After I collapsed, I became a succubus

In the evening, under the assignment of the castle steward Spencer, the female officer in charge of the castle's affairs, Megan, arranged for the palace people to take Lucian, who was thinking about the escape route in the room, to bathe and dress up.

Lucian sat in front of the carved mirror expressionlessly, letting the maids apply a balm on his face that was said to make the skin softer and smoother.

He thought that after he fled here, he didn't want to see this kind of thing for at least three years.

Spencer, the butler, and Megan, the magistrate, had been here in the time spent adorning him.After Spencer checked Lucian's status, he talked to Megan outside the door—from their words, Lucian learned that Vader would be back around tomorrow evening.

...so he has to be washed and wiped like this again tomorrow.

The maid was still concentrating on smoothing out Lucian's long silvery white hair—actually, it didn't need to be so troublesome, even if she didn't take care of it, the handful of white hair would still fall down like frost in the cold moon.

Lucian heard Megan lower his voice.

"I heard that at noon tomorrow, at lunch at the Sissel Manor, a lady from the Green family, a countess..."

Countess?

Megan's voice was very low, but this did not affect the transmission of information in Lucian's mind.

——The so-called political marriage?

He tried his best to recall the plot of the original novel, as if there really was such a Countess named Green, who was the future bride chosen by the Sissel family for Vader.But obviously, it didn't work.

"His Majesty the Emperor will take care of everything." The butler said kindly.

The two chatted for a few words and then left.Lucian was also sent back to the room by the maids.

The door was closed, and the world returned to silence.Lucian also opened his eyes in the darkness.

He took a last look at the empty bed that belonged to Vader, bent down, opened the mechanism in the fireplace, and got into the secret passage.

The inside of the secret passage is enough for one person to walk, but the entrance and exit are relatively narrow and need to crawl in.Lucian walked carefully in the secret passage—the castle was extremely quiet in the middle of the night, and there were patrolling guards in the corridor separated by a wall, many of whom were highly skilled in martial arts and had keen hearing.

He didn't want to make any haunted rumors, so that it would cause extra problems.

Finally, he arrived at Vader's study.

Lucian quietly pushed open the secret door just like last time, and crawled out of the closet in the study.The furnishings in the study are the same as last time.Vader didn't like people coming into his study.

The study room in the middle of the night is dark, and the rows of bookshelves are like mouths to be devoured by someone.Fortunately, today is a full moon, and pale moonlight seeps through the tulle curtains and casts on the bookshelves.

Indoor lighting is limited.But Lucian didn't dare to light the lamp.In the garden outside the window, in the middle of the night, there will also be patrolling guards.

He suppressed his heartbeat, came to the row of bookshelves of the magic machine, opened the door of the cabinet lightly, and took down the books he needed to read.The originally obscure ancient characters and drawings became even more difficult to read under the dim moonlight.Lucian held his breath and flipped through the pages.

Magic machinery.

Spell circuit.

Sealing... imprisoning... magic power!

He finally found the row related to the manufacture of seal anklets!

There were thirty or forty books in that row, all of which contained large and small drawings.I really don't know where Vader found these materials.There is also a copy of "Physiological Common Sense of Non-Innate Succubus" which obviously shouldn't appear here.Lucian twitched the corner of his mouth, passed his fingers over it, and clicked on the next book...

Then there was a sudden violent commotion in the corridor outside the house!

"emperor……"

"The emperor is back!"

"Meet the assassin...at the palace gate!!"

"Doctor!! Go to the doctor!!"

Footsteps, running, screams, butler Spencer's voice...

Vader is back?

Why did he come back early?

From all the words, Lucian extracted only this bit of information that was valid for him.Lucian's heart was beating wildly, and unexpected surprise and fear surged into his heart.

He reluctantly glanced at the line of victory that was close at hand, and bit his lip, a little unwillingly.

Even so, he recovered as quickly as possible, and got back into the secret passage.

He must not let Vader discover this secret passage!Never let Vader find out that he was secretly looking for the blueprint of the anklet in the study!

No one cared about the corridor, so Lucian ran in the secret passage at the fastest speed.Lucian had no time to care about what he stepped on when he got out of the secret passage.

It wasn't until he recovered the mechanism of the fireplace covered in cold sweat and threw himself on the sofa that he discovered the source of the pain just now.

He was scratched on the sole of his foot by a raised stone brick.After he relaxed, blood was oozing from the wound.

……

The steward saw Vader who unexpectedly returned to the palace early at the gate of the palace.

With just one glance, all the cells in his body screamed to escape.

It was a kind of... deep-seated fear that came from the instinct of living beings.

The young man under the moon is still wearing black clothes, but half of his face is covered by a bone "mask".The mask is cold and eerie, with black magic lines all over the edges, as eerie and charming as the blood-sucking withered vines in the tomb.The ominous scarlet eyes that once made people dare not look at them have now turned into inorganic silver—that inorganic feeling reminds people of the aloof death.

With blood dripping all over his body and filled with a dark and dead air, the god of death.

The knuckles of his fingers are protruding, and the slender and sharp bones seem to be separated from the outside world by only a thin layer of skin, which can be stabbed out at any time.This sick and beautiful hand is now resting on top of a person's head.

The bloody figure looked up at him in despair.

"From the woods outside the city until now, you still haven't died. But it's good, let those people take a good look at the end of the hooker." Death said slowly, "Should I praise your tenacious vitality, or admire you stupidity? García Rhein, Duke Rhein's ... nephew."

There was a gurgling sound from the doll's mouth.

"In order to kill me, you did not hesitate to bring nearly a hundred demons into the outskirts of the royal city. As a human race, you are indeed very capable, but it is a pity that your brain is not very good." Death God said.

The final miserable howl came out from the mouth of the human figure: "...you monster! Undead... no, you are not undead, you are not anything..."

"I am more than all living or undead." The silver eyes looked at him indifferently, "Now, die."

At that moment, the God of Death was not only surrounded by Yue Ye, but seemed to become an independent space in an instant.There is something unrecognizable that blocks the entire space, and the god of death has issued an order in this area, so "death" is the rule of everything.

The scarlet figure threw up his hands, he couldn't help himself, and finally...

With both hands, with strength and determination that ordinary people cannot do, he strangled himself to death.

"Follow...your order." The scarlet figure grinned brightly and distortedly, "It is my honor to die for you."

These are the last words he left in this world.

"Gudong!"

No one dared to watch this scene, and several guards leaned against the wall trembling.A maid who passed by here unintentionally was so frightened that she passed out and lay twisted on the ground.

Compared to the blood-red figure... what they fear more is the death-like emperor in front of them!

Is that really a human... is it any kind of creature that exists in the world?

In stark contrast to them was Vader's indifferent expression.He looked at the death in front of him, but he didn't even have any expression that could be called "excited", like a cold tombstone, he was not aroused by any reaction.

Like that's just a very banal gray scene.

The pale moon in the sky finally closed its last slit.The light of the full moon was released from the dark clouds and fell on his blood-dripping clothes—the young man's dark dress was almost soaked in scarlet, reminding him of the nearly one hundred demons he just mentioned...

It's hard to imagine what kind of fight he went through just outside the city.

Even the full moon is faintly red.

While everyone was trembling, Vader's silver eyes glanced at them carelessly - like looking at a group of colorless, cold gray images.

Then, he stepped forward, his black boots making a crisp sound on the stone bricks, and walked into the castle step by step.

It was not until a long time after he left that there was the sound of the guards "plopping" and sitting on the ground.There was even a stream of water flowing out from under the body of a guard, who was so frightened that he peed his pants.

That kind of indifferent, life-snatching is not something any creature can do, nor is it the most terrifying undead.

The feeling of him giving the death "speaking spirit"... is almost equivalent to a god!

Butler Spencer's lips trembled as he heard his heart pounding against his chest.The last time he felt such a feeling was when he was young, when he fell on the battlefield where humans and demons fought for meritorious service... He curled up in the pile of corpses, pretending to be a dead soldier, listening to a group of enemies who were looking for living enemies. Demons, walking around above their heads.

But the fear at this moment was even greater than before, because when Vader gave the order to die, he didn't even have a killing intent.

Vader can take everyone's life at any time.It has nothing to do with mood, nothing to do with reason, it's just Vader's randomness.

He doesn't kill them, just because taking their lives and appreciating their pain is boring in itself.

Not far away, there was the sound of a woman's teeth chattering.The butler Spencer turned around and unexpectedly found that it was Lilith who had finally arrived here after Vader left the palace.The bone mask on Lilith's face has not yet faded, and the corner of her clothes has been scratched by a long knife. It seems that she just encountered that attack with Vader in the suburbs.

Lilith is like many undead tribes, she is so indifferent on weekdays that she looks like a dummy without emotion.But now, her pale face was flushed from the killing just now, and her breath was also short of breath. Her silver eyes were astonishingly bright with joy, as if she hadn't recovered from the bloody color before.

Only the nails she pinched into her palm and her trembling shoulders showed that she was trying her best to restrain her aroused killing addiction, and it was almost on the verge of being uncontrollable.

Addiction to killing, obsession with blood and war is the fate of the undead.

——Although most of the deaths of those attackers just now were caused by Vader alone.

"...The king had a conflict with the Sissel family, and he returned to the palace ahead of schedule. On the way, he encountered an ambush." ​​She said in a hoarse voice, "After the king became undead, he defeated them, captured the black hands behind the scenes, and hung them in the palace. Parade through the streets behind the carriage."

"Are... are you okay?" the butler asked cautiously.He looked at Lilith who was trying to restrain himself now.

Lilith shook her head and said: "Today is the full moon, the full moon is the time when the undead race's desire to kill is at its strongest...I will restrain myself. It's just Wang him..."

She whispered: "His calmness after undead transformation really scares me. Those enemies are almost all killed by him, but..."

His reaction, however, was nothing more than an emotionless and boring harvest of life.

That is not the supreme undead, but... the god of death!

Lilith remembered the scenes in the suburbs again, and her body shivered again from excitement.

"I will find a basement to lock myself up." Lilith avoided looking at the full moon, and said, "I need a lot of cold water to cool myself down. As for the king..."

"Although his reaction...you don't get close to him until he undead." Lilith said, "I hope there will be no blood moon tonight."

"Blood Moon?"

"The killing intent superimposed by the blood moon will cause any undead to lose control and be dominated by their own instinct and blood desire. The higher the undead, the more resonance they will have with the blood moon. Especially... just now , Wang has experienced such a battle. Although he does not seem to have any abnormalities. But... maybe it is just that these prey are not satisfactory. Sometimes, a high-level prey is enough to offset tens of thousands of inferior..." Lilith began again Trembling, his voice became more and more hoarse, and his mind was lax, as if he was muttering to himself, "Even I, who was watching, already... I have to go, sorry."

Butler Spencer nodded, watching Lilith's figure disappear into the darkness.

Vader lay in the bathtub, his silver eyes staring at the sky indifferently.

After being undead, he did feel that he had become another existence.With another set of logic, another way of thinking, immersed in another world...

presence.

The light of the full moon fell on him, giving him an ominous tinge of red.

grey.

he thinks.

The world seen by the undead is only black and white, and the blood of the enemy is scarlet.The world reflected in his eyes now is only gray.

To him, the dark red blood was just gray.

All death, all corpses, all taking of life... is gray and inorganic.

He suddenly thought of a pair of wine red eyes.

At that moment, his body unconsciously...

Trembling with excitement.

Vader came out of the bath.He put on his pajamas and walked in one direction.The full moonlight reflected on the back of his neck, and the pale color had faintly turned blood red.

It was a... blood moon!

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Next episode preview:

Lucian: I almost died here.

small theater:

Vader (to Lucian): I only have feelings for you (killing intent), are you happy?

Lucian: ...you want me to thank you?

others are:

Thousands of people are gray, I only like my wife

Vader is:

Thousands of people are bored enough to disdain insects that take their lives, I just want to torture and kill Lucian

Negative blue sky, absolutely (thumbs up)

Author's comment: Don't look at you just want to abuse him now, but later you just want to make him happy

Thinking of the sentence "a killing intent as beautiful as love", Vader's state is very similar to the literal meaning of this sentence