After Signing In For 50 Years, I Became A Blood Clan Boss

【Chapter 16】: Are you really a vampire?

Will the nobles of the royal family kneel down and beg for mercy?

Hearing this, Earl Marston’s face suddenly darkened, and a bloodthirsty and violent aura rose from his body.

It seemed that the sentence angered him.

“The seven major clans are the supreme existence of the blood clan. How can you desecrate the glory bestowed by the ancestors?”

“Disrespectful to the royal family, damn you!”

Marston’s fangs grew two inches, his pupils suddenly turned blood red, and the terrifying power of blood erupted from his body, pressing down on Fang Qingyan with overwhelming momentum, as if to pierce the dome.

hum~

There was a tremor in the space, and a ferocious magic weapon appeared in his hand, which was a blood-red spear.

Murder loomed over.

Fang Qingyan stood still.

“kill!!!”

The roar exploded in his ears.

The figures of the two counts disappeared instantly, and then there was a piercing sound of swords clashing.

Fang Qingyan held the scythe of death and fought with Marston in this spacious hall.

Boom!

Two silhouettes flashed in the space, moving at the limit speed, pulling out afterimages, each time they appeared, they collided with each other.

The blood raged in all directions, and the wind swept all around.

A fierce fight!

“laugh–”

A sound different from the previous one.

Earl Caston stepped back into the distance, his face gloomy, and he looked down.

A terrifying wound more than one meter in length started from the neck, passed through the torso, and spread all the way to the thigh.

The wound is very deep, and you can see the white bones inside, as well as the wriggling internal organs.

Shocking, like a huge ugly centipede.

The scythe of death almost split him in half!

gurgle–

The blood was pouring out, but in an instant, the wound on Marston’s body healed without leaving the slightest scar.

The powerful recovery ability of the blood clan!

The body was cut open, and it was only a small injury.

But Marston was furious like never before.

“Damn, you actually still have the physical and combat skills of my royal family, who are you?!”

His eyes were like a ghost, staring at Fang Qingyan, roaring furiously.

Being at a disadvantage in the fight, he can no longer maintain the demeanor of the royal family.

“You’ve lost your temper.”

Fang Qingyan shook his right hand, the blood on the scythe of death was shaken off, and his face was indifferent: “I am the one who came to kill you.”

“presumptuous!”

Marston was furious, “Don’t be complacent, this earl didn’t show his true strength just now! No matter who you are, you are dead today, I will kill you and eat you!”

In the roar, a strange spiritual power wave was released from him.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyan couldn’t help squinting… Is he finally going to use his super powers?

In melee combat and physical competition, Earl Marston was actually suppressed. He found that he couldn’t defeat Fang Qingyan, who was holding a seven-star magic weapon, and became angry.

“Jie Jie Jie Jie – Necro storm!!!”

Marston grinned, his left hand spread out and held it upwards.

In an instant, there was a miserable wind and mist, ghosts and wolves howled, and magical sounds burst forth.

Dark caves opened up beside him, and there were evil spirits roaring and rushing out, and the dense army of evil spirits rushed towards Fang Qingyan!

These evil spirits are very powerful, with ferocious faces and no entity. Like vampires, they have fangs and claws, and blood-red eyes, like the devil who chooses and devours them.

Marston has the super power to summon an army of undead!

This is very rare among the blood family. As the heir of the Marquis of Bruch, he has been gifted with spiritual power since he was a child.

In the middle of the battle, the army of death is suddenly summoned, and it turns into a gang fight, which is very rogue!

“Hehehehe~ No one can hold my undead army. Even if you are the pinnacle of the earl, you can’t last for a few minutes, and you will be torn to shreds by the evil spirits!”

Marston laughed wildly, this was his trump card, and showing his trump card meant that the victory already belonged to him.

Countless evil spirits rushed towards Fang Qingyan frantically.

He seemed dumbfounded and motionless.

In the blink of an eye, the army of evil spirits drowned him, like a flood engulfing a village.

rumbling—

The castle trembled and shook violently.

Then it collapsed with a bang!

There are too many evil spirits, thousands of them, directly squeezing the hall, turning the luxurious castle building into a pile of ruins.

But Marston didn’t feel the slightest heartache. Although his luxurious castle became Fang Qingyan’s tomb after his death… But he had money!

The overwhelming undead, you squeeze me, I squeeze you, layer by layer, the center is Fang Qingyan, whose life and death are unknown, and there is no movement.

“Should he be dead?”

Marston muttered to himself.

Drops of sweat the size of a bean had oozing out on his forehead.

Although the super power of “Necrostorm” is extremely terrifying, one person can form an army, but the consumption of mental power is too severe.

When he becomes a marquis, he can use it unlimitedly, and he can summon millions of evil spirits and lions with a wave of his hand!

sizzle-

Suddenly, Marston heard a strange sound.

And also smelled a very unpleasant smell of burnt odor.

It was as if the pestle was put into the ant’s nest with a torch, and it burned violently, and it was like a hot oil pan frying stinky tofu…

He looked up and was stunned.

A little red light lit up from the center of the army of evil spirits, and then expanded rapidly, like a dazzling sun.

Where the light passed, all the evil spirits screamed and vanished.

“Boom!”

A yang to just aura soared into the sky.

In an instant, the army of evil spirits was swept away, and thousands of evil spirits turned into nothingness.

A figure radiating red-gold dazzling light slowly walked out, wrapped in golden flames like a snake, like a sun god.

“See… hell!”

Marston could feel the scorching sun’s essence hitting his face.

He suddenly doubted life!

Can a blood clan with extremely negative and soft attributes be transformed into the form of the most masculine and rigid?

Are you really a vampire? *