When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1078 I Have Nothing Lacked Now

"Thrafael Soridor! How dare you betray the Council of the Immortals?!"

The old prince of the Zankara clan leaned on his blood crystal scepter, but his eyes were starting to feel dizzy.

The scorching lava pool before him caused Prince Zankar's straight, long hair to curl slightly.

He tried to use necromancy to cool down, but the magic within him couldn't even penetrate his skin, only causing a throbbing pain in his temples.

"The Council of Immortals, you really have a lot of nerve. Even the Immortal Lord Lilith doesn't dare to call herself immortal, yet you dare to claim immortality?" Serfaye narrowed his eyes, his tone extremely displeased. "You juniors are too outrageous."

Serfaye wasn't just saying they were juniors; he wasn't making it up.

From about five hundred to two hundred years ago, the entire leadership of the Flesh and Blood Kingdom underwent a major reshuffle.

This is not a personnel reshuffle, but a complete overhaul in the literal sense.

Each of the thirteen princes is a unique position, and the Holy Grail currently lacks the ability to create high-level vampires.

To have a prince-level vampire, the old prince must return his blood to the young vampire.

The price to pay for doing so is, of course, death.

However, the princes were not unhappy; on the contrary, they cooperated and remained calm.

The vampire princes, who have lived for thousands of years, find it hard to endure the torment of the human world, and they cannot see the day when hope will come.

Ultimately, when they could no longer taste even ten times the amount of spices, and the most beautiful paintings and women could no longer bring them excitement, they chose to pass away.

To Lilith, who was inside Serfaye's body, these old princes were indeed juniors.

Prince Zankar raised his somewhat blurry eyes and looked at Serfaye on the high platform, as well as the two ogres beside him.

The Cosmic General Tebanin, who was in charge of guarding the City of No Light, and the Flying Pillar General Cancun, who had previously breached the Holy Throne City.

He defiantly reached out to the two ogre warlords, desperately channeling his remaining magic power.

Regardless, the two ogres just sneered at her.

"How is this possible? How did you do it? How could you possibly imprison our magic in front of the Holy Grail?" The princess of the Vantor clan leaned against the obsidian wall, gagging repeatedly.

Serfaye stood at the highest point of the altar, holding an empty golden cup in his hands, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Imprisonment?" She scoffed, flicking away the patches the vampires had put on the entrance to the vampire chalice with her finger. "I'm just taking back what belongs to me; it doesn't belong to you."

You certainly won't gain his approval, because it's merely something the master has lent to the servant.

Upon hearing this, the oldest prince, Zankara, suddenly realized what was happening.

Serfaye had just addressed the Immortal Lord by her real name, Lilith, using the most ancient Elvish language.

He trembled as he looked at Serfaye and asked in a nasal voice, "Your Majesty Lilith?"

“Hey, this kid, he’s not stupid.” Lilith laughed loudly, but stopped abruptly after three seconds.

She raised the Holy Grail high in one hand and snapped her fingers with the other, and the ogre warriors lying in ambush behind the volcanic rock walls emerged in response.

"Push them down!"

The ogres' thick, yellowish, hairy arms were wrapped with holy silver chains, the ends of which were hung with rusty iron hooks.

With minimal effort, they could easily drag the vampire nobles who had lost their magic.

The high-ranking vampires, dressed in magnificent robes, were dragged to the crater of the Vengeance Volcano, where they stared in despair at the burning, transparent flame in the center of the lava.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, we have not been disrespectful to you."

"Your Majesty, with a single command, we will support you as the Emperor of Basilius (Emperor of El)..."

Koserfaye remained silent, even looking at them with anger as they begged for mercy: "Insects and skeletons, all show and no substance. No wonder you lost the Hundred Year War of the 'Chou'. I trusted you so much!"

"no no--"

The first to be thrown down was a princess of the Vandal clan.

Her long silver hair fluttered in the wind as she screamed and plunged into the churning lava pool below, instantly engulfed by orange-red flames.

Almost simultaneously, a wisp of dark red mist rose from the magma.

It burrowed into the golden cup in Serfaye's hand as if it were alive, and a thin film of blood immediately appeared at the bottom of the cup. "No—!" The prince of the Nofiler clan tried to awaken the blood knight puppets in the distance, but the five blood knights remained motionless.

Immediately afterwards, the cannibal smashed his spine with a heavy hammer and threw him into the volcano like a tattered sack.

The lava was boiling, as if cheering, splashing up waves ten feet high.

As for Serfaye's hand, the blood film in the golden cup had thickened, and began to emit a viscous luster.

One by one, names that once held sway in the royal court became sacrifices.

Prince Mokawi, who can control shadows; Prince Lefno, who once flew and killed the Grand Master of the Knights; Princess Tsimish, who possesses an ancient blood pact…

One by one, bodies with broken wings and shattered fangs fell into the lava, emitting their final cries.

With each fall, more blood mist flowed into the golden cup.

The liquid changed from dark red to thick black, then shone with an eerie bright red in the firelight, like a molten ruby.

By the time the last high-ranking vampire was pushed into the lava, the golden cup was already two-thirds full.

There was a fist-sized hole in the cup, but no blood flowed out.

Without uttering a word, Serfaye simply looked down at the blood in the cup.

Under his gaze, the previously murky and viscous blood began to bubble and then boil.

Two lines of bloody tears streamed down his face, but Serfaye gritted his teeth.

Her fingers, which held the golden cup, were now covered in wrinkles. Her once pale skin had turned sallow and loose, and even the veins on the back of her hands had become gnarled and twisted like withered vines.

She couldn't touch her cheeks, but she could feel that the tear troughs and nasolabial folds there were several times deeper, and age spots had even appeared at the corners of her eyes.

In just a few minutes, it was as if more than a decade of her life had been taken away from her; she even began to sway slightly as she stood.

"Your Majesty!" Upon seeing this, Cancun immediately drew his long axe from his waist and, with a shout, chopped off the head of the three-generation vampire.

The sounds of blades slicing through throats echoed as dozens of low-ranking vampires fell into the volcano.

The blood flowed upstream along the grooves of the altar, toward Serfaye, toward the golden cup.

The strong smell of blood mixed with volcanic ash, along with the aroma of burning silk and strong incense.

As the last drop of blood flowed in, the wrinkles on Serfaye's fingers began to fade, and the lines on his face gradually smoothed out, finally forcibly halting the aging process.

At this moment, the liquid in the golden cup had already overflowed to the rim.

The thick blood suddenly began to churn violently, and the blood level started to drop continuously.

Strangely, the crack in the golden cup was miraculously filled and repaired by metal that appeared out of nowhere.

When the golden cup returned to its original shape, only a shallow layer of blood remained at the bottom.

They eventually crystallized into three ruby-like crystals.

Under the greedy gaze of the low-ranking vampires of the Tedis clan, Serfaye calmly put away his disguise.

At this moment, her gaze was completely focused on the golden cup.

The sturdy golden cup melted away like butter in an instant, the golden metal transforming into a crimson stream that swirled in Serfaye's palm.

Like a small golden snake, its head chases after its tail until it bites the tail, at which point a torrent of gold instantly condenses.

The Ouroboros Crown of the Black Mountain Kingdom in the Seven Hills Kingdom has returned to Lilith's hands.

He raised his hand and gently placed the blood crown on the triple crown on his knee.

The moment the two crowns touched, they immediately emitted a humming sound like metal striking metal.

The crimson ouroboros and the triple crown spontaneously intertwined and merged, forming an unprecedented quadruple crown.

Turning to face all her followers, Serfaye gently raised her hand and placed the quadruple crown on her head.

"I have everything I need now."

(End of this chapter)