We agreed to set sail, so you'd become the ruler of the deep sea?

Chapter 91 [The Blood Demon Sword (Deirdre)]

In the castle hall.

As the thick blood mist spread and the ground trembled, the elegant atmosphere that had been carefully decorated here vanished.

All the vampires present stared in utter astonishment at the tall figure emerging from the blood mist.

Despite the fact that Shane and Deirdre have clashed several times already.

In fact, all of this happened in the blink of an eye. From the moment Shane made his move to the moment Deirdre disintegrated into a bloody mist, it took less than half a minute.

Many vampires were still focused on attacking Feiya, who was covered in steam.

When he turned around, he found that his mistress had turned into a cloud of blood mist!
"Damn it, what's with that power and speed?"

Is he really human?

Amidst the chaos, even Fei Ya, the one who sparked the whole incident, couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

"That guy... is definitely not an ordinary person."

Before Deirdre appeared, Feiya vaguely sensed that the figure was different from the other vampires, so she couldn't help but take a second look.

"He's actually that strange man in black from yesterday?"

The commotion caused by the mysterious man in black last night was considerable, attracting the attention of almost half the city's survivors and vampires.

It was thanks to his intervention that Fei Ya was able to gather a group of survivors with considerable strength.

But Feiya also clearly remembered that, under the siege of the vampires, the man in black was outnumbered and was eventually beheaded.

Resurrection from the dead?
Or is it some other special ability?
What exactly is the "God Thief" mentioned by the vampires?
Moreover, after witnessing the battle just now, Feiya had a strange sense of déjà vu.

It's as if I've seen the opponent's exaggerated physical abilities and simple, brutal fighting style somewhere before?

boom! ! !
Suddenly, a loud noise from another direction of the castle interrupted Fia's thoughts.

His face immediately lit up with joy, and he thought to himself, "It's done!"

Although Feiya is straightforward, she is not a reckless and impulsive person.

He was merely bait to attract the attention of the vampires when he arrived at the banquet hall.

The remaining survivors were tasked with sneaking into the castle's back door to rescue the prisoners who had not yet been served at the dinner table.

At this point, Faia should have retreated immediately and joined the other survivors.

But looking at the figure in the blood mist, a bold idea popped into his mind.

With their group and the help of this mysterious person of unknown origin, perhaps... they could wipe out all the vampires in this castle?

Just as Fei Ya had this thought, she suddenly heard a piercing shriek, faintly coming from above.

I sensed two powerful auras, no less than those of the matriarch of the Faron family, rapidly approaching!
"Oh no! Her scream just now was a call for the patriarchs of other families!"

"Come so fast!"

Fei Ya's expression changed slightly. She took a deep look at the figure in the blood mist and thought to herself.

"Take care, my friend!"

Then, they quickly took advantage of the chaos to leave the castle.

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the other side.

Amidst the swirling blood mist.

Countless roars, whispers, and murmurs, like living things, kept drilling into Shane's ears.

Some of these voices were filled with anger and hatred, some were brimming with seductive power, and others... were like some kind of pollution that had seeped into one's very being.

After discovering that physical attacks were ineffective against Shane, Deirdre had no choice but to adopt another fighting method.

"How dare you force me to show such an ugly side..."

"Kill you! Kill you! Kill you!"

"I will drain all your blood and hang your corpse in front of the castle gate!"

A frantic, almost indistinguishable scream emanated from the blood mist.

Clearly, maintaining this blood mist form is a huge burden for Deirdre, and may be rapidly eroding her rationality.

"If you can do it, then go ahead and give it a try."

Xia En simply responded indifferently.

He could feel the blood mist surrounding him trying to erode his body, attempting to penetrate his body and contaminate the blood in his veins.

For most people, such an infection would be extremely difficult to treat, and might even lead to a rapid loss of control over their body.

However, the projected body has no blood.

Aside from the constantly appearing notification on the panel that "[Ship Soul Power -0.01!]", this erosion has almost no effect.

It's like tickling an itch.

As for the mental pollution in the blood mist...

Xia En was initially on guard, but he soon realized that apart from the noise being a bit loud, it seemed to be completely useless.

Perhaps it was because his mental resistance increased as his [mysterious] attribute improved.

Perhaps he had encountered something even more terrifying.

Or perhaps for some other reason...

"This pollution is far inferior to anything else, whether compared to the colossal creatures deep within the Secret Sea, the forbidden artifacts of the Ember Sanctuary, or even the former Crimson Lord!"

"Even the side effects of the [Hui Sect Protective Talisman] are not as bad."

Xia En thought with a strange feeling, "Is this all there is to the third form of the matriarch of this family?"

However, due to the special nature of the Blood Mist state, Shane's physical attacks were ineffective, and the two sides were briefly locked in a stalemate.

But soon, the shrieking sound coming from the top of the castle also caught Shane's attention.

"So they really called for reinforcements?"

"Hahaha... [The God Thief], you're dead!"

Deirdre, who was also aware of this, laughed wildly.

"No matter what methods you use, with the three clan leaders attacking together, all that awaits you is a miserable death!" "Oh, is that so?"

"Then let me try this trick..."

Before he finished speaking, Xia En raised the blood-red greatsword with both hands.

In an instant, a strange attraction emanated from its surface and began to capture the blood-red mist that lingered around it.

"What...what are you doing!?"

Upon seeing this, Deirdre's voice immediately filled with intense disbelief and terror.

Xia En chuckled and said, "I noticed it a long time ago; your blood is of very high quality."

"Then, the weapons made from them must be very useful, right?"

[The Secret Technique of Blood Shaping!]

Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult for Shane to directly manipulate the blood of Deirdre, the matriarch of the family.

But now, she has decomposed into the smallest blood mist particles, her mental state is unstable, and her control over her body has been greatly weakened.

And this became Xia En's opportunity!
He wasn't doing nothing; he was carefully sensing the state of the blood mist.

Now is the time to act!
hum-

The crimson greatsword trembled violently.

The suction became increasingly powerful, forcefully drawing in the surrounding viscous blood mist like a vortex.

"No, no! Stop it!"

"Please! I'm willing to give anything if you just stop!"

Deirdre screamed in terror.

She felt her life force and secret power rapidly draining away, all of which was brutally plundered and poured into this greatsword.

This feeling is so terrifying.

It's like being turned into a pig or sheep to be slaughtered, or into a dish at a banquet. You can't resist; you can only be seized and consumed by the other party.

—And what about ordinary people who are treated as food for the dead? Don't they feel the same way?

"I will take everything from you myself."

Xia En said calmly.

He had no intention of stopping at all; instead, he fully activated his talent [Blood Power] to accelerate the absorption process.

As the blood mist gradually merged into the greatsword, the once somewhat rough-looking weapon underwent a strange transformation.

The blade and hilt of the sword became increasingly heavy.

A unique scarlet sheen appeared on the blade.

A deep black line began to spread upwards along the blade, flickering like breathing.

Beyond the blood mist.

The numerous vampires were completely unaware of what had happened.

They could only feel the blood mist gradually thinning, the eerie figure becoming clearer and clearer, and its aura growing increasingly terrifying.

A sense of foreboding crept into their hearts.

"Could it be... that the mistress is going to lose?"

"How is this possible?"

Fortunately, just then, two figures, one tall and one short, burst through the castle gates.

"They are the patriarchs of the Cysis and Caler families!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

Both families' territories were located near the Fallon family's, which is why they were able to come to their aid immediately.

Dolan Cysis, the patriarch of the Cysis family, was a tall, thin middle-aged man with a neatly trimmed mustache.

He said with a reproachful tone, "Deirdre is really getting worse as she gets older. She ruined a perfectly good blood banquet like this."

The short young man next to him, Valen Kaller, was also somewhat dissatisfied.

"After the matter is resolved, she should treat us to a batch of the finest blood food."

"exactly."

The two spoke with a hint of nonchalance, showing no concern for Deirdre's safety.

What these vampires are most proud of is their formidable vitality.

Even if it suffers extremely serious injuries, even if its body is split in two, it can quickly recover as long as it absorbs fresh blood.

on the other hand.

The arrogance and haughtiness of vampires are ingrained in their blood.

Even though Deirdre had called for help, they still held a degree of contempt in their hearts.

However, after seeing the scene clearly, the two clan leaders were stunned.

In the hall, Deirdre was nowhere to be seen, and the blood mist had also dissipated.

There, there was only a strange figure whose face was obscured.

Beneath his feet lay the withered corpses of numerous vampires, their faces still bearing the marks of terror and fear.

In his hand was a strange greatsword.

The dark red sword body looked as if it were sculpted from blood, yet it was extremely solid and heavy.

On the blade, blood and dark patterns writhed and flowed, as if emitting wails and roars.

It is obvious that the sword is alive.

Moreover, it was as if a soul was imprisoned within it, never to be freed for all eternity.

"The God Thief? Shouldn't he be dead already?"

Dolan felt a chill run down his spine: "This sword? Deirdre wouldn't...?"

Before he could think any further, the figure strode forward with unstoppable force, slashing his head with a sword!
(End of this chapter)