Chapter 1851 I, the Great Vampire Duke, Must Not Be Seen Eating Rats!

Grand Duke Rimmer and the healers under him were in pain and happiness.

Screaming and wailing, but the progress of the experiment also advanced extremely quickly. Surprised cries kept coming:

"There are really calcified plaques in the blood vessels!"

"Yes, this one also has calcified plaque! Wrapping the aorta with calcium chloride gauze really helps!"

"This one of mine also has calcification spots! It's so easy to die...cut off 3/4 of the kidneys, no, cut off one and three-quarters of the kidneys, it would be too easy to die..."

"Your Excellency the Grand Duke! Your Excellency the Grand Duke! We have raised mice with calcified blood vessels. Next..."

Understand, next is my task, right?

I need to use my vampire ability to feel these blood vessels, control these blood vessels, and then try to soften and restore the elasticity of these blood vessels, so that the annoying things on them disappear, right?

The Grand Duke looked with resentment at the task before him. A row of ten mice, feeble, senile, and not very active.

Well, this one has calcified plaque on the abdominal aorta, this one has calcified plaque on the blood vessels near the heart, this one has calcified plaque near the carotid artery... This one has calcified plaque in many, many places...

"Your Majesty the Grand Duke, you don't need to read the information to know?" the young therapist who was helping with the errands asked in surprise. Grand Duke Rimmer snorted proudly:

"Do you even need to look at this?!"

Just kidding, the vampire's ability allows him to know the blood flow in every mouse and even every person in front of him. As soon as these people stood in front of him, whose blood was thick, whose blood was sweet, whose blood had a rich aroma of soul...

He didn't have to wait for these guys to bleed, he could sense it instinctively!

As for these rats…

When blood flows through blood vessels, where is it fast, where is it slow, where is it encountering obstacles, and where is the rustling sound of blood flowing through hard plaques. He can hear it without trying hard. No, it's not hearing it, it's feeling it. It's not bad at all!

"Sir, do you need our help?"

"No need!" Grand Duke Rimmer's face was stern, and his mood suddenly worsened. help? What help?

Do you want to see how I drink rat blood?

How to chew mouse blood vessels?

no way!

I, the great vampire grand duke, must not be seen eating rats! ! !

"Why are you still standing here? How many mice with vascular calcification have been raised? Have the experimental records been written down? Have the experimental rules been summarized?

Do you understand why these mice and rabbits have vascular calcification after being treated in this way? --Nothing at all? Then go quickly! "

With a roar, the experimenters ran away with their heads in their hands. He died young, and the Grand Duke went berserk...

Whether he is constipated because he drank too much blood recently, or because he dislikes us and wants to find someone to beat him up, in short, during this period, the farther away from him the better...

Everyone scrambled out of the office. Grand Duke Rimmer took a deep breath and moved a mouse over. The poor gray-brown mouse huddled in front of him, not even trembling, trying to pretend it didn't exist.

The Grand Duke first concentrated, then stared closely, and finally closed his eyes, using his mental power and instinct to carefully examine the mouse...

It still feels a bit hazy. His feeling about the tiny blood vessels and plaques in the blood vessels in the mouse, especially how to remove the plaques and how to use force to remove them, is still not very accurate...

Or give it a try first?

Activate the ability once, and if it doesn't work, touch the blood vessels with your own hands... Anyway, there are many mice with calcified blood vessels, so I won't feel bad if one dies...

Thinking of this, Grand Duke Rimel was still a little hesitant. In any case, these things were made by his team, who worked hard, day and night, for several months - not counting the time of previous failures.

Just because you don’t want to touch the blood vessels with your own hands, why waste one?

Forget it, just waste it. What if it works this time? If it can be done, it will not be a waste; if it cannot be done, there will be a lot of waste later, and this one is not bad...

Thinking like this, there was a "pop" sound in front of the Grand Duke, and there was an explosion like a water bag being burst. The big mouse stiffened suddenly, as if it wanted to struggle, but then collapsed. The Grand Duke sighed and shook his head:

My thinking is wrong. I used too much force just now, and my blood vessels should have been broken. That's a large artery... As soon as it is ruptured, there will be blood all over the stomach instantly, and death will be very fast. It doesn't even take a minute to die.

There is no way to save him.

It seems that I still need to touch the blood vessels with my own hands...

The Grand Duke sighed silently. Then, without seeing how he moved, the mouse's abdomen naturally split open, and blood flowed like a wall, branching off to both sides, while a bright red blood vessel tore through the peritoneum on its own and raised its head high from between the organs.

The Grand Duke's pale fingers touched it. The blood vessel automatically wrapped around his fingertips, rubbing his fingertips and tightening tighter and tighter.

It scraped for a long time, and then, the outer wall separated, and the hardened inner wall of the blood vessel squirmed and opened, swallowing his fingertips.

This scene would probably scare others to death if they saw it. The Grand Duke's eyebrows remained motionless, but his eyes seemed to be closed, quietly feeling the touch of his fingertips.

After a moment, a red light surged from his fingertips, as if a blurred blood mist floated out from his fingertips and seeped into those blood vessels. Silently, the blood vessels swelled, twisted, opened and contracted, and powder fell:

"Hey, it's torn... It seems too rough. This idea doesn't work... The calcified part has been worn away, and the blood vessels have been directly broken, and the elasticity and softness have not been restored..."

"Try another way..."

Another burst of red light surged up, wrapping around a new blood vessel. It expanded again, twisted again, and then, with a soft "pop" sound, the entire blood vessel turned into powder and scattered on the table.

"It still doesn't work... Just touching and feeling, I still understand too little... Do I really want to taste it..."

That's a mouse!

It's a mouse!

Just an ordinary mouse! Not even a Warcraft, not even a quasi-supernatural beast that is about to become a Warcraft!

How long has it been since he had eaten such low-level stuff...

The Grand Duke complained in his heart, but still waved firmly, and another mouse came up in the air with a cage. With a slight sensation, the mouse's abdomen split open on its own, and a section of blood vessel flew out.

If he doesn’t eat, his senses will not be precise, his senses will not be detailed, and the probability of success in creating a new spell will be low, and the probability of success in spells will be low. His advancement will be delayed for God knows how long...

In order to deepen the understanding of blood vessels and blood, in order to create new spells, in order to rely on cognition and creation to advance, we fight!

eat!

The vampire's sense of blood and blood tissue is indeed extraordinary. After eating a blood vessel, the hazy sense becomes clearer. However, it feels like there is still a long way to go before creating new spells and suitable spells...

Eat another one!

Eat another one!

Hey, this method of using magic to urge the blood vessels to pop out on their own still seems to have an impact on the blood vessels and leave magic marks.

If you want to feel its original appearance, maybe it's better not to use magic but to cut out the blood vessels directly?

However, do you think of holding a scalpel and carefully cutting these mice one by one, and picking out the blood vessels in their bodies that are only 2 millimeters thick, 1 millimeter thick, or even as thin as a hair?

no way!

How annoying that would be!

He, the Grand Duke of the Blood Race, has noble hands that are not meant for such things!

"Somebody come!"

The Grand Duke shouted. The sound transmission technique flew out, and a necromancer rushed in quickly:

"Your Excellency! What are your orders?"

"These mice! These mice with calcified blood vessels! All of them, cut out the calcified blood vessels and send them to me!"

"Yes! Your Excellency, don't worry, we will do it as soon as possible! - Do you want to cut one out and send the other one, or do you want to cut them all out and send them in together?"

"You just have to figure it out!"

The Grand Duke raised his head proudly.

It turns out that researching a new spell is much more troublesome than the Grand Duke thought. On the first day, eight sets of blood vessels were sent into the room and disappeared;

The next day, ten sets of blood vessels were sent to the room, but they still disappeared;

The third day...

"There's none in the trash can! Where did the Grand Duke get these blood vessels?"

"That's right! I want to know too! I also want to take some for anatomy! They've all disappeared!"

"Even with the dissociation technique, you can still find a little bit of ash! The ash is gone, so what did you do with it?"

The magicians whispered. Well, the isolation effect of the meditation room is still very strong. If you secretly say a few bad words about the Grand Duke in it, he will not hear them, and then get angry and come to suck their blood...

"You didn't eat it, did you?"

"You didn't really eat it, did you?"

"I heard that the vampire's ultimate way to understand their prey is to suck blood... With a sip of blood, you can know the prey's information, what kind it is, what age it is, and how old it is. This is where the [identifying bloodline] in the identification technique comes from. …”

"So he couldn't figure out the condition of these blood vessels and just ate them, right? What a pity. It can be dissected, observed with a microscope, or even a microscope... How about saving a bite for me next time? !”

In the meditation room, which usually only accommodates one person, three necromancers, a conjuration healer, and a natural priest were squeezed in.

Everyone was whispering to each other, their eyes wandering, imagining how the vampire grand duke was hiding in the room, crunching and secretly chewing the blood vessels of mice. Hey, why is it so ridiculous...

"Everyone is keeping their faces tight! You are not allowed to discuss this matter after leaving this room, and you are not even allowed to think about it!"

"These high-level vampires can easily know what we are thinking even if they don't deliberately activate [Detect Thoughts]!"

"When he discovered his random thoughts, he got angry and bit someone. Don't say we didn't warn him in advance!"

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