Orson, looking through the Mirror of Folding, couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath. The biggest flaw of magic-based NPCs was their long casting time, but this didn’t apply to quasi-God-tier War Supreme who possessed unique abilities.
With the powerful Body Domination buff, once cast, it didn’t trigger any magic backlash and granted immunity to attacks below the level of Forbidden Curse for a certain period.
Ghost King’s eyes snapped open, her terrifying killing intent forcing Hillogu to retreat repeatedly, before she barked, “Kill him now!”
“My throne shall be built on blood!”
“My killing intent reaches the very heavens!”
Ghost King’s voice echoed like a curse, and with a resounding flap, her blood wings unfurled, lifting her into the air as if a true god had descended to the mortal realm!
Her pupils shifted, one glowing white, the other red, as if life and death had merged. The overwhelming aura of War Supreme radiated from her, tearing through the surrounding buildings.
A massive city made of blood appeared above her, and a rolling blood mist surged forward, as if threatening to engulf the entire secret realm.
“My law: Blood Burn!”
“Endless Resurrection!”
The entire Ghost King palace, now plunged into darkness, began to tremble. The already dilapidated structures collapsed in waves.
“Here comes the main course!” Orson’s eyes narrowed, noticing the ground crack beneath the blood mist.
Countless coffins were being pushed up from underground, filling the space around them.
Thud!
With a forceful motion, the coffins’ lids were thrown open, and grotesque, robust corpses sat up with stiff movements. These were the undead from thousands of years ago, confusedly looking toward the Ghost King Palace, recognizing their true ruler.
Then, a tendril of blood mist coalesced into a bloodstone, embedding itself in the chest of the first undead. In an instant, their shriveled muscles regained vitality, and their bodies started to regenerate!
The bloodline of the Blood Clan responded to the call of their Ancestor, returning from the distant past.
“Fallen Blade! Come forth!”
Ghost King’s hollow eyes shone with radiant light again. She let out a command, raising her slightly shorter staff towards the sky, causing an overwhelming bloodlight to shoot up to the floating Ghost King Palace!
“Warning! Ghost King has unleashed the Forbidden Curse — Fallen Blade!”
“This Blood Demon spell is exclusive to Ghost King!”
“Any undead army wielding the Fallen Blade will have their attack power increased by 10,000! Crit damage increased by 10x! They can also summon Fallen Pegasus to fight!”
The prompt echoed as countless blood-red weapons descended from the sky, landing accurately beside the undead army.
Ursula: “Adventurer, your ignorance surprises me.”
Hearing Ursula’s voice, Orson was momentarily speechless.
“…Ten times crit, Infinite Resurrection for 30 minutes, and they can even fly into battle?”
Orson swallowed hard. This time, it seemed like he might have truly overestimated his abilities…
The deep drumming of war sounded like the beating of a heart, and the air was thick with killing intent.
“I—will fight for Emperor Winona in the heavens!”
“Blood Clan! Blood Clan!”
“Long live! Long live!”
The Blood Clan army surged forward, wielding forbidden weapons that glowed like bloodstones. The war cries echoed throughout the secret realm.
Orson’s skin tingled. The battle intent felt like a storm tearing through everything, as if it were aimed directly at the Heavenly God Kingdom.
Over a dozen blood-drenched battle flags rose into the air, their symbols of the Ghost King and the Weeping Angel fluttering in the gale.
The bloodstained banners bore inscriptions:
“Iron Axe Guard Army: 220,000 enemy heads taken, six dragons slain — Dragon Slayer!”
“Thorn Flower Camp: 360,000 enemy heads taken, three Vilitian beasts slain — Skybreaker!”
“Rampant Serpent Disaster Legion: Seven cities of the unrighteous nobles taken, eight Dragon Riders killed — Fearless!”
Orson’s eyes narrowed. These soldiers were not random stragglers. The Blood Clan warriors were filled with an ominous killing intent, like a monstrous beast ready to devour all life.
They had delivered heavy blows to the elite legions of both great empires under the leadership of the fallen angel Winona!
“You’ve come to your own burial ground.”
“You will be buried here with my bloodline forever.” Ghost King lifted her gaze coldly, her body exuding the majesty of a king as she sighed, “Although you’re not Gaedashiram, you carry his scent, but how can I rest my lands with you here?”
“What does that have to do with me?” Orson scoffed.
Ursula snorted, “Adventurer, the human race is fickle, just like God-Emperor, you are no different!”
Meanwhile, Ghost King looked nostalgic. Orson raised an eyebrow as a background introduction to the Blood Clan army appeared in front of him:
Thousands of years ago, the Blood Clan infiltrated the empire like a sharp blade, deeply embedding themselves in the empire’s heart. They destroyed over ten major cities of the Light Dragon Empire, even advancing to the gates of the imperial capital.
After months of fierce fighting with the imperial city’s guard, and with God-Emperor’s fall, the Blood Clan army lost its backup.
In a critical misstep, Ghost King was not only sealed by Tulikiki, but the majority of her bloodline soldiers perished in the imperial capital.
The surviving forces could only retreat.
Ghost King had begged for mercy, but the Light Dragon Emperor had only pretended to comply. Once the Blood Clan had retreated to their base, the emperor’s four great families encircled the Ghost King Palace.
Knowing the situation was dire, Ghost King negotiated with the four Light Dragon Duke, agreeing to lay down arms to allow her people to escape, seeking only a slim hope of preserving her bloodline.
The brutal executions in Ghost King Palace lasted six months, ending only when the last Blood Clan soldier was executed.
But once again, the imperial nobles betrayed their word, and the descendants of the Blood Clan, now wandering in the streets, became nothing more than playthings for the empire’s elite.
The Blood Slaves could no longer be considered human, not even beasts or livestock. They were mere tools for others’ pleasure—this was the price of negotiating with the human race.
“The human race must be slaughtered!”
A Blood Clan warrior, larger than usual with massive arms, roared. In his hands, a blood-red longbow materialized, drawing back the string to lock onto Orson.
Whoosh!
An arrow cut through the air with a sonic boom.
“Ten times crit—200,000!”
“Bleed Curse—30,000!”
“Bleed Curse—30,000!”
…
Orson’s brow furrowed as the Crimson Lizard King let out a painful roar. A black arrow struck its abdomen, and a strange red magic rune spread across the wound. Dragon blood poured out as the arrow dealt an astonishing 300,000 damage to the Crimson Lizard King!