Victor sat on an old wooden chair and leaned back lazily.
One leg was raised leisurely, holding a thick magic book in his hand and immersed in reading.
Next to her, Priscilla stood quietly, her bright eyes staring curiously at Victor's serious profile.
The stinky smell that had not been cleaned up for a long time was permeating the surroundings, but Victor was still so focused on the book,
Whenever he turned the pages of the book, the clattering sound was particularly clear in the silent room.
Sensing the gaze that Priscis had been casting, Victor raised his eyes, tilted his head slightly and asked:
"What are you looking at?"
Pulisi shrank back, seeming a little scared:
"You... look good."
What an upright girl.
After hearing this, Victor said nothing more.
But Pulisis was still watching him secretly from the side.
After a long time, she finally choked out a sentence:
"My mother...can't she really be saved?"
Hearing the sound, Victor put away his book, raised his head, and stared at Pulix.
After he said those words, Pulisis couldn't accept it and cried for a while.
Unintentionally killing his mother with his own hands would be hard for anyone to accept.
But Victor also told Prixis that it was an unintentional mistake caused by her being a vampire.
So, it wasn't a mistake she made.
Under this comfort, Priscis improved a lot.
Victor continued:
"Your mother no longer has a body that can accommodate her survival in this world."
"If you want to resurrect her, then as a price, you have to die for her."
"Then I will die for her!"
Prixis' voice sounded without hesitation.
She put a hand on her chest, and her determined eyes told Victor her determination.
Hearing what Pulisis said, Victor suddenly turned his head, looked in the direction of the curtains, and suddenly said:
"The blood moon is coming."
Prixis shrank aside, not yet able to understand what it meant.
Suddenly, the strong wind rushed into the house like a ferocious beast squeezing into the house.
boom! boom! boom!
Under the influence of magic, the curtains swung rapidly in the air, making bursts of whirring vibrations.
The crazy wind couldn't help but make Prixis raise her hand to cover her flowing hair, and her other hand pressed down her black dress to prevent it from being exposed.
The wind blew open the window, and she turned her head to look out the window.
A ray of blood-colored moonlight shone through the broken window and fell on Prixis's face.
She stood there blankly, looking at the blood moon appearing in the sky.
But, she didn't feel anything.
Because she is just a ghost, the instincts existing in the flesh and blood body have no effect on her.
Correspondingly.
The monster existing in her body reacted.
The red blood moon illuminated the entire room, and the scarlet light covered the vampire's body.
Its almost twisted head looked along the scarlet light, its eyes passed through the window and landed on the blood moon hanging in the sky.
In an instant, the scarlet eyes seemed to be filled with obsession, and strong desire overflowed from the eyes, gradually swallowing its entire body.
The eyes, which were as clear as two rubies, reflected a crazy picture.
Under the high-hanging blood moon, countless blood slaves danced crazily on top of the scarlet formation.
They pulled their bodies, twisted in weird postures, and let out low whines from their mouths.
It seems to be summoning something to the deep space or the heretical space.
Under some mysterious guidance, the blood-born monster slowly dragged its twisted body, trying to stretch out its vague limbs to touch the blood moon that illuminated the night sky.
As if longing for her own power.
The scarlet moonlight continued to expand in its eyes, and its already twisted limbs curled up even more convulsively.
The broken bones made a frightening clicking sound.
Bathed in blood, its back began to squirm, and its clothes were pushed outward by the bulging flesh.
Slat——
The clothes on the back were torn open with a huge crack, and the pale skin was exposed under the faint scarlet, which looked so weird.
But then, a pair of bat wings grew out from behind it.
Seeing this, Priscilla was startled.
Is this...herself?
The bloody bat wings ran along the body, as if absorbing all the moonlight.
Sharp teeth protruded from its mouth, and its twisted and broken body was roughly straightened in an extremely uncoordinated way.
Under the influence of the blood moon, everything about the blood race has changed, as if they are forcibly accepting the changes brought about by the blood moon.
Pulisis was stunned for a moment, but at this moment, Victor's voice slowly sounded:
"You said you could die for your mother?"
"Even if you let her live as you forever, right?"
Pulisis reacted, looked back at Victor, and nodded sharply, her eyes full of determination.
Victor said:
"Well, next, I want to see how much you can do for your mother."
Pulisis was very nervous and asked Victor:
"Can you really save my mother..."
Victor smiled softly:
"I am here to cure your mother's madness."
"follow me."
He stood up and the crow flew over his shoulder.
Upon seeing this, Pulisis followed closely behind Victor.
When leaving, Vega's deep one eye suddenly stared at the blood moon hanging high in the sky.
It's like locking the blood moon completely in the eyes.
…
The blood moon penetrated the thick clouds and hung high in the sky, beating like a passionate heart in the chest.
The blood slaves on the earth are like puppets manipulated by strings, mechanically repeating some kind of curse dance.
August stood under the bloody moonlight, stretching out his arms, as if he was the only conductor in this chaotic dance.
The surrounding nobles stared at August. Although their faces were dull, their eyes clearly showed deep fear and shock.
They are afraid, they are afraid, they are angry.
But more of them are still confused.
Why is August like this?
Maybe this is not sudden, after all, this banquet is obviously the layout that August has already arranged.
The demi-humans attacked the city and destroyed the royal city, so the banquet had to be held at Count Lauryn's home.
At this moment, no one paid attention to why August wanted to marry Count Lauryn's dead daughter.
Everyone is just curious.
August, why are you suddenly connected with the vampires?
The vampire clan is such a mysterious existence, and everyone in the scene knows very little about it.
But they are definitely not human.
However, as the king of a country, August actually colluded with the vampires.
This shocked and puzzled everyone present.
They instinctively wanted to scold August, but...
Earl Cody's lesson learned just now is still fresh in everyone's mind.
August was right about one thing.
To be able to become a king, his strength will never be weak.
Even August doesn't know what's wrong now.
He had clearly taken a blow from a fourth-level warrior, but he was unscathed.
But the next second, something even more terrifying happened.
The headless body of the Earl whose head fell to the ground suddenly began to twist on the ground.
His body twisted on the ground, and his legs firmly stepped into the ground, forcefully pulling his original body up.
The next second, he suddenly stood up, dancing wildly and swinging mechanical movements like the blood slaves.
But he didn't let out a low roar.
Because this body has no head.
Seeing this, a noble suddenly felt extremely sad and angry, and shouted to the nobles present;
"Count Cody!"
"Even Earl Cody..."
At this moment, everyone present was scared.
Under August's hands, there was no peace even in death.
August was not surprised by the emotions of everyone present, and joyful voices rang in everyone’s ears:
"This is not death, this is dedication in service to the Kingdom."
"So, what are you afraid of?"
Soon, he came back from the feverish excitement and said calmly:
"There is now a massive amount of gunpowder laid beneath all of our feet."
"At twelve o'clock at midnight, everything will be in vain."
"At that time, the flesh and blood of all of you will become the food for the queen's new life."
All the nobles present froze.
They looked at August and cursed:
"August, you are really crazy!"
"How dare you! How could you do this!"
He didn't pay any attention to the people's curses.
Augustus smiled again and said to Aurelion and the twelve foreign ministers next to him:
"I'm really sorry, Her Royal Highness the Princess and all the ministers, for making you attend an unfriendly banquet."
"Before the gunpowder detonates, I will send someone to take you out of here safely."
After hearing this, they did not feel lucky that they had escaped the disaster. Instead, they felt that August was ridiculous.
Their bodies were also trembling, and blood rushed into their faces.
A foreign minister finally couldn't bear it anymore and said to August with a trembling voice:
"You...what exactly do you want to do?"
"The Grand Duke will not allow you to do this!"
August gave him a cold look in return.
"To make the kingdom stronger."
"Isn't this reason enough?"
The voice fell and the whole place fell silent.
Soon, August turned around, his eyes wandering around every corner of the venue, as if he regarded all the nobles present as the audience of this chaotic dance.
Seeing their frightened faces, August felt an extreme pleasure.
These people, who usually only behaved submissively in front of the Grand Duke, now felt extremely afraid of him.
This made August even more sure that everything he was doing was correct.
August enjoyed it so much that he was even a little intoxicated by the fear of the nobles.
"As for the Grand Duke? He won't care."
August narrowed his eyes and chuckled.
The more one comes into contact with life and death, the further away one becomes from life and death.
Grand Duke Barlow, who has long been accustomed to seeing all life and death, is like an observer, a passive guardian of the kingdom.
He will not care about the future of the kingdom, nor will he care about the change of power in the kingdom.
As long as the kingdom does not perish, he will not take action.
Suddenly, August felt something was wrong.
Because the count blood slave who stood up just now was out of his control.
"What's going on..."
His eyes focused on the headless earl.
A green flame suddenly climbed up from its body to the top of its head.
The soul fire turned into a head and fell on the count's body.
The flames burned his body, and the green flames engulfed and peeled off his flesh and blood, revealing the stark white bones.
Everyone who saw this scene was stunned, including August.
Because the power emanating from it is the undead magic that the people of the Kingdom are very familiar with.
However, the only Archduke Barlow who can use undead magic is not here.
Suddenly, a green light flashed in front of August's eyes, and he looked back suddenly.
Aurelion's body was now burning with a layer of the same dark green flame.
At this time, Aurelion's body was also wrapped in a layer of deep flames, and a layer of emerald green light floated on the surface of her entire body.
A green light reflected in her pupils, like invisible flames burning in her eyes.
The pure white dress was also swallowed up by the green flames and turned into black ink.
On the top of the head, a green crown appeared, still emitting strange blazing green flames.
At this moment, she seemed to be transformed into a witch.
Carrying an ethereal and deep voice, it echoed in everyone's ears.
"I hate to pin my fate on other people."
"Your Majesty, what do you think?"
