People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 482
The iron helmet rolled to the ground with a crisp sound.

Lothar stepped on the helmet and frowned slightly - this was a divine creature that had some power over death.

He didn't know where this vampire got such ability, but fortunately, he won.

He took off his Holy Cross plate armor and took out a bottle of mental recovery potion from the lining pocket of the armor. This was the last bottle he had left.

The battle was difficult, but in fact he was far from being pushed to the end of his rope.

For some reason, Lothar found that the Shenghui was being consumed much slower than he expected during his first long-term battle.

After thinking about it, Lothar could only sigh: "Probably, this is God's family."

Thinking this way, it's not all a joke.

After all, even the Tree of Life has been called the "Sacred Tree" and "Tower of Babel", and has been visited by pilgrims for a long time. It has acquired divinity. He, "Saint Rosa", has been called "Saint Losa" for a long time. Maybe it can really be a little bit sacred.

Spiritual power is like gurgling spring water, constantly replenished.

Lothar looked around, still seeing a bloody world.

He put on his armor again and fell into deep thought.

"So, what do I do now?"

"What should I do now?"

Cellinina was confused.

She knew that she should find a way to find out the identity of the enemy, but now, in the world she was in, there was not even a single figure to be seen.

Stay where you are for a moment.

She chose to sit on the ground.

Two sharp blue swords were nailed in front of her.

She silently took out a handkerchief and wiped the sword in her hand.

Her movements were not fast, she was precise and meticulous.

By the time she finished wiping the first sword, the confusion in her eyes had completely disappeared, replaced by the sharp vertical eyes of a beast.

The sword is out of its sheath.

Wait for the opportunity.

Under the bloody dome.

The werewolf, whose body was bathed in dirty blood and whose hair was tangled, looked like an unmatched evil god, fighting his way out of the monster group despite being in a sorry state.

"What a stupid beast."

The vampire's face appeared on the dome, showing a sneer.

This reckless guy easily pulled it into another independent space without even using his strength.

"Just stay here and take your time."

"Along with these blood puppets who can never be killed cleanly."

The vampire's face gradually disappeared from the dome. His time was limited, and his main focus was still on the female knight holding an artifact in her hand.

Oh, it's ridiculous.

How could the spear in the hands of that imperial man, Longinus, be so powerful?
Take a real artifact and pass it off as an antique, but it really belongs to you.

The vampire's face grew paler.

But just as it was about to disappear.

The burly werewolf held a blood puppet in each hand and raised his head.

His mouth was full of sharp teeth, stained with the dirty blood of the blood puppet.

His mouth moved.

As if to say: "I found you."

boom--

The two bloody puppets smashed into the vampire's face with the sound of howling wind.

But the vampire's figure still disappeared.

But when he reappeared, his face was stained with filthy blood, and he no longer had his usual calmness and elegance.

"Damn, damn it!"

"This filthy stupid beast can actually find my true identity!"

The furious vampire immediately returned to the space where the wolf was imprisoned and used all possible means to kill it.

But that's it.He suddenly felt something strange.

A sneer appeared on his face: "He is also a stupid and ridiculous guy. Does she really think that I will go in my true form?"

As the opponent who brings him the most profound sense of danger among all people, he will never appear in front of Jeanne in person. What appears in front of her is just a puppet pretending to be his face.

But soon, the smile on his face solidified.

"Damn, her target wasn't me at all."

"She wants to break up this space!"

"Who does she think she is?"

There was a manic look on his face, because he really felt that the world he controlled was really shaken by his own efforts - this was simply unbelievable.

Even legendary wizards, as long as they are not experts in space magic, cannot shake their own world.

This is a world created by him after hundreds of years of collecting many artifacts left by ancient gods and extracting the divinity from them!

If it were not for the blood source collected in advance, it would be difficult for him to maintain the long-term existence of this world. In his long life, he only used it twice in total, and the first time, the person who died here was a legend. wizard.

"I can feel it."

"The smell of that bad woman Jeanne."

In the darkness, the golden glow flashed away.

In Freimeburg.

Fringilla suddenly tightened her grip on Kors's arm: "Stop, stop, I have locked the source of blood magic stored by the enemy."

Coors stopped hastily.

He looked at Fringilla with a worried look, but found that she just waved her blue-gray palms: "The bad woman is burning herself again - people like her always think that others can't succeed without her. .”

She raised her face and forced a smile: "Don't worry about me, Kurs, take me to the basement. While I'm in my current state and haven't recovered from the zombie transformation, we have to hurry up."

"it is good!"

Kors picked up Fringilla and his figure flashed rapidly.

When he appeared in the basement of the castle, he couldn't help but stumbled and almost fell to the ground. The process of controlling the dead body seal had almost drained all his blood magic power.

"Coors, leave the rest to me."

"Yes, ma'am."

Kors opened his mouth, his eyes still full of worry, but in the end he said nothing.

Fringilla looked around.

It was obviously just a basement with ordinary furnishings, with some debris piled inside, but her pupils seemed to reflect a purgatory filled with blood and death.

She raised her blue-grey arms, the power of death still flowing through her body.

But fortunately, with the guidance of the bad woman's aura, she didn't have to go to the point of completely transforming herself into an undead creature.

"It's obviously delicious and pure blood magic, but if it looks like there are countless corpses and skeletons floating around, the vampires in this world are really disgusting."

She muttered vaguely as her sharp nails, flashing with the green aura of death, streaked through the air in front of her.

The next moment, it was like tearing off the disguised oil painting.

The entire basement was immediately filled with the pungent smell of blood.

In the bottomless abyss that seems to lead deep into the heart of the earth, blood drips from the cliffs and gathers into an ocean. Countless malicious souls inside are roaring and screaming, just like a bloody purgatory.

Visible to the naked eye, this sea of ​​blood is rapidly withering.

"Bad woman, please take it easy."

"These will all be mine soon."

Almost without hesitation, she stepped into the abyss.

Kors didn't even have time to say anything, he just watched Fringilla and the bloody world that he had just revealed the tip of the iceberg disappearing together.

"Damn thief!"

"Who dares to steal my magic source?"

The vampire was furious.

The operation of the small world is always dependent on the source of blood and magic. He stores the magic source in the world of death, just like humans filling firewood into the bottom of a pot. Once the magic source is lost, the entire small world will be shattered.

This is a work that he spent countless years working on.

It is also the biggest support for his strength. Without this small world, he would be no different from those vampires who live in the countryside and are always worried about being attacked by wizards or demon hunters.

(End of this chapter)