Countless slender iron chains extend from the edge of the pool, each piercing into the captured bodies of various Alien Race beings, pinning them to the poolside, unable to escape.
Those imprisoned here are the living beings captured in the Spirit Breath Clan's cross-dinsional war.
Pointed ears torn by iron hooks, fierce white fangs forcibly broken, thick arms reduced to bare bones... the appearance of prisoners from all races is tragic.
All prisoners have been tortured to the point of losing their will to resist, their gazes hollow.
At this mont, in a corner of the Blood Pool.
A figure is staring blankly at his reflection in the blood pool.
A young, pale face erges in the blood color, about seventeen or eighteen years old, his features still bearing an unripened tenderness.
On the high nose, a new scratch has been added, his lips still have traces of dried blood, his disheveled black hair hangs over his forehead, with dark red water droplets still dripping from the tips, creating slight ripples on the pool surface.
He stares blankly at the swaying reflection in the blood water, but his mory is like mush.
He tries hard to recall his identity but cannot rember it.
He only recalls waking up in a big pit, climbing out and sitting quietly at the bottom, only to be taken by a group of burly figures to a new place and bound to a stone platform.
There, he was completely restrained and underwent a series of long examinations.
Finally, he was brought here to be imprisoned.
But he still can't understand who he is, where he is, or why he lost his mory.
The only thing he rembers is procedural mory, he only rembers running, walking, and so basic life knowledge.
But all other contents are forgotten.
The more he thinks, the more confused he becos.
...
Blood Breath City.
Super Beast Legion base.
In the sky, countless massive War Giant Beasts float, covered entirely with heavy black scales, each with a diater of five ters, glimring with a cold sheen under the sunlight.
Near the War Giant Beasts, a group of agile-winged Monsters hover.
Down below, various forms of Super Beasts fill the entire base.
In the dim environnt at the top of the Tower, one of the eight kings of the Spirit Breath Clan, the "Blood King," lies quietly on a stone couch carved from Blood Crystal.
The completely dark red Crystal Stone pulses faintly with the Blood King's weak breathing.
The aged King's body is covered only with a layer of blood-colored gauze as thin as a cicada's wings, his exposed skin showing an unhealthy grayish-white color, and marked with web-like crack black scars.
The blood that once flowed like lava now barely emits a faint glow only at the heart.
His withered fingers mindlessly tap the edge of the stone couch, making an empty "tap tap" sound.
Surrounding the stone couch are twelve blood-flesh lamp pillars, with flickering dark red flas casting an increasingly sinister light on the Blood King's hollowed face.
Below the stone couch, a small pool of dark red liquid slowly seeps into the Blood King's body, barely giving life to the dying old ruler.
At this mont, several figures stand around the Blood Crystal Stone couch.
They look down at the Blood King with half-closed eyes and a bewildered expression, unable to hide their sadness.
The leading figure, after carefully examining the Blood King's condition, spoke in a deep voice:
"The Blood King doesn't have much ti left. Now our world is under attack from invaders, the cross-dinsional war is temporarily on hold, we need to start removing the Blood King's mory Bag, and prepare to replace the new body."
After speaking, the leading figure looked towards a figure to the left-front:
"Blood Worm, go to the Blood Slave Dungeon and select the purest body. Only with the Blood King's return can we quickly organize to resist the invaders' strength."
The figure called Blood Worm nodded solemnly and then turned to leave.
The gaze followed Blood Worm leaving the Tower, soon arriving at the Blood Slave Dungeon.
Pushing the door open, the pungent sll of blood hit.
However, Blood Worm was unaffected, proceeding calmly toward the Blood Pool.
This place is called the Blood Slave Blood Pool.
It's the site for selecting new bodies by the Blood Pool-Super Beast Legion.
Those imprisoned here are all Alien Race Warriors selected during wars invading other worlds.
They all have one common trait, their bodies are relatively pure and can be used as new bodies for high-level intra-clan replacents.
The so-called body replacent is a pinnacle technology of the Spirit Breath Clan.
It involves removing the mory Bag from the main body and inserting it into a new body, completing an alternate Possession after mory cover.
Before this technology was born, the Spirit Breath Clan took many wrong turns.
Early Spirit Breath Clan experinted with genetic technology.
During that ti, the Spirit Breath Clan hoped through genetic technology to eliminate disease, enhance physical Strength, and allow warriors within the clan to have powerful adaptive abilities for combat in different environnts.
But as the technology developed, it gradually approached the edge of uncontrollability.
With rapid technological advancents, the potential of genetic engineering exceeded expectations.
Different laboratories, families, even individuals within the Spirit Breath Clan began autonomous modification.
This led to severe division within the clan.
So clan mbers grew gills or wings, so developed tentacles, and others even rged with plant and animal genes.
The booming developnt of genetic technology hid potential crises.
The sa generation was manageable, but by the next generation, significant differences in form triggered conflicts.
Additionally, since so extrely modified individuals were already unable to reproduce with clan mbers, there erged a reproductive isolation, indicating a trend towards complete fragntation of the gene pool.
During this period, the Spirit Breath Clan evolved multiple subspecies, with physiological differences too extre for coexistence.
On a societal level, identity crises and war crises had already erged.
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