In simple terms, it's the upper limit that gets deducted.
Each ti it's used, life and soul are consud to a degree. The more it's used, the more is deducted, and it doubles each ti!
The higher you go, not only does rank advancent stall, but it can even drop due to excessive consumption.
As for restraint... such a thing as masses simply doesn't exist!
When it cos to masses, fighting is as common as eating and drinking. There's no thought of valuing peace.
The more resonant you are with the Sacrificial Master, the more you beco accustod and reliant on this power; likewise, you tend to overestimate yourself.
If you're not careful, you can blow yourself up because the impact was too magnified.
Or, you can provoke an unbeatable opponent due to inflated ego and get crushed to death. Even if you win, you might exhaust yourself into an early grave.
During the effect of such gifts, the intense pain can cause the Inheritors to lose their calm and go completely berserk.
Berserk is inherently a part of this gift, and it's hard to avoid, making mutation extrely likely.
It works well, but dying well was indeed dying well!
As a result, after these many years... as everyone died, died, and died, the inheritance of the Blood Arm has completely ceased!
As for the waste in front of Ji Jue, it's just a burial offering stumbled upon when digging a grave due to a lack of money, a dead rat t by a blind cat, with no guidance or teaching, half-baked knowledge.
Without constant sacrificial offerings, the trace of spirituality of the Sacrificial Master's Blood Arm preserved in the Superior is almost completely worn out, currently only a step away from disappearing into ashes.
There's only half a crest left!
Now sensing Pan Ying's presence, that trace of spirituality, weakened to its extre, almost whimpered, like it's about to rush over calling him father.
"Dad, why are you only coming back now?!"
"Hungry, quickly give sothing to eat!"
"Eat? Eat shit!"
Ji Jue glanced at the remnants on the sword's spine and couldn't help sighing: "You're all driving yourselves to death... you masses really do have business to attend to!"
Good stuff is indeed good stuff, but unfortunately, Ji Jue is an ash, lacking the abnormal physique of the masses!
His health and mana bars are limited, yet the Blood Arm simply doesn't recognize others' health and mana, since 'sacrificial gain' is the very essence of the masses, making it impossible to stack values without blinking.
However, speaking of which...
No one said Pan Ying had to use it himself!
He stroked his chin, pondered for a mont, and couldn't help but glance at the dumb cowhorse flipping its belly nearby.
Suddenly, he grinned.
The cowhorse shivered habitually, tucked its tail, and wanted to run, without even looking back.
It's too terrifying!
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For many people, the long night passed in a flash.
Not only did Ji Jue's subjects on the dissection table feel the suffering, as enduring as a year, but also the alarms were sounding in the Central Earth Tower City's garrison base.
Due to the sudden storm, with an entirely abnormal weather pattern creating clouds firmly blocking the crucial airway between Central Earth and the Federation!
The chaotic electromagnetics within the storm have totally shielded all communication and positioning thods, causing nurous ships laden with fuel elents and crude oil to pause and observe the situation.
Amid rumors and agitation, the dostic fuel elent prices have started to show signs of volatility - who knows which idiot caused this, everyone's cursing!
At this critical juncture, the Federation is hypersensitive; the slightest movent prompts a crushing response.
What's going on?
It's simply suicidal!
The Tower City's garrison base is already in ergency mode, with all personnel urgently assembled and preparing to dispatch warships for escort.
The fighter and Flying Airship pilots have been on standby all night, ready to take off at a mont's notice.
"Quite the grand setup indeed."
The hefty Major Liang Mo, with a stubble beard, smoked a cigar, staring intently at the distant persistent thick mist at the port: "Heard it's aid at your friend?"
"I must say, your friend isn't the most likable person."
Beside him, Tong Shan shrugged, tried hard to think for a mont.
Then, inevitably nodded in agreent.
"Indeed, that guy Ji Jue sotis really doesn't care about others' opinions." He paused, sighed: "But most tis, he's pretty reliable, as a friend and companion, giving peace of mind."
Major Liang Mo slightly startled, raising an eyebrow, surprised to hear such an assessnt from the always steady Tong Shan.
"More reliable than you?"
"Um, how to put it..."
Tong Shan's expression grew increasingly complex: "In Xiaoxue's words—if you find sothing has beco so absurd beyond reliance on , then you should rely on him."
"Sounds like a firefighter?"
"No, he actually prefers stirring things up. If you leave things alone, he'll blow the whole fire scene with the issues sky-high.
If he can't win alone, then let's all lose together."
Tong Shan said, laughing himself, filled with delight: "That guy, that's just the kind of person he is."
"...That's too abstract, hard to imagine." Liang Mo glanced sideways: "But I'm curious, how do you stay unmoved by such unexpected situations?"
"Because there's no need."
Tong Shan calmly shook his head: "Since materials actively deliver themselves, that guy might even be sneaking a laugh now.
Plus, there's really no need for a big fuss; the storm will soon dissipate."
As if echoing his words, beyond the gray-black sea surface, the layer of persistent mist and heavy cloud quickly dispersed visibly to the naked eye.
Satellite observation shows the abnormal weather ending.
And only after the imnse electromagnetic disturbances dissipated did the command center finally spot… the signal that appeared unknown on the base radar.
Almost face-to-face!
Upon detection, it was already nearly at hand!
If not for the military identification signal and verification sequence code, radar and fire control would likely issue alarms, throwing the entire base into urgent combat readiness.
But now, as the thin mist spread to both sides, a massive black silhouette erged from the sea horizon and majestically marched forward!
"See, I told you..."
Tong Shan sighed, patting his old friend's shoulder beside him, he walked towards the berth first.
Only Liang Mo remained stunned, on the spot.
Dazed, for a long ti.
Unable to resist, he removed the cigar from his lips:
"I damn—"
Within the sea breeze, familiar stenches of rot and decay began to reveal themselves.
And, beneath the gloomy sky after the storm and the iron-gray sea, a nightmare-like silent cargo ship gradually enlarged until its true form beca apparent.
Peeled armor, flaked paint, slightly broken hull, and even, on the deck, bodies of various monsters literally piled like a mountain… not to ntion, on the ship's bow, hanging from the ropes, three corpses long mutilated beyond recognition!
A breeze blew in, the hollow corpses swaying gently like bells, colliding, drifting in the wind.
Each ti the breeze blew through the gaping skulls, it buzzed like playing a flute.
Sticky blood trickled down from the deck and corpses, down to the seawater, like sparse and cruel rain.
Thus, it dripped sporadically, tapping rhythmically, leaving a crimson trail on the ocean surface.
Resembling a monster from that horror story, running wild…
Looking down contemptuously upon all the prying gazes, moving relentlessly forward.
Thus, loaded with bones and death.
Amidst the putrid wind and blood rain, the Prosperity, silently arrives!
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