Yuqiongyin

A voice came from a dark castle.

"With my most pious heart, I welcome the Queen's awakening."

There were a few crows crowed outside the window, and the moonlight illuminated the room.

It was a crystal coffin, clear and translucent like ice and snow, with delicate patterns carved on it, emitting a cold breath.

It was placed in the center of the hall, surrounded by countless blood-red roses and candles, and above it was a translucent black gauze curtain that was barely visible. When the breeze blew open the curtain, it looked mysterious and solemn.

The person lying in the crystal coffin had silver hair falling on both sides like waterfalls, shining with a faint light like a silver moon.

Her face was calm and peaceful, her tightly closed eyes seemed like she was sleeping, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing a hint of life.

The faint dark shadows under her eyes made her look more like a tired sleeping beauty, which made people feel pity for her.

She was wearing a dark red dress. The velvet material made her skin look even whiter, like a blooming blood-red rose.

The beautifully embroidered skirt was inlaid with gorgeous rubies, which sparkled faintly like stars in the night sky.

There are dark red lines on the back of the folded hands, and a black bat with spread wings and blood dripping from the corner of its mouth, symbolizing the power of darkness and bloodthirstiness.

This is a symbol of her noble status and the source of her power.

The whole scene was full of mystery and solemnity, as if time had stood still.

The vampires stared silently at the woman in the crystal coffin, waiting for her to wake up.

Around the crystal coffin, a group of men in black were kneeling. Their figures blended into the thick night, making them difficult to detect.

These are the elders of the blood clan. They kneel on the ground with solemn expressions, holding tightly in their hands the scepters that symbolize power and status.

They sang softly in low, ancient voices an ancient and gorgeous hymn.

The singing echoed in the air with a solemn atmosphere.

As the melody of the hymn gradually reaches its climax——

At this critical moment, a young man carefully dripped the pure blood from his palm onto the inky flower bud in the center of the crystal coffin.

Every drop of blood was absorbed by the flower bud, without any waste.

The black rose buds began to bloom one by one, and the strong fragrance filled the air. The originally inky petals gradually faded, replaced by bright blood red.

The flowers bloom to their fullest in an instant, then quickly wither, like a short and beautiful dream.

At this moment, the vampire king in the coffin slowly opened her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her deep purple-red eyes were full of calm indifference, and an elusive sense of mystery.

This is their vampire lord who has awakened from a long sleep, full of endless beauty and nobility.

He raised his finger, and the heavy crystal coffin lid slowly rose, revealing the sleeping woman inside.

Eskalot Sylvaria lay quietly in the crystal coffin, looking at everything in the sky with lazily eyes.

She took a breath and then slowly sat up from the crystal coffin.

The slender fingers, pale and sickly, just lightly placed on the edge of the coffin, and the surrounding blood-red roses seemed to have found their owner. They quickly grew roots and vines and intimately wrapped around the slender fingers.

Escarlot Sylvaria glanced at the vampires kneeling on the ground, and finally stopped at a figure.

That figure is the most eye-catching among the vampires, not because of his outstanding appearance or powerful strength, but because he exudes a human breath.

This aura seems particularly abrupt among the many vampires, but it carries an indescribable attraction.

The surrounding vampires all knelt on their knees, not daring to look up at Silvaria.

However, this man was different. He bowed his head and knelt on one knee with a calm and graceful movement, as if he was paying tribute to himself.

He stood up slowly, his tall and straight figure standing out among the vampires.

He walked up to Sylvaria, bowed slightly, extended a hand, and said softly: "Greetings, Her Majesty the Queen."

Sylvaria slowly raised her head, her deep purple eyes met his, and then she placed her hand on his, her movements gentle and graceful.

"A new blood servant? What's his name?"

Her voice was indifferent enough to penetrate the silence, as if it had traversed the endless void, ethereal and distant.

"My name is Lucas, Escarlot Lucas."

He curled his lips into a smile, then slightly closed them, and his slender five fingers wrapped her hand tightly in his palm.

Then he leaned over and kissed her hand reverently, his lips lightly touching the back of her hand, bringing a warm touch.

"Ah."

She nodded slightly in response.

Sylvarea didn't care about his actions, she was just curious that the family would agree to the name Lucas.

Lucas is related to "light" or "illumination", which means bringing light and hope, and illuminating the path of life.

She used her strength to stand up, stepped barefoot into the crystal coffin, and looked at the vampires calmly, while they were also observing her quietly.

Her Majesty the Queen, who possesses the most noble bloodline of the vampire race, appears to be nonchalant, but in fact she is in control of the overall situation.

Before she fell asleep, Escarlot Sylvaria was the representative of power among the vampires. She was only a hundred years old, which was considered very young among the vampires.

Within just a few decades of her inheriting the Eskarot family, she had brought the family back to the top of the eleven clans.

The Eskarot family is regarded as a predator in the dark, and its history is full of legends of bloodthirstiness and B-force. The ancestor of the family was a vampire prince who signed a contract with the dark forces and gained immortality and endless power.

Most of the members of the Escalot family possess vampire traits, such as immortality, great strength, and a thirst for blood. Their family castle stands on a high mountain shrouded in darkness all year round, far away from human settlements.

After awakening the bloodline of the original ancestor, she exuded a powerful and mysterious aura, which gave her a natural suppressive power over all vampires.

After that, she single-handedly made the eleven proud but fragmented clans submit to her, and the elders of the blood clan also obeyed her.

When the vampires smelled her scent from afar, their bodies would tremble involuntarily, their legs would become weak, and they would even be unable to stand.

At this moment, Lucas, a human, stood quietly beside her. Her wavy silver hair like seaweed fluttered in the wind, gently brushing his cheeks and shoulders, as soft and smooth as silk.

"Your Majesty, please...please enjoy..."

The maid was afraid of Sylvaria's aura and tremblingly handed over the wine glass.

Sylvaria gracefully lifted the wine glass and drank the fresh blood in it.

Spots of bright red blood slid down the corners of her mouth and stained her pale skin, looking particularly strange.

The originally gorgeous face also took on a sinister aura because of the blood color.