Duke Yorock was depressed.
Obviously according to the plan, the Ness clan can kill two birds with one stone to seize the inheritance of the Fallen Star Kingdom and recover the Sword of Roman.
The results are good now. The inheritance has been messed up due to the death of Prince Henry. It can be regarded as a complete enmity with the king. If something goes wrong, even the Ness clan who originally planned to stay behind the scenes may be forced to be exposed on the stage.
As for Roman's Sword, it's even worse. What could have been a good negotiation and an agreement with the other party has directly angered the other party!
Although judging from the facts, it may be a bit unconsidered to cooperate with Count Castel and choose her to destroy the Roman ritual, but it is still within the controllable situation.
Luna Island is better.
It directly bankrupted the entire plan!
Thinking of this, Yorok became extremely angry.
Especially when a certain bastard vowed to seize control of Roman's Sword after getting into trouble, only to run away!
"Alek! You bastard! Stop!"
Duke Yorock, who transformed into a shadow bat, said angrily.
Seeing the group of shadow bats catching up behind them, the blood elves in front ran faster.
"Ahem, Lord Yorok, why are you chasing me? Change the direction! Isn't this an opportunity for Roman's Sword to catch them all in one fell swoop?"
Duke Alek coughed lightly.
"Shit! You can only go back to Falling Star in one direction, why don't you bastard run in another direction?!"
Duke Yorock became even more angry.
"Um... I'm just familiar with the route in this direction. You can run to the Castel Territory. Isn't that an ally of Ness?"
"I'm so full! Going to the territory of a vampire who doesn't know his true identity? Why don't you go?"
"Hey! The one who signed the alliance with Castor is the Fallen Star Islands, not Luna Island."
"You...! I knew it, I knew it! You deliberately sabotaged the Return to Star plan, right? You bastard! When we return to Falling Star, I will definitely go to the Council of Elders to impeach you!"
"Ahem... Lord Yorok, misunderstanding, what a misunderstanding. Who knew that the power of Roman's Sword suddenly became so powerful? Huh? No, you chose the same direction as me, are you planning to outrun me? Lord Yorok, this is not very kind of you.”
"Shit! Do you think everyone is as insidious as you! At this time, you are still running separately, do you want Roman's Sword to break each one? It is getting faster and faster!"
The two blood legends quarreled and fled towards the north.
However, as he ran away, Duke Yorock felt that something was not right.
"Huh? Why do you feel like... the aura of Roman Sword has disappeared?"
He frowned and turned his head. There was no trace of Roman's Sword behind him, only the cloudless sky.
Duke Yorock felt something was even more wrong.
"Alek! Stop!"
"Sir Yorok, do you still want to forcibly control Roman's Sword? With the way it is now, I plan to stay away from the edge for the time being. If you want to do it, you can do it yourself."
"Asshole! You are a disgrace to the vampire clan! Look back quickly, something doesn't seem right!"
Duke Yorock cursed.
After listening to his words, the blood elf Alek turned around, and when he found that there was no trace of Roman's sword behind him, he let out a surprised sigh:
"Huh? Why is Roman's Sword gone? Isn't its speed increasing? Is it possible that it plans to go around in front of us and block us? No...no, why does it feel like the breath has completely disappeared?"
Duke Yorock frowned.
His speed gradually slowed down, and eventually even stopped.
While the magic power in his body was running and he was ready to continue running at any time, Duke Yorock's eyes were fixed on the sky in the distance.
However, after a while, there was nothing in the sky except a flock of crows flying by.
What about Roman's Sword?
Duke Yorock looked a little confused.
Noticing his actions, the blood elf Alek hesitated, stopped cautiously, and cautiously approached Duke Yorock.
Looking at the empty sky in the distance, he blinked:
"Well... I really haven't caught up yet. This Roman Sword... Isn't it lost? I remember that its IQ seems quite impressive."
"Chasing the lost? Huh, it has locked onto our aura, will it still chase the lost? As for the IQ... Do you think the intelligence it showed in the previous ceremony was still that of the ten-year-old child in the past? It is different, obviously. It’s the strength that has been restored!”
Duke Yorock said angrily.
However, as he spoke, his face suddenly stiffened.
"Lord Yorok, what's wrong with you?"
The blood-born elf first quietly took a step away from Duke Yorock, and then asked "with concern".
Duke Yorock ignored him, but frowned and looked at the direction in which the two people were escaping.
While the two stopped to talk, Roman's Sword still did not appear in the direction behind them.
As if he realized something, Duke Yorock's expression changed:
"No! It was a trick! We were all deceived by it!"
After saying that, Duke Yorock suddenly accelerated and turned back the way he came.
…
The stronghold of the Ness clan in the Roman Principality.
The terrifying sword energy tore the entire place into pieces, leaving hideous ravines on the ground.
The blood descendants in the stronghold have fled in all directions, leaving only the majestic Roman Sword "showing off its power" in the sky.
However, at this moment, the terrifying pressure of Roman's Sword has dissipated.
Although it was still dazzling, it looked far less aggressive than the pursuit of two vampire legends.
Not only that, as the stronghold on the ground was destroyed, its momentum even gradually weakened, and even the shining brilliance gradually converged.
"Huh... It should be almost done now, right? The two blood descendants of the Nes clan were also frightened by me, and they probably won't come back."
"Hmph, these blood descendants of Ness think that I don't know what their plans are. Don't they just want to make a deal with me by relying on the little magical power of blood they have collected?"
"It's a deal, but after all, don't you still want to be my master? They don't look in the mirror to see what they are. Guys who haven't even molded the fire of God are worthy of becoming the master of my Roman Sword? They are also worthy of it. ?”
"That guy Kexi is here, it's better!"
"The only ones qualified to be my master are true myths!"
The childish voice murmured to himself, with a little disdain and pride.
After it finished speaking, its voice was filled with fear:
"But...these blood descendants are really profound. They are just two legendary blood descendants. Their magic power is so powerful. The two of them combined can even exceed my power!"
"Although my strength has not recovered much, this is outrageous enough. These old guys who have lived for thousands of years are really scary!"
"I can only say that...it is indeed a magical creature famous for its huge magical power. The descendant of that creation is really powerful..."
"Fortunately, I was scared, otherwise... if they really activated the sealing circle here, I would be the unlucky one!"
"I'm so awesome! I was able to scare away two blood legends with just my bluff! I'm so smart!"
Roman's Sword straightened his body slightly, like a proud child with his chest raised.
After finishing his triumph, the hilt of Roman's Sword was fixed in the direction of Roang City, as if looking back, his proud and proud voice slowly lowered, with a little uneasiness:
"I acted so well just now. The person who woke me up must have thought that I was really angry because of the Ness Bloodborn's offense, so he chased me out, right?"
"So far apart... He must have lost his perception of me, right?"
"He shouldn't be chasing after him, right?"
"Really, whoever woke me up was not good. It turned out to be that person. I was really scared to death. Fortunately, I reacted quickly. If he really saw the clues, he would definitely not let me go!"
"But... I remember, didn't he mysteriously disappear? Even that guy Kesi didn't figure out his whereabouts. It seems that even the existence itself has disappeared. Could this... be a return?"
"Hiss... He is indeed a god who has turned the whole world into chaos. He can even come back after his existence itself disappears."
"Mirea, things are going to change again!"
Roman's Sword let out a long sigh, full of emotions.
Perhaps if other artifacts were awakened like this, they might not be able to recognize the being that awakened them.
But its power has the same origin as the other party, and it has inherited some memories of ancient existences. The moment the other party's divine power enters its body, it recognizes the other party's identity.
That kind of perfect control over the divine power of blood is definitely not a lucky guy who got the artifact, it is definitely the person to whom the divine power belongs!
As for who the divine power of blood belongs to... the answer is already obvious.
This is no other myth, it is the incarnation of Eternal Night, the source of blood descendants, and the master of the Blood Moon Era—the True Ancestor of Blood!
Thinking of the terrifying figure in the legend, Roman's Sword shuddered subconsciously.
If it were just an ordinary artifact or holy weapon, maybe it wouldn't be so scary.
But my family knows their own affairs.
Its body was originally made from the opponent's idol, and it did not believe that the opponent would wake it up for no reason.
When it was first awakened, it inadvertently sensed the other party's power. The other party's power was actually not strong, it could even be said to be quite weak, and it was obvious that it had just recovered.
Of course, even though it had just recovered, it did not dare to underestimate the other party. It had recovered a lot with just a trace of divine power. The power that the other party could unleash must be far beyond its imagination.
This is the most terrifying thing. He is a ruthless person who even swallowed the power of his descendants. Now his power has just recovered. If it is really caught by the other party, wouldn't it be no different from the meat on the chopping board?
If you think about Roman Sword, you can imagine how he will be treated.
"Huh... forget it! Why are you thinking so much! Run before that person reacts! Run as far away as possible! If you are targeted by Him, it will probably be worse than being controlled by the Ness clan!"
Roman Sword made his decision quickly.
I saw it turning around, changing to another direction that was different from the direction in which the two vampires were escaping and the direction in which Roang City was located, and fled quickly.
That is the northeast direction, which is also... the direction of Castel's territory.
Of course, the target of the Roman Sword is not Castel, but the Northern Grand Duchy further north of Castel. That is where the half-elf Romanus first made his fortune, and where he was first pulled out of the stone. Place, at that time it was not even an artifact, but just a holy artifact.
However, just after Roman's Sword flew about five kilometers, a slender figure blocked it.
He has a black cloak, red eyes, a handsome face with a half-smiling expression, and a pair of devil horns on his head.
It's Albrecht.
"Albrecht?!"
Roman's Sword also recognized his identity.
One person and one sword can be considered to be of the same era, and Albrecht is even older than Roman Sword. It is too normal for Albrecht's identity to be recognized by Roman Sword.
I saw Roman's sword shining brightly, and it returned to its strong appearance when chasing Yorok and Alek. The coercion spread on its body, and its childish voice was full of vigilance:
"Albrecht? Why are you, the last apostle of the Blood Demon Order, here? Is it possible that Sherdit also wants to get involved?"
Its voice is full of majesty. Although it is immature, it still has a sense of detachment that it is sure to win.
Well... at least that's what it seems.
Albrecht smiled.
I saw him let out a laugh and said:
"Sir Roman, let me correct you, I am now the third apostle in the order."
"It turns out to be the third apostle..."
Roman's Sword was a little surprising.
As it spoke, its voice was a little strange:
"You're a coward... you didn't become the third apostle after you tortured the previous apostles to death, right?"
Listening to Roman Sword's somewhat sinister words, the corners of Albrecht's mouth twitched.
But soon, he smiled again, squinted his eyes and glanced in the direction behind Roman Sword, and said:
"Sir Roman, didn't you go after Yorok and Alec? This direction doesn't seem right?"
Roman's Sword stiffened.
"Uh...cough, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do."
It changed the subject.
"Oh? Still have something to do? Are you planning to meet my great master?"
Albrecht said with a smile.
"Your...master? No, I'm sorry, I'm not interested in that madman Abaddon."
Roman's Sword said impatiently.
"That's a coincidence. The master I'm talking about is not His Majesty the Grand Duke."
Albrecht smiled.
"Not Abaddon?"
Roman's Sword was slightly startled.
Albrecht smiled even brighter:
"Your Excellency Roman, you were just awakened by your master. Didn't you just forget about him?"
Awakened by...?
Roman's Sword paused and froze instantly.
The light on its body flashed, and it turned around and was about to fly away, but the next moment... crimson mist slowly spread around it.
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Yesterday's leave application note slipped. It was because this plot was coming to an end, not this volume.
