219. Drunk

'Just stay open!'

Noah shouted in his mind, giving another strong thrust with his saber.

A drop of blood fell on the bucket below his stretched arm.

The blood had filled only half of the bucket but Noah had to cut his wrist for the whole day to achieve that result.

As usual, the wound healed right after that drop fell.

'Dammit!'

Noah lost his patience and directly made a long vertical cut starting from his shoulder and ending on his palm.

The wound was deep and many lines of blood flowed out of it.

However, after the bucket was filled by only another eighth of its volume, the cut healed and the blood stopped flowing.

'This will take a while.'

Noah realized as he sighed in helplessness.

If he made those large cuts, the filling speed was somewhat acceptable.

Noah spent the whole night to fill thirty-two buckets with his own blood and then proceeded to immerse in each of them one chameleon bone before finally sealing them and putting them back in his space-ring.