Chapter 91 [Blood Demonic Sword (Deirdre)] In the castle hall. As the thick blood mist dispersed and the ground shook, the elegant atmosphere that had been carefully decorated here disappeared. The vampires present all looked at the tall figure in the blood mist with inexplicable horror. Don’t look at it, Shane and Deirdre have already fought several times. In fact, it all happened in a blink of an eye. From the moment Shane took action to Deirdre disintegrating into a mist of blood, it took less than half a minute in total. Many vampires are still concentrating on besieging Fei Ya, who is steaming all over. Looking back, he found that his mistress had turned into a ball of blood mist! “Damn, what’s with that power and speed?” “Is he really human?”
Amid the chaos, even Fei Ya, the igniter of the whole incident, couldn't help showing a surprised expression. “That guy…is really not an ordinary person.” Before Deirdre came forward, Fei Ya vaguely noticed that the figure was different from other vampires, so she couldn't help but take a second look. “He is actually the weird man in black yesterday?” The noise caused by the mysterious man in black last night was not small, and it attracted the attention of almost half of the survivors and vampires in the city. It was because of his intervention that Fei Ya was able to take the opportunity to gather a group of survivors with considerable strength. Kefeiya also clearly remembered that under the encirclement and suppression of the vampires, the man in black was outnumbered and was eventually beheaded. Resurrection from the dead? Or other special abilities? What is the "God Thief" that the vampires call? Furthermore, after witnessing the battle just now, Feiya had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu. It was like the opponent's exaggerated physical fitness and simple and rough fighting style...where had he seen it before? Boom! ! Suddenly, a loud noise came from the other direction of the castle, interrupting Feiya's thoughts. He suddenly beamed with joy and said in his heart: "It's done!" Although Fei Ya has a straightforward temper, he is not a foolhardy man. He who came to the banquet hall was actually just a bait to attract the attention of the vampires. The remaining survivors are responsible for sneaking into the back door of the castle and rescuing the captives who have not yet been served to the table. At this point, Feiya should have retreated immediately and joined the other survivors.
But looking at the figure in the blood mist, a bold idea came to his mind. Their group, together with this mysterious man of unknown origin, maybe...can wipe out all the vampires in this castle? Just as Feiya had this idea, she suddenly heard a harsh scream, faintly coming from high up. In my perception, there are two more powerful auras that are no less powerful than the mistress of the Falon family, and they are approaching quickly! “No, the scream she just made was calling for the patriarchs of other families!” “Come so fast!” Feiya's complexion changed slightly, she took a deep look at the figure in the blood mist, and thought to herself. “Friends, take care!” Then, he quickly took advantage of the chaos and left the castle. … … the other side. Blood mist lingers. Countless roars, whispers, and murmurs, like living creatures, kept drilling into Xia En's ears. Some of these voices are filled with anger and hatred, some are full of deceptive power, and some... are like some kind of pollution that has penetrated into the flesh and blood. After discovering that physical attacks were ineffective against Shane, Deirdre had no choice but to adopt another fighting method. “How dare you force me to show such an ugly look...” “Kill you! Kill you! Kill you!” “I will drain all your blood and hang your body in front of the castle gate!” An unusually wild, even unidentifiable roar sounded from the blood mist. Obviously, maintaining this form of blood mist also places a great burden on Deirdre, and may be rapidly eroding her rationality. “If you can do it, go ahead and try it.” Xia En just responded lightly. He could feel that the blood mist around him was eroding his body, trying to enter the body and contaminate the blood in the blood vessels. For ordinary people, such an infection must be extremely troublesome, and they may quickly lose control of their bodies. However, the projected body has no blood. Get rid of the [Ship Soul Power ] that keeps appearing on the panel! 】Except for the reminder, this erosion has almost no effect. It's like scratching an itch.
As for the mental pollution in the blood mist... Shaan was on guard at first, but he soon discovered that apart from the fact that the noises were a bit noisy, they seemed to be of no use at all? Perhaps his mental resistance has increased with the improvement of the [Mysterious] attribute. Perhaps he has seen some more terrifying existences. Or some other reason... “This kind of pollution, whether compared with the huge guys in the depths of [Secret Sea], the forbidden relics in [Ember Sanctuary], or the previous Scarlet Lord... is far behind!” “Even the side effects of [Hui Jiao Amulet] are incomparable.” Xia En thought in a strange mood: "Is this the third form of the family matron?" However, due to the special nature of the blood mist state, Xia En's physical attacks were difficult to take effect, and the two sides fell into a brief stalemate. But soon, the screams coming from high in the castle also attracted Xia En's attention. “Did you really call for reinforcements?” “Hahahaha... [God Thief], you are dead!” Deirdre, who was also aware of this, laughed wildly. "No matter what means you have, if the three patriarchs take action together, there is only a miserable death waiting for you!" "Oh, really?" “Then let me try this trick...” Before he finished speaking, Xia En raised the **** sword with both hands. In an instant, a strange attraction spread from its surface and began to capture the blood-colored mist floating around. “You, what are you doing!?” Upon seeing this, Deirdre's voice immediately contained strong disbelief and horror. Xia En chuckled and said, "I have discovered a long time ago that the quality of your blood is very good." “Then, the weapons made from them must be very useful, right?” 【The secret art of blood modeling! 】 Under normal circumstances, it would certainly be difficult for Shane to directly control the blood of Deirdre, the matron of the family. But now, she has decomposed herself into the tiniest blood mist particles, her mental state is unstable, and her control over her body has been greatly weakened. And this became Xia En’s opportunity! It’s not that he didn’t do anything just now, but he was carefully sensing the state of the blood mist. Now is the time to take action! –
The **** sword trembled violently. The suction force becomes more and more powerful, sucking out the surrounding viscous blood mist like a vortex. “No, don’t! Stop it!” “Please! As long as you stop, I’m willing to give everything!” Deirdre roared in fear. She felt that her life force and secret power were flowing away rapidly, all being violently plundered and poured into this big sword. This feeling is so terrible. It is like becoming a pig or sheep to be slaughtered, or a dish at a banquet. It cannot resist and can only be grabbed and enjoyed by the other party. —And when ordinary people are treated as blood food, don’t they have similar feelings? “I will come and get everything you have.” Xia En said calmly. He had no intention of stopping, but instead used all his strength to activate his talent [Blood Power] to speed up the absorption. As the blood mist blended into the great sword little by little, it gradually underwent a strange transformation, which originally looked a bit rough. The sword body and hilt became heavier and heavier. A unique scarlet luster appeared on the sword's edge. A dark black line began to spread along the sword body from bottom to top, and flickered like breathing. Beyond the blood mist. Many vampires had no idea what was happening. I felt that the blood mist began to become lighter and lighter, the strange figure became clearer and clearer, and the breath became more and more terrifying. A somewhat ominous premonition hung over them. “Could it be that...the mistress is going to lose?” “This, how is this possible?” Fortunately, at this moment, two figures, one tall and one short, broke into the castle gate. “He is the patriarch of the Sethis family and the Kaler family!” Someone shouted in surprise. The territories of these two families are located near the Falon family, so they can come to support as soon as possible. The patriarch of the Sethis family, Dolan Sethis, is a tall and thin middle-aged man with a neat mustache. He said in a reproachful tone: "Deirdre is really going back to life. A perfectly good blood feast made her end up like this."
The short young man next to him, Warren Kaler, was also a little dissatisfied. "After the matter is resolved, she will have to reward us with a batch of good blood food." "exactly." The two people sounded a little disinterested, and they were not worried about Deirdre's safety. What these vampires are most proud of is their strong vitality. Even if you are seriously injured, even if your body is split into two, as long as you draw fresh blood, you can quickly heal as before. on the other hand. The arrogance and arrogance of the vampires are engraved in their blood. Even though Deirdre sent out a plea for help, they still felt a bit contemptuous in their hearts. However, after seeing the scene clearly, the two clan leaders were stunned. There was no trace of Deirdre in the hall, and the blood mist also dissipated. There, there was only a strange figure whose face could not be seen clearly. At his feet were the shriveled corpses of many vampires, with horror and fear still on their faces. In his hand was a weird big sword. The dark red sword body seems to be made of blood, but it is extremely solid and heavy. On the blade of the sword, blood and dark lines were constantly squirming and flowing, and seemed to be whining and roaring. It is obvious that this sword is alive. Moreover, it seems that a soul is imprisoned in it, and it will never be released for eternity. “[The God Thief]? Shouldn’t he be dead?” Dolan was horrified: "This sword? Could Deirdre..." He didn't have time to think too much, but the figure had already strode forward with unstoppable power and struck his head with a sword! (End of this chapter)