing them would do any good, and might even…make that child sad.”

"......I have no idea."

She didn't even know what she was saying anymore.

I don't know why I did it.

Because what you truly want isn't revenge, but to live on with that child.

The crimson tentacles spread out slightly, slowly climbing up her body and entangling her soul under her dazed gaze.

No one is born to seek revenge, or to hurt others.

They, like you, just want to survive.

They, like you, don't know why things turned out this way.

They certainly hurt you, but in a sense, you also hurt them.

—For example, some acts of scabismus that are out of necessity.

But this does not justify blaming you, nor should it be your fault.

Because it's not just you; they also need revenge, they also need to survive, and they don't know what else to do.

You are the same.

Similarly, guidance is also needed.

The tentacles rubbed against her cheek and whispered in her ear.

Your real enemy is not each other, but...

The crimson tide gradually subsided.

But it's not extinguished, but rather a kind of 'convergence'.

It was as if some ferocious predator had lurked in the shadows, its presence weaker yet more deadly.

Wendetta listened to the whispers of the tentacles and sensed the friction emanating from her soul.

His expression first showed confusion, then hesitation, and finally calmness.

To be honest, she didn't understand much of what the tentacles were saying.

But she seemed to know what she had to do.

He took a step forward, picked up the overseer who had been drained of his bloodline power but was still alive, and threw him in front of the workers.

Pick up all the tools and hand them to them.

They looked at each other and clasped hands.

"Wait, you bunch of lowly people, what are you going to do—"

Wendita said nothing and did nothing.

Just watch.

The bloodshot eyes flowed silently, and the blood-red figure disappeared without a trace.

Green buds sprouted on the branches in the distance, and after trembling slightly, they seemed to sense something.

Strange, although it feels somewhat similar, it doesn't seem as crazy and twisted as I expected...

Forget it, let’s wait and see.

The green buds have closed up.

The pointed-eared creatures nearby also retreated into the shadows.

But in a place unseen by others, in that sea of ​​blood and pain.

The crimson tentacles bent slightly, but the figures of two children transformed into those in their arms.

The slightly larger, blood-red one was curiously looking at the newly arrived one, and reached out a finger to gently tap her sleeping cheek.

"Will this... work too?"

Of course!

The tentacles swayed calmly.

【What? Offering her to me is still an offering, and she truly gave up everything she had】

No problem.

Yes, Wendeta's daughter didn't die; she was simply pulled away by the tentacles.

But neither the blood-red child nor the tentacles told her this.

The reason is also very simple.

Although I cannot directly change your nature and composition, the only condition for resonating with your miracles is cognition and emotion.

That means that even without taking certain actions, we can still influence and circumvent the restrictions in other ways to achieve similar results.

Commonly known as coming to deceive or to ambush.

Moreover, on this point, all the bishops of the church, especially the old pope, have a lot to say.

Not only does it serve as practical proof of this theory, but it also provides a wealth of data and references.

Moreover, it's not just about avoiding it.

Through this deception, he can control and guide the situation. Over time, Green can also use various maneuvers to influence the Blood Sea in return.

It means that the nature of the problem cannot be directly changed, but by influencing certain key points, not only can the pain be alleviated, but it might even be possible to directly allow him to reshape her.

Green didn't bother to calculate the exact amount he would win.

But anyway, if he really gets all of this right, he'll definitely be the one who wins the most in the end.

He wouldn't do a losing business.

So, Wendeta's daughter was temporarily left with him.

Let her recover a little first, and once she's almost recovered, we'll prepare to throw her into the nobles' junkyard so she can attend classes there.

As for the blood-red child, she didn't really understand what Green meant.

And for some reason, I always felt that there was something strange about what he said.

After all, she is the miracle of blood itself.

"You're lying to me..."

【Yes, I was just kidding. Is there a problem?】

She frowned, looked troubled for a while, and her expression was quite adorable.

But in the end, it gave up thinking and pounced into the tentacles' embrace.

"Hmm, then lie to me..."

"I like being lied to by you, it doesn't matter how many times, as long as it's you..."

Then I won't be polite.

The tentacle smiled, pulled both children into its arms, and soothed them to sleep.

Then, it slowly raised its antennae and looked at a patch of tender green.

His gaze gradually calmed.