For Anvis, leaving the Gloria Empire felt good.
When he arrived at the Yiter Kingdom Federation, Anvis only brought his personal guard, Jom.
Three Curse Plutonium Dragonlings were stored in a specially made Magic Pet Ring, filled with enough Curse Metal nutritional packs to last half a year,
enough to feed the three dragonlings just like feeding Luo Luo Beasts, satisfyingly full from eating and sleeping.
After leaving the family division in the Royal Capital of Loran Kingdom, at Anvis’s request, the Eighth Rank Jom made full efforts to conceal their tracks.
After a makeover, the two appeared in a small city named Violet City, far away at the border of Loran Kingdom, a thousand miles away.
Free of the ever-present subtle surveillance around him, Anvis felt truly free for the first time.
Currently, his eye color and hair had changed to a common light brown, and his facial features had turned from refined and gentle to rough and mature.
His skin became rough and tanned from long periods in the sun and wind, and his physique grew much more robust, as if he could punch a bull to death.
The original noble garments and luxurious cloak were removed, replaced with a traveler’s common brown jacket, light brown trousers, leather gloves, deer-skin boots, and a thick traveler’s cloak.
Carrying a leather backpack on his back, a steel sword hung slanted on his left waist, while the right carried a rope, fire oil, Magic Crystal Gun, and other items.
With such a disguise, the young man looked no different from a traveling mercenary.
At his side, Jom was also dressed as a traveler.
However, he carried a larger package on his back, containing various goods from far-off Sal City, pretending to be a traveling merchant from there.
In such a remote medieval small city, the pace of daily life was incredibly slow.
Armored mercenaries lazing around with grass roots in their mouths, leaning against the tavern walls. Common women with thick linen headscarves carrying infants, strolled leisurely past the two men.
Vendors tinkled copper bells, selling fresh fruits and local special berry cream pancakes to passerby.
Anvis also casually bought some, sharing the taste with the guard Jom.
The crispy crust wrapped fresh wild red and blue berries, along with the locally produced wind-patterned cream.
The crisp texture was filled with the sweet and sour taste of berries and the rich fragrance of cream, tasting quite good.
Walking on the cobblestone pavement, Anvis ate while carefully examining the elegant brick and stone buildings around him.
Searching for that familiar, quiet courtyard in his game memories, overgrown with Boneset, Nightshade, and Funeral Bell Flowers.
In his previous life, it was in that courtyard where he triggered the prerequisite for that critical mission
—[Pursuing the Steps of Perfection]
Back then, Anvis took on an ordinary task from the Mercenary Union, searching for experimental materials.
But when submitting the materials, he inadvertently met the person who issued the mission.
It was an old Mage dressed in a black Magic Robe and pointed Magic Hat, with untidy grey-white beard tangled together.
Noticing Anvis, the old Mage’s bulbous nose suddenly sniffed and he then asked if Anvis was willing to provide some blood for his research.
Back then, Anvis had already transformed into a Dragon Vein Mage, and he reflexively refused without much thought.
But when the old Mage increased the reward and promised to provide a highest-level experimental product, he changed his mind.
That old Mage, was actually a taboo Life Scholar.
And his research goal was a special artificial Bloodline known as [Perfect Blood].
Unlike other bloodlines where stronger ones overwhelmingly cover the weaker ones, Perfect Blood possesses a unique capability of growth.
—It can enhance itself by fusing with other bloodlines and extracting powerful segments from them, thus achieving an ’unlimited’ evolutionary effect.
Theoretically, it can absorb enough life fragments.
The ultimate potential of this kind of bloodline could even far surpass any other bloodline, including the Legendary Bloodline.
However, in reality, this fusion has a limit in the number of times it can occur, as well as a cap in rank.
Each fusion increases the pressure on the Bloodline Chain, and the probability of the bloodline’s root collapsing increases with each addition.
The higher the rank of the bloodline fused, the greater the pressure on the Bloodline Chain.
Moreover, Perfect Blood is initially a Low Rank bloodline and cannot directly fuse with too high a rank of bloodline.
It must start by sequentially fusing with lower to medium rank bloodlines to gradually increase its own bloodline tier.
This leads into a paradox:
To fuse with High Rank bloodlines, one must first increase the rank by fusing Low Rank bloodlines.
But once upgraded enough to fuse with High Rank bloodlines, the blood has already fused too many times to fuse any more high-rank bloodlines.
However, despite so many restrictions, Perfect Blood is still very strong.
Perhaps it cannot reach the level of Legendary Bloodline, but its scope of capabilities greatly exceeds that of any single bloodline.
Most importantly, Perfect Blood has the same advantages as Magic-guided Mechanical.
It can be mass-produced—
With the inspiration from some Blue Star works in his previous life, Anvis envisioned that Perfect Blood and Magic-guided Mechanical could complement each other.
Based on Perfect Blood, combined with emerging Magic-guided Mechanical technology.
As long as there are sufficient resources, an endlessly powerful synthetic army can be produced!
The Perfect Blood cultivated Sixth Rank flesh tissue brings strong self-healing ability, flexibility, and various unique Class Magic Abilities to the troops.
The body modules of Magic-guided Mechanical, with external armor and power source, can bring robust sustained efficiency, maneuverability, and terrifying direct combat ability.
That is what Anvis envisioned, a sufficiently powerful cannon fodder troop type—
After one more turn around a brick corner with climbing green vines, Anvis finally found his destination for this trip.
A nondescript two-story brick building, its patchy exterior wall adorned with moss and climbing vines.
As it was winter, the Funeral Bell Flowers and nightshade in the courtyard were not in bloom.
However, what is unique is that the fence and gate of the house were woven from the living branches of still-growing Boneset.
The dense branches and leaves blocked the outside view into the courtyard, also indicating the homeowner’s identity as a Mage.
Standing by the fence made of tall Boneset branches, Anvis reached out his hand with a hint of magic power.
He touched a small black Boneset fruit that grew separately on the left side of the ’fence door’.
With Anvis’ hearing, when he touched the fruit, a very faint bell sound came from inside the house.
However, after waiting for a moment, the fence gate still did not undergo any changes.
Apparently, the homeowner had temporarily stepped out for something.