Yuqiongyin

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think you’ll see this day.”

Sylva Ria lowered her head slightly, a faint smile on her lips, gentle and calm.

She raised her hand gracefully, and a blood-red halo appeared on her palm, radiating light.

The indestructible barrier just now has quietly expanded to cover the entire altar.

She clenched her fists lightly, and as she moved, the barrier quickly shrank, tightly surrounding Jeff's figure.

"Your Majesty, I am the one who should be apologizing."

The imprisoned Jeff widened the smile on his face, revealing a hint of ferocity, "No one can leave here today!"

There was some excitement in Jeff's words, and his tone was full of pride. He raised his head slightly, as if he had already mastered everything and seemed to have foreseen the arrival of victory.

In order to gain the power of immortality, he has killed too many people over the past hundred years. Now he is finally going to obtain the power and talent of the vampire king and transform it into his own use.

His empty eyes were filled with desire and greed. A ball of black mist condensed out of thin air behind him and rushed straight towards Sylvaria.

She did not dodge. As Jeff clenched his fingers, the black gas surrounded Sylvaria, but it could not hurt her at all.

"Heh!" Sylva snorted coldly, and a powerful force burst out from her body, instantly blowing away the black air.

Seeing this, Jeff's face changed, and he once again condensed a more powerful black energy and attacked Sylvaria. He knew that if he wanted to defeat Sylvaria, the king of the blood clan, he had to use all his strength.

This time, the black energy was like a black snake, with its fangs bared, rushing towards Sylvaria with endless power.

Sylvaria felt the pressure, but only a little.

Her silver hair was blown by the wind, and a light flashed in her purple-red eyes. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, making her look particularly creepy in the deserted land illuminated by the blood moon.

Sylva Ria waved her hand, and a blood-red light shot out from her hand, colliding with the black air.

For a moment, the red and black forces intertwined to form a huge vortex, and Alex fell into a coma.

The power that imprisoned Jeff seemed unable to withstand the tremendous pressure and cracks began to appear.

The vortex exploded, and after the aftermath, all that was seen was a cloud of dust.

Jeff appeared behind Sylvaria in a flash, "Go to hell!"

A hideous smile appeared on his face, and just when the blow was about to touch Sylvaria, her figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Because of inertia, he fell forward and rolled on the ground several times before standing up again, looking very embarrassed.

"Don't dream of things that don't belong to you."

Sylvaria's chilling words seemed to come from all directions and fell into Jeff's ears.

He looked around but couldn't find Sylvaria at all, so he ignored the fact that the spell on the altar was slowly shrinking.

Jeff felt something dripping on his forehead. He opened his mouth and found that he could no longer make any sound.

His body began to tremble violently, as if countless insects were gnawing at his flesh and blood.

When I raised my hand, I found that my whole body was slowly rotting, or rather, it was supposed to rot.

Jeff was suddenly frightened. He opened his eyes wide and wanted to say something, but only gurgling sounds came out of his throat.

He tried to cover his mouth with his hands, but his fingers easily passed through his cheeks, as if his body had turned into a ball of mud.

He watched in horror as his body gradually melted away, leaving only a pile of bones and a pool of blood, obscuring the flickering light of the spell.

"How...how is this possible? I...got it..."

Before Jeff could utter the word "eternal life", his voice stopped abruptly. His soul was swallowed by a powerful force, and he rolled over in pain until he turned to ashes.

Sylvalia stood quietly by, watching Jeff's soul gradually dissipate, without a ripple in her heart. This was the fate of the greedy.

Damn.

*

Alex slept in a daze for three days and three nights in the castle of Eskarot, and finally woke up slowly.

However, the moment he woke up, he immediately felt extreme pain.

This kind of pain was almost unbearable for him, as if his whole body was about to fall apart, and indeed he was almost falling apart now.

He held his forehead tightly against his chest, trying to recall what happened before he passed out.

Fuzzy memories gradually emerged, and he remembered that he was kicked against a tree trunk by Sylvaria, and then everything became a little blurry.

Before he fell into a coma, he remembered hearing Sylvaria talking to someone, but the specific content was unclear.

As for how he got back here, he had no idea at all.

"come..."

Alex shouted with difficulty at the top of his voice. He was now covered in bandages and nails and could not move at all.

As he looked at the layout, he realized that he was not in the human palace, but still in the castle of the Escarlot family. The maid who usually took care of him was naturally not there.

It is better to rely on oneself than on others. Alex struggled to get up and prepared to get out of bed, but he had no strength at all and rolled off the bed.

His whole body was in so much pain that he couldn't move or go back. There was no one in the room, so Alex could only sulk by himself.

I don't know how long it took before Kula opened the door and walked in, "Brother! Are you okay?!"

Kula anxiously wanted to help Alex up, but she forgot that he was covered in wounds. This action made Alex grimace in pain.

When he returned to bed, Alex noticed that his sister was covered in dust and looked disheveled.

He frowned and asked in a low voice: "How could you be like this? Isn't there anyone in the castle to take care of you?"

Kula couldn't hold back her tears and sobbed as she replied, "Sylvaria doesn't care about us at all. The guards have been driven out. In addition to having someone guarding outside, we need to do everything ourselves!"

"What about her?"

Even though she was the King of the Blood Clan, whose strength was nothing to worry about, even though she had beaten him to the point of being crippled and now he could only lie in bed...

Hearing Sylvaria's name, Alex couldn't help but ask.

Kula wiped her tears, her tone carrying a hint of grievance, "She sent my brother here and left, how come my brother was injured so badly, and she was unharmed, she obviously did it on purpose!"

"Okay, Kula, don't cry, I'm fine." Alex could only comfort his sister softly. It seemed that she had become more obedient after not seeing her for a few days.

"I'm going to make something for my brother..."

Alex forced a smile and asked, "You haven't been hungry these days, have you?"

"No, I did do some when I went to the countryside for a few days."

"That's good."

Speaking of this, Alex couldn't help but think that it was Sylvaria who arranged for Kula to go to the countryside. Perhaps he should thank her.