Yuqiongyin

"The fusion of holy water and witch clan power is indeed useful!"

Sylvaly looked at the blond young man, who couldn't help showing a bit of ecstasy on his face. He couldn't help but say to Ivy, "Quick, while she is weak now, try a few more times!!"

Now Vivienne's limbs were paralyzed by holy water mixed with her, and she was hung on the wall with special silver chains. Her body was also cut by countless wounds from the Blood Hunter's holy silver sword.

These are irreversible injuries to the vampires. Relying solely on her own healing abilities, it would be too late to save her and she would be reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Ivy is the most talented and powerful one in the witch clan so far. The ancient witchcraft plus the blessing of holy water can cause great damage to Vivienne, a high-level vampire.

Now Vivienne is completely supported by her trust in Sylvaria, and this body is in urgent need of blood, otherwise she will die soon.

She gritted her teeth and decided to endure it a little longer, as she would be able to take revenge soon.

After hearing this, the old man was so angry that he trembled all over. He slammed the ground with his cane, making a banging sound. He cursed in a low voice: "We didn't capture them to torture them, but for experiments!!"

"This is for selfish reasons." Sylvaria's cold and indifferent voice sounded.

In an instant, the whole room fell silent, and everyone's eyes fell on Sylvaria, all condemning.

"Furier, do you know what you are saying?" the old man asked angrily.

"Of course I know." Sylvaria said calmly, "Regardless of whether the vampires are good or bad, you captured them and used them as experimental subjects. This is selfish."

"You..." The old man was choked and speechless.

Another dark-skinned man said, "This is for the advancement of mankind! Only in this way can we achieve a breakthrough."

"This is just your excuse. You want eternal life but don't want to become a vampire. It's wishful thinking."

Ivy, who was standing aside, had a gloomy expression on her face. She said bluntly, "You are not Fulier, who are you?!"

Sylvaly raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a strange smile, her eyes were full of ridicule and disdain, and her voice was as cold as ice.

"I am indeed not her. I am not as cruel as her. I will not kill you, but who knows what will happen to those who have been tortured by you..."

Before she finished her words, Sylva Lia raised her hand slightly, only to see a cut on her palm, blood oozing out of the wound.

She flicked the blood in her hand lightly, sending it into the mouths of several vampires in the prison.

In an instant, an extremely powerful force, like a surging torrent, quickly filled the bodies of several vampires. The power that was originally suppressed by the holy water and silver was instantly restored and even became stronger.

They opened their eyes wide with a blood-red light flashing in their eyes. This powerful force made them feel extremely excited. They were eager to try and couldn't wait to break free from the restraints and tear apart the enemies in front of them.

The humans in the room felt an unprecedented fear. They looked at those pairs of blood-red eyes, which still emitted a chilling bloodthirsty light even in the darkness, and couldn't help but feel despair in their hearts.

At this moment, these vampires are no longer the lambs to be slaughtered, but have turned into a group of ferocious beasts, ready to break out of the cage and tear them to pieces at any time.

"Are you... the king of the blood clan?" a rough voice asked slowly. The man sitting in the wheelchair turned around, staring at her with eyes as sharp as a knife.

Sylva Ria said nothing. She wove the rose branches into her throne and sat down lazily on it.

She stretched out a hand, palm upward, with a faint blood-red halo spinning in the palm of her hand.

Everyone in the room was grabbed by the neck and lifted up by an invisible force. Their faces were grim and veins bulged.

She looked at these human lambs casually, and really couldn't understand how they could be so courageous.

"His Majesty!"

Several vampires who broke free from the prison knelt one by one in front of Sylvain and saluted respectfully. If it weren't for her, they might have been tortured until they were reduced to ashes.

Sylva Ria frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes: "The agreement is not a decoration."

One of the vampires lowered his head and said with shame on his face: "We wanted to suck some fresh blood from the human world, but we didn't expect to fall into their trap..."

Sylva looked at the humans she controlled and said calmly, "What do you want to do with these guys? Why don't we play a game?"

At this time, the man in the wheelchair pulled at the invisible force with both hands, struggling to speak: "Even if you are the king of the blood clan, so what? We have already researched a way to deal with you, and one day we will destroy all of you!"

Sylvaly raised the corner of her mouth, and gave a mocking smile: "Let's wait and see, we can talk about this after we survive."

After saying that, she waved her hand gently, and the people who were caught fell to the ground.

"Your Majesty?" Vivienne asked softly what she meant.

"Five minutes, let's see if I can survive in your hands."

"Thank you for your reward, Your Majesty." How could Vivienne not understand what she meant? She killed them all in five minutes.

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A hunting game unique to the vampires began, and Sylvaria sat quietly on the high seat, watching everything happening in front of her with indifference.

As the queen of the blood clan, she had not experienced such cruel torture personally, but she understood that even if she had supreme power, she could not make choices for others.

Everyone has his or her own hatred and pain, and only by solving problems through one's own efforts can one truly be liberated.

Therefore, Sylva Ria chose to let this bloody game begin.

Because only when all the grudges and hatreds are resolved will this long journey of revenge come to an end.

As soon as Vivienne teleported to Ivy's side, the black man Bill immediately swung the silver sword in his hand and slashed at her.

She flashed and moved as fast as lightning, and the silver sword only cut off a few strands of her hair.

Vivienne narrowed her eyes and sighed inwardly, "That was a close call!"

At this time, she had not yet fully recovered to her prime and was still afraid of silver. Despite this, Wei Weien still wanted to tear this vicious woman apart directly, but she knew that doing so would risk her life.

She licked her sharp fangs gently, her eyes turned red, and she stared at Ivy.

She knew that after this incident, she might have to start drinking human blood to maintain her life and strength.

In the past, she would not have been willing to do this, but after experiencing the brink of life and death, she had no choice but to make such a difficult decision.

"Bill, I'll leave her to you first. I'm going to save Jeff."

Bill held the silver sword that was emitting a faint glow in both hands, with a ferocious expression. Now that the vampire was vulnerable, he could rely on the power of the silver sword to deal with her.

Sylva Ria, who was standing high above, looked down with indifference. Her eyes were calm and seemed to show no emotion, but she could see through everything that was happening.

When she saw Ivy's actions, she raised her eyebrows slightly. In such a dangerous situation, she was still thinking about that man.