Tales of the Endless Empire Chapter 103: A Bloody Message

Thalion watched to his left as a giant, beetle-like insect with massive mandibles erged from the ground. Was that so kind of guardian? He tried to identify the beast but quickly rembered he no longer had the skill to do so.

Instead, he did the only thing he could—he felt the blood of the creature and pushed against it. The three-ter-tall beetle was hurled backward, crashing into the wall of a nearby farmhouse.

“Wow, how did you do that?” Rylak asked, his voice ringing in Thalion’s mind.

Thalion didn’t have ti to respond. Instead, he manipulated his own blood, accelerating his movents significantly, and appeared beside the creature. By throwing the beast back, he’d moved out of range to control its blood.

Now, back within range, he took command of it, ripping the creature apart from within. The beetle collapsed, lifeless. Yet, Thalion received no kill notification or experience points, even though it was clearly dead.

The yellow blood of the beetle pooled behind him as he walked toward the farmhouse door. He shaped the blood into a sharp edge and used it to destroy the door completely. Normally, blood wouldn’t be durable enough for such a feat, but Thalion had drained not only the creature’s blood but also its resources—health, mana, and stamina—infusing the bloodriver with its stolen strength.

“Holy shit,” Rylak muttered in Thalion’s mind, but Thalion ignored him. He had more pressing matters to handle.

Unlike the houses in the tutorial, this one lacked any spatial manipulation. Inside, ten n sat around a large table, their faces turning toward him in surprise.

“Rylak? What the fuck? You should be dead!” One man shouted angrily from the table.

“Can you tell him I fucked his wife?” Rylak suggested in Thalion’s mind, his tone snide.

“You should know I fu—ah, damn it, I’m not doing that,” Thalion muttered, instead calling the river of blood to him.

The bloody river surged forward like a hunting snake, impaling the first man and absorbing his blood into itself. As his enemies began to conjure their skills, Thalion moved faster. Four n were already dead before the first attack was launched.

Using his blood control, Thalion accelerated his movents and dodged the incoming projectiles. Simultaneously, he directed the bloodriver to kill without hesitation. One man hurled a dagger at him, its blade coated in a green, poisonous sheen, but Thalion deftly avoided it. Monts later, all ten n lay dead on the ground.

Thalion searched their bodies but found nothing of value—no spatial rings or items of importance.

“Wow, you’re strong, but your strength won’t be enough,” Rylak remarked.

“We’ll see about that later,” Thalion replied. Now, it was ti to send a ssage.

Absorbing most of the blood’s power, he used it to empower Rylak’s blood and purify it. The remaining blood was used to paint a ssage.

“What do you call the warriors who gain access to the spirit ritual?” Thalion asked Rylak with a grin.

“Oh no. Don’t tell you—” Rylak began in disbelief.