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However, what appeared in front of him was by no means the Shuo Shu who had fallen into the rice barn as he expected.

On the contrary, she looks like a queen born in this sea of ​​blood.

Her expression was arrogant, and she had no guilt at all about being caught by her master, and she said loudly:

"Standing in front of you is the blood-clothed princess of the Blood Royal Court, the direct descendant of the ancestor of thousands of descendants of the Tepesh family, the inheritor of the tyrant's bloodline, Huniod and Galati (the name of the place in Transylvania). )’s protector, Her Highness Fringila Tepes, if you, a low-level filth that exudes filth and stench, kneel down and kiss my toes immediately, I will consider continuing to tolerate your despicable behavior. Life exists.”

Flingilla wore a bloody crown of thorns on her head, and her milky white skin was covered with bloody totems with a wild atmosphere. She raised her delicate and small chin and proudly looked down at the master who came to apprehend the thief.

Even her body, which originally seemed quite petite, seemed to have grown a lot in an instant, becoming more graceful.

"Damn, despicable thief!"

"how dare you?"

The vampire's pale face turned livid with anger. He had never seen such a shameless thief. He was clearly stealing his own power, but he gave alms with a kind of calmness and condescension that he should have.

It was as if he was a lowly beggar, and the other party was a royal nobleman who was condescending and reluctant to talk to him.

"Answer me, how did you break in?"

He really doesn't understand.

As a user of blood magic, he was not surprised that the other party could control the magic source he had stored. What was surprising was that this woman was able to break through the barriers of space and enter the most secret place in her own little world.

"Your door is unlocked. If you want to come in, you can come in naturally."

Fringilla mocked disdainfully.

The actions of absorbing the power of the devil seemed to be deliberately provoking, becoming more and more exaggerated.

"Stop, stop, give me my power back!"

The vampire let out a piercing scream, and the sound wave with strong resentment set off a huge wave in the sea of ​​blood, carrying an unknown number of vicious evil spirits in it, and wreaked havoc towards Fringilla.

"Enhanced version of Banshee's Wail? Nothing new?"

Fringilla smiled disdainfully. The moment the sound waves rushed in front of her, a blood barrier appeared, causing ripples.

But this was indeed a killing move made by a vampire in anger. The blood barrier was crumbling for a while and was almost destroyed.

She tilted her head slightly and said with a mocking look on her face: "Thank you for the blood magic source that you worked so hard to save for me. Otherwise, it might take a little effort to take your move."

Only then did the vampire realize that the despicable and shameless female thief in front of him was, like himself, almost impossible to kill before the source of blood and magic was exhausted, and he had to get his own magic source back!

His body expanded rapidly.

The ribs are raised high, the shoulders are raised and stretched forward.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a monster with a pair of huge fleshy wings that exuded an ominous aura of deathly gray, as if its skin had been peeled off.

Blood-colored tentacles grew out of its body, burrowed under the sea level where the blood magic materialized, and frantically competed with Fringilla for control of the blood magic.

However, even so, the vampire could only find in horror that he could only wrest less than half of the blood magic control from the other party, and this half of the control was quickly tilted towards the other party.

Because he not only had to fight Flingilla, but also constantly poured the power of the demonic source into the barriers of the small world to resist the powerful attacks of the angelic female knight who used the artifact.

Otherwise, before he can snatch back his own magic source, the female knight will hold the artifact in hand and kill in front of him.

"Even a low-level filth like you is worthy of robbing me of my blood demon source."

Fringilla sneered and opened her arms: "Blood, welcome your queen."

The next moment, the sea of ​​blood boiled.

Endless blood magic surged towards Fringilla crazily.

The sharp bone spurs pierce through the skin and make a clicking sound, forming a white bone armor.

A long sword made of blood lay in front of her. At the hilt, a pale eye stared at the vampire opposite, full of ridicule and disdain.

In the blink of an eye, supported by the abundant blood magic power, she entered the state of "half tyrant".

The sea of ​​blood is boiling.

The gurgling bubbles, the human faces that emerged along with the bubbles, and the souls full of resentment and unwillingness made the entire blood sea look no different from the real blood pool purgatory.

The vampire felt that he was under increasing pressure.

It gritted its teeth and squeezed out a few obscure syllables.

next moment.

One after another souls gathered in front of it like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, turning into a sword of death entwined with negative aura - it had realized that it could not defeat Fringilla at the level of blood magic.

The only possibility of breaking the situation lies in another power in one's hands.The power of death.

"Go to hell, you bastard!"

The sword of death swung down.

Like a scythe harvesting life, one soul after another screamed miserably on the blade.

"Ashes to ashes."

“To earth return to earth.”

Fringilla recited a spell in a low voice, and the blood magic was consumed crazily, causing a depression to appear in the sea of ​​​​blood beneath her feet in a short time, and the blood around her quickly surged in, until it turned into a huge whirlpool.

The souls lingering on the death sword dissipated and collapsed one by one, and the death power entangled on it was also rapidly weakening.

When Flingilla got closer, it was only slightly embedded in the blood barrier, and then it dissipated powerlessly.

Fringilla raised the corners of her mouth and smiled sarcastically.

"The realm of death is something that not even a few vampires in the royal court have mastered. Even if a despicable filth like you gets involved by chance, it's still far from being able to use it openly - with such power, you still have the nerve to use it. Against the enemy?"

"Instead of relying on some precious phantoms, stepping on the shoulders of the sages, and luckily peeking into some of the mysteries of death, you yourself have truly become a god who controls death. Your attainments in the realm of death are much better than that silly big guy holding a shield. , are far from each other.”

Faced with such vicious ridicule, the vampire's heartstrings could no longer be tightened.

It can even sense that the small world is gradually beginning to collapse due to insufficient supply of blood magic.

And it is impossible for it to capture this despicable and shameful thief in a short period of time.

Death seemed destined to be its ending.

Fringilla did not dare to relax at this time.

Her family knew her own affairs, and this vampire's attainments in the realm of death were by no means as shallow as she said - otherwise, she wouldn't have had to pay such a heavy price to enter here.

"Even death."

"I'm going to hold you back too!"

Its face became more and more twisted and terrifying with anger.

In the sea of ​​blood, the souls imprisoned by it for countless years surged towards him at this moment, and the blood magic it controlled would no longer spend a single cent to maintain the existence of the small world.

All the power converges into its body.

The aura of terror made even Fringilla, who was used to seeing big figures in the Blood Court, feel afraid that she might have gotten away with it.

But she still refused to admit defeat, and while frantically squeezing the blood demon source stolen from her opponent, she mocked: "As humble as you, no matter how angry you are, what can you do to me?"

"Kill you!"

"Swallow you!"

The vampire roared wildly.

It has not completely lost its mind, but the remaining reason tells it that a lowly and dirty vampire like itself, like the other party, exudes the word "noble" from head to toe, and even the blood magic is full of vitality. The vampires are like dirt and gold compared to each other.

"Come to judgment, sinner."

A high-pitched shout suddenly sounded.

Like a drop of water spilled from a frying pan, the whole world of blood boiled again.

"Bad woman, you're here!"

Fringilla's face was full of surprise.

I saw countless sacred inscriptions engraved on the golden holy spear blooming with endless light.

Fringilla didn't hold back the blood blade in her hand, and threw it out with all the magic power she had summoned.

The angel with golden wings spread out, facing the same wings on his back, bathed in blood, looks like the figure of the Scarlet Queen, like a famous painting of the world of angels and demons.

finally.

The blood blade intersected with the holy spear and pierced the vampire's body at the same time.

At this moment, two completely opposite forces had a violent conflict and collision. The strong impact caused the vampire's powerful body, which could be called the "immortal body", to turn into ashes and disappear without even holding on for a breath. .

At the moment when his breath was gradually wiped out by the violent magic, the vampire, who briefly regained his senses, had only one thought left.

"If there really is the Blood Royal Court you mentioned, why would low-level blood creatures like us be born again?"