Chapter 138 Ascension Ceremony (V)

"Ahhh-"

Tiansheng Zhan roared angrily and stomped his feet to start his rage.

"Die to me!"

His eyes were red, and he leaped high with the help of flying skills, and swung the giant axe fiercely at the vampire in the air.

Duke Brad smiled contemptuously.

"Ridiculous struggle."

The blood mist in the air rolled up and turned into a huge bloody mouth, swallowing up the natural war maniac. All the blood in his body was sucked out, leaving only a shriveled and wrinkled skin that fell to the ground.

Just as Tiansheng was about to die in the battle, several wooden arrows quickly attacked the vampire's heart.

"Shh-"

It turns out that the natural warrior is only responsible for attracting firepower, while the wooden arrow aimed at the heart by Singo is the real means of attack.

"Click."

But those arrows were easily caught by the pale hands and then broken.

"How can it be"

Singo couldn't help but mutter to himself, he didn't expect this boss to be so exaggerated. Not only did he have powerful spell-like abilities, but he also had incredible physical strength.

"Pathetic rat."

A hideous smile appeared on Duke Brad's face, and he said:
"I was once the most courageous general in all of Anzeta. I rode a giant eagle to conquer all corners of the country, and no one could defeat me wherever I went."

"And now, I am a more noble being."

"Just because of you——"

"Are you worthy enough to be my opponent?"

Duke Brad slowly descended, with not only surging blood mist but also countless shadow hands entwined around him.

【Vampire Touch】

Anyone who is entangled by those shadowy hands will suffer unimaginable eclipse damage and their vitality will be quickly drained.

And those life forces surged and transmitted in the shadow tentacles, and finally merged into Duke Brad's body, turning into nutrients for him to nourish himself.

"Priest, give me some treatment!"

"Give me a speed-up spell!"

Tyrant shouted towards Fengyun.

But before he could finish his words, a black tentacle rose from the ground and wrapped around him tightly. His strong body instantly turned into a shriveled bag of skin.

"I have to find a chance to—"

Before Charlotte could finish his words, a blood mist enveloped him from behind and wrapped him up.

Singo stood at the edge of the stone platform, drawing his bow and arrow, ready to shoot at the vampire again, but black tentacles grew out of the ground, wrapped around him, and dragged him into the endless abyss.

The players were running around trying to avoid the terrifying blood mist and tentacles, while Duke Brad stood in the middle of the stone platform, pacing back and forth leisurely.

"I am the Lord of Darkness."

"I am the king of the night."

"Breaking in here is the biggest mistake of your life!"

His voice was hoarse and low, like the verdict of the god of death in the dark night, coldly and mercilessly announcing the end of everyone.

Countless bats and rats emerged from the darkness, obeying the orders of the King of the Night, and attacked them one after another. Some players were even eaten alive by thousands of rats.

"Holy Slash!"

Medoraash swung out a sword shining with blood, cutting off the shadow tentacles attacking from behind. The protective aura surrounding him blocked the corrosive blood mist.

He raised the bloody sword high.

[The Oathbreaker Channels Divine Power: Terror Appears]

A magical breath of coercion condensed and exploded, dispersing the rats and bats that were rushing in from all directions.

Medoras stared intently, with the tip of his sword pointed at the duke.

"I'm going to kill you, vampire."

His pair of pure black eyes were now wide open, emitting an icy light, and a hint of madness due to gnashing hatred, as if a ball of ghostly fire was burning in them, which made Duke Brad feel a chill in his heart.

Duke Brad pretended to think for a moment, and suddenly smiled playfully.

"Oh? I remember you."

"The leader of the devil's children, a pathetic scapegoat."

"Tsk, your wailing and crying lasted for three days and three nights, which made me feel extremely happy. My righteous and brave people vented their anger to their heart's content, soaking the entire North Wind Castle with the blood of the tieflings, and even the moat was flowing with blood."

Duke Brad's tone was light, as if he was just telling a little happy story.

"However, this is not a waste. Your compatriots died very valuable deaths, and they bought me the opportunity to ascend to the great world."

"Everything is so perfect. The only regret is that I let you go."

"But now, this regret must be made up."

A smile appeared on Duke Brad's lips, and a scarlet light flashed in his eyes.

He liked to see the despair and pain in the eyes of these mortals. Obviously, Medoraash in front of him was like this, and he would personally extinguish the tiefling's hope of revenge.

"I am going to kill you."

"Kill you"

Medoras swung his sword again and again to cut off the shadow tentacles that kept attacking him, and advanced with difficulty to within ten meters of Duke Brad.

Wounds emitting dark smoke kept appearing on his body, and those evil forces greedily devoured his vitality, but Medoraash had a blank expression at this moment and didn't care at all.

His wife and children struggling in the flames seemed to appear before him. The countless wronged souls of his dead kin seemed to appear before him, shouting in unison.

"kill him."

Duke Blood watched the tiefling approaching, his pale face filled with excitement.

"Yes, that's right, that's it, strong will, loss of reason, and the hope of revenge."

"In the end, I completely pushed him into the abyss."

He licked his lips in anticipation. This kind of desperate blood needed to be carefully cultivated and made as sweet as the most mellow wine.

"Come on, kill me, son of the devil."

"Hahaha, do you want revenge? Kill your mortal enemy?"

Duke Brad spread his hands nonchalantly.

Medoras took a step forward and swung down with all his might, the long sword with a bloody glow slashing at the vampire's neck.

All that was heard was the sound of the sword cutting through flesh.

Duke Brad did not dodge or evade, allowing the sword to cut through his skin and deeply into the flesh of his neck.

Suddenly, blood splattered.

It even splashed onto Medorash's face.

However, Duke Brad just held the sword tightly with his hand and pulled it out of his neck. As the bloody sword was pulled out, the wound on his neck healed at a speed visible to the naked eye and returned to normal.

He played with the bloody sword in his hand.

"Very good, harder."

"But this level of attack is not enough to kill me. After all, I am immortal."

A smile appeared on Duke Brad's face. He was looking forward to seeing the familiar expression of despair, regret, and fear on Medorash's face.

But Medjolash didn't.

The previous anger seemed to be just a disguise.

The tiefling's expression became calm instead, and his pure black pupils stared at the vampire in front of him: "A long time ago, about seven years ago, I was thinking about how to kill you."

"You are very strong and have almost no weaknesses."

"But you are too proud and look down on everything, even...your enemies." "What?"

The blood-stained sword flashed with a strong magical aura. It was the magic that Medoraash had finally found after searching all over Anzeta for several years. It was sealed in the sword and could control vampires.

【Otto Dance】

Due to the influence of the spell, Duke Brad began to sway and kick his feet on the spot, looking extremely funny.

But Medoras did not dare to relax at all, because he knew that the extremely powerful vampire in front of him could break free from the spell at any time.

"Alger!"

Medrash shouted.

At this moment, the two people who once regarded each other as enemies joined forces to deal with this terrible enemy.

A loud eagle cry was heard in the darkness, and Alger, who had been lurking for a long time, showed up for the first time.

He swooped down rapidly, holding a wooden spear soaked in holy water.

Alger's golden eyes, which had become like a dragon, burned with endless anger, as if they were about to be vented. The former Alger had long since died, and what survived in the world now was the claws of the evil dragon, the Red Scale Conqueror born for revenge.

He will kill the vampire who has killed countless lives.

He will put an end to all this tragedy.

"Shh-"

With the sound of the gun tip piercing into flesh, the wooden gun pierced through the back and pierced the vampire's heart, which should have stopped beating long ago but still contained endless evil power.

The holy water on it burned the vampire's chest, making a sizzling sound.

Brad Rackman was pierced by the wooden spear and nailed to the ground. He lowered his head, blood flowed from the wound, and Otto's dancing steps came to an abrupt halt.

"Huhu."

“Medrolash, is this the end?

Alger piloted the giant eagle to land on the ground. Due to excessive tension and excitement, he was breathing heavily and exhaling a breath that smelled of sulfur.

"I'm afraid it's far from over."

"listen."

Medrash stared at the vampire that looked like a dead body, his brows furrowed, his voice a little heavy.

Alger immediately became alert, drew out the Everburning Greatsword from his back, and looked around as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

“He is everywhere”

"Let our blood boil in His body."

"Let us embrace the great ascension."

The chanting of the vampire spawn continued, becoming more mournful and miserable.

Those heavy chains still entangled them, those blood lights still connected them to Duke Brad, and even the evil magic circle under their feet revealed a strange sense of activity.

Suddenly, a tall and fat vampire derivative on the stone pillar exploded and turned into extremely filthy and sticky blood.

Before he died, he murmured, "I will have eternal life in His immortal body!"

That was Tel Aviv Rachman, the second son of the Duke, a notorious obese man and a symbol of gluttony.

And then, the blood foam flowed into Brad Rackman's body along the blood light, and that thin body suddenly became tall and strong - he absorbed Tel Aviv Rackman's physique.

Finally, what Medoraash and Alger were most worried about happened.

He is resurrected.

Or rather, he never died.

The wooden gun trembled along with Duke Brad's body.

The deep voice echoed in the bunker.

"Hahaha"

"Such a powerful force."

"Centuries of dormancy, all for this moment."

Duke Brad, who looked like a dead body, slowly stood up from the ground and pulled out the wooden spear from his chest.

As he pulled out the spear, blood and flesh quickly filled the wound. By the time the wooden spear was completely pulled out, the bloody hole in his chest had returned to normal.

At this moment, after absorbing the ascension sacrifice, he has lost the vampire weakness of "a stake piercing the heart" and has become a complete, immortal monster.

Duke Brad grinned.

"Fortunately, this power lived up to my expectations."

Just as he finished speaking, Duke Brad's body had expanded to three meters tall, and he was already able to look down at Alger and Medorash, his scarlet pupils filled with greed.

He smelled the blood in the air and recognized this former subordinate.

"Oh? It's you."

"Alger Yeoman, my most trusted and loyal dog. I thought you had died in Storm Peak a long time ago. I had planned to turn you into an immortal being so that you could serve me forever. Unfortunately, you missed this great opportunity."

"But you are just a dog, how dare you bite your master?"

Alger's half-dragon, half-human face suddenly became ferocious and angry, and his golden pupils were filled with rage.

"Brad Lachman, you destroyed everything for me."

"I will kill you!"

Duke Brad approached slowly, with a strong sense of oppression all over his body.

"You knew already?"

"Poor little thing, I wanted to tell you the truth before I converted you, but unfortunately I didn't appreciate your painful expression at that time, otherwise I would have been extremely happy."

"you!"

Medoras cut off the dark tentacles that attacked again and shouted, "Don't be angered by him. Go and destroy those derivatives, otherwise his power will become stronger and stronger!"

Alger finally woke up from his dream and jumped onto the giant eagle.

However, it was too late. A graceful vampire derivative on the stone pillar exploded and turned into extremely filthy and sticky blood.

Before she died, she moaned loudly, "I will be satisfied in His eternal desire!"

That was Leilani Rackman, the Duke's second daughter, a symbol of lust.

The blood foam once again flowed into Brad Rackman's body along with the blood light. His scarlet eyes were dancing with strange colors. At this moment, he seemed like the embodiment of desire - he absorbed the charm of Leilani Rackman.

Duke Brad stared at Alger.

“Your struggle is very interesting.”

"In that case, then carry your endless hatred and become my loyal dog again, Alger."

There was a charming magical aura flashing in his scarlet eyes.

[Domination of Humanity]

"No!"

Alger roared.

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to resist the spell by force.

Even though he was extremely determined, he was no match for the spell that contained the original sin of "lust". Alger once again became Duke Brad's puppet, or even a marionette.

"Go to hell!"

Alger's eyes were lifeless as he swung his Everburning Greatsword and slashed at Medoraash beside him.

Medoraash had no weapon in his hands and could only dodge in panic, but under Alger's superb swordsmanship, his body was covered with scars and his expression became more solemn.

"This can't go on like this."

"But the master is coming soon."

As he thought so, Medoras held in his hand a red crystal that had long been broken.

　4k big chapter, I have something to do today, I will make up for yesterday's words tomorrow

　　
　
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