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As soon as the words were spoken, the intricate magic array on the top of the secret chamber suddenly lit up, its lines seemingly piercing through space and reaching straight to the ground!

Ah, I'll use the last leave slip of the month tomorrow to take a day off and rest. (￣.￣)

219. I need to take a day off tomorrow, December 31st.

I need to take a day off tomorrow, December 31st.

I've used up all my leave slips for this month and need a short rest. My eyes are practically closing; I'm so tired.

Chapter 217 Slaughter Under the Polar Night 3

Just as the old vampire's lamenting voice rang out from the secret room.

Above Baro Town, the faint red light that had been shrouding the sky suddenly solidified, turning into strands of light that fell like thousands of sharp steel needles.

"Come closer!"

At the entrance to the town, Eric brandished his demon-hunting longsword, unleashing a dazzling silver light several meters long, forcing the group of vampires who had come to attack to retreat temporarily. A glance at the changes in the sky caught their attention, and they were immediately shocked.

Ignoring the intense battle, his body was tense and vibrating the air, releasing a ring of semi-transparent energy ripples to withstand several spells such as blood arrows and blood spears. He turned around and made a clenched fist!

"Whoosh!" An invisible force field suddenly appeared, causing the surrounding air to collapse towards a point, pulling the survivors who were hiding behind him and holding amulets to form a defense together.

Immediately afterwards, the blade light split apart, resembling clouds and mist, dreamlike and illusory, blocking most of the hanging hazy light threads outside the defense, with only a few slivers slipping through the net.

Even with his lightning-fast reaction, he still caused heavy casualties—the thin, intangible light threads drifted down and pierced through the talismanic shields on several townspeople without any hindrance, turning them into pools of blood in the blink of an eye.

Amidst the panicked cries, the number of survivors instantly decreased by a third!

"Mommy mommy!"

Despite his wounds reopening, the boy with white bandages wrapped around his shoulders desperately stretched out his hands and screamed wildly, but was held tightly by Ibn, who was in tears. He could only watch the woman's body gradually melting on the ground and let out a desperate scream that was not human.

"Bastards! You bunch of beasts!"

This horrific scene directly ripped open the old wounds buried deep in Eric's heart, making him feel the pain so intense that he could hardly breathe.

The next moment, the old witcher, who hated evil as if it were his enemy, turned bloodshot in his eyes and spun around rapidly with his hair standing on end. He and his sword transformed into a silver storm of blades, crashing into the dark creature blocking his way with overwhelming force!

The storm whipped up the snow and tore at the ground. In just a few breaths, it expanded and transformed into a tornado column with a diameter of tens of meters, resembling a skyscraper. Its sharp blades slashed hundreds of times in an instant, scattering the viscous blood mist and blood flames, easily cleaving through the steel-like blood shields and armor, and tearing the vampires to shreds in a devastating display.

Huff... Huff...

As the storm of blades subsided, Eric, leaning on his longsword and slightly out of breath, forced out his ultimate technique under the suppression of the massive magical barrier, and even he felt somewhat exhausted.

He quickly pulled out a bottle of precious alchemical potion, bit off the stopper and took a few sips to restore his strength. Then he casually poured the remaining half bottle behind him.

Under the precise manipulation of his mind, the smooth and oily medicine dissipated into mist, seemingly with a spirit, seeping into the bodies of each survivor to heal their injuries and enhance their physical strength.

"Hurry up!" Eric pointed to the overturned cars in the snow and quickly righted them.

"Run outwards, you'll be safe once you cross the iron bridge, don't look back!"

"Come quick, sir!"

Ibn crammed the elderly, women, and children into several cars and was about to climb into the driver's seat when he saw the mysterious savior standing there alone. He hurriedly reached out and anxiously beckoned to him.

His response was a resolute figure gradually disappearing into the wind and snow.

"You have your lives... but I have my mission!"

……

……

Although the accidental loss of several innocent lives was not the intended purpose of the Crimson Light Silk.

The hair-thin needles of light pierced the ground, passing through the thick layers of soil like phantoms, and appeared in the underground chamber. They then returned to their origin, condensing into round, pearl-like beads of dark red, bloody blood, carrying a sorrowful and deathly aura, which gathered into the crimson light egg.

Filled with both life and death, the blood, with its two completely opposite attributes, mingled together, and the illusory flowers that bloomed and withered on the light egg trembled slightly and stopped withering.

As if the male and female stamens of flowers in nature collided and produced a fertilization reaction, the strangely shaped red flowers gathered into a wriggling ball, seemingly about to bear fruit, but it was still missing something. The bright red and dark red colors were clearly distinct, and it could not take shape.

"Life blood untouched by swords is enough!"

The blood of death born from slaughter is enough!

Now it is neither good nor evil, overflowing with the myriad emotions of human life—joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness—a chaotic and confused flow of life's blood!

Victor's dry, flat voice rang out again, traveling along the hidden channels and instantly reaching every pre-arranged ritual point.

Under a large rock in the wasteland outside the town...

In the cliffs of the outer coast of Barrow Island...

Inside the abandoned basement of the old substation in the town...

The elite vampire sorcerers, who had been preparing for a long time, took out handfuls of exquisite, translucent crimson crystals and carefully placed these human blood essences extracted through crimson alchemy onto the node array.

If someone were to look down from the sky at this moment, they would be surprised to find that a total of thirty-three dim red lights emanated from the ground, shining upwards like searchlights. They curved and refracted hundreds of meters high, forming a huge geometric pattern that exuded a chilling and profound aura.

Tick-tock, tick-tock!

One drop, two drops, four drops, ten drops...

Blood rain, carrying a sweet and pungent smell, poured down from small to large.

Although it has been built for more than ten years, the roof, which was originally sturdy, has softened and collapsed.

The brand-new bar sign, which was just replaced before the New Year, is now covered in disgusting red rust.

An inexplicable feeling permeated the surroundings; it was not simply decay and rot, but a sense of vicissitude, a feeling of having experienced the vicissitudes of life and witnessing the changing times.

"Splashing..." A strange, gurgling sound of water suddenly rang out in the secret room!

A faint red river, seemingly real yet unreal, flowed from the void, circled the light egg that enveloped Victor, and then disappeared back into the void.

A few reddish "droplets" sprinkled onto the light egg, and the wriggling blood-red spheres suddenly boiled. The three colors of blood streaks—bright red, dark red, and light red—no longer distinguished themselves and were all mixed together, fusing the power they contained with mystical concepts, slowly giving birth to "fruits" with countless profound magical patterns protruding from their surfaces!

It'll be soon...it'll be soon!

The white-haired old vampire murmured to himself, his gaze, which had remained calm until now, finally revealed a hint of urgency.

He opened his wrinkled palm, and the ancient bloodline essence, a deep red, shimmered with light, as if sensing his excitement, and its brightness shifted accordingly.

The ceremony is about to end, and I... am about to step onto the Immortal Ladder, transcend the [Scepter Ladder], and ascend to the crown of supreme glory, becoming a [Crown Bearer].

After a few years of peaceful slumber, allowing my power to settle, I, Victor, will unite the chaotic and disorganized vampire factions and become the true King of the Night!

No…not just vampires! Werewolves, goblins, ogres, shapeshifters…even wizards, sorcerers…all of them will grovel at my feet!

Viktor, filled with ambition as he envisioned a bright future, trembled slightly with his emaciated body, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips.

"Those foolish and short-sighted humans only know how to pursue external things like secret treasures, how could they know that the power that belongs to them at all times is the only real and true thing!"

Chapter 218 Beheading

The air surged, the roar was deafening, and occasionally pieces of scales and flesh flew everywhere.

"A virtuous person is not born different, but he is good at making use of things. For extraordinary people, external things are also very important."

Zhu Mingyao stared at the two enormous creatures wrestling on the battlefield. He first recited the [Divine Blessing Incantation] once, bestowing a layer of auspicious light upon the Vajra Heroic Spirit. After catching his breath, he muttered to himself.

"What are you babbling about?" Zhu Mingyao raised his hand and brushed a layer of scorching curse on the giant lizard, giving it a slow roasting. The blonde little witch curiously nudged over, her pointed witch's hat close to Zhu Mingyao's face.

Since Bai Ziyuan summoned the totem spirit formed by the combination of the remaining will of the giant ape clan and the spirituality of the earth veins, their "work" pressure has dropped sharply. They have changed from main attackers to full-time support. While watching the [Ape God] display its power, they leisurely hide in the back, slacking off the whole time, only occasionally adding a few positive and negative buffs to both sides.

"What I mean is, the difference between humans and animals is that humans are good at using tools!" Zhu Mingyao said with a shake of his head.

"You all fought really hard just now, right? The moment the Giant Ape Heroic Spirit appeared, the battle situation changed immediately. That's the power of tools!"

Madison nodded thoughtfully. "That makes a lot of sense. Maybe I should work on summoning spells more. Having powerful 'tools' as helpers will make fighting much easier..."

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Zhu Mingyao flicked his index finger, and the sword pellet quietly emerged from the ground, making a sneaky cut on the sole of the giant skeletal lizard's foot, and said in surprise.

"You misunderstood!" He waved his hand. "What I meant was that besides having strong personal strength, you should also try to acquire some powerful magical artifacts. If that guy didn't have the White Bone Soul Gathering Banner passed down in his family, how could he summon a spirit of this level!"

"Hey! I'm right here! Can't you stay away from gossiping behind people's backs?"

Bai Ziyuan gathered soil to form an altar, planted a white bone banner on it, sat cross-legged beneath it, and performed the ritual by forming hand seals, remotely transmitting his magical power to the summoned creature in front of him, complaining irritably.

"Instead of wasting your time being all lovey-dovey, hurry up and put in some effort to take down this guy. That way, we can have some time to go and find some good stuff!"

Zhu Mingyao chuckled, "Don't worry, I've already made preparations in secret. I'll give you the final blow later!"

Since the situation wasn't a life-or-death struggle, he had already informed everyone and, under the guise of refining a spell, had obtained the right to deliver the final, fatal blow.

This giant skeletal lizard is quite powerful. Its spiky tongue is agile and swift, capable of splitting century-old trees like sugarcane and shattering granite rocks like biscuits. It can also spray strong acidic gastric juices like rain. Its combat power is above that of an average innate realm cultivator. In addition, it has thick skin and flesh, making its physical and magical resistance extremely high. If it were a one-on-one fight, Zhu Mingyao estimated that only he and Bai Ziyuan could barely handle it, while the other three would be a bit lacking.

Indeed, apart from the most lethal Cold Iron Sword Pellet, which could inflict some substantial damage, the other methods employed by the group were merely better than nothing.

However, with a powerful main DPS at this moment, these less-than-ideal methods immediately became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The giant lizard is no longer as arrogant as it once was. Its resurrected enemy is not only still incredibly strong, but also possesses the ability to move elusively and appear and disappear unpredictably. Since the start of the battle, a large portion of its fangs has been broken off, five thick bloody welts are on the scales of its tail, and a huge fist-shaped indentation is deeply dented on its skeletal chest.

"Whoosh!" The long, purplish-black tongue, as tough as a steel cable, sliced ​​through the air with a crackling sound like a whip, drawing a strange angle and striking from the blind spot behind the head, viciously lashing out at the enemy's eyes.

The other person's hands and feet were wrestling with him, and even if he noticed in time, he would definitely not be able to fight back!

With this tactic, the Skull Monitor Lizard had defeated countless ferocious prey, and it believed its current enemy would meet the same fate.

However, a giant hand emitting a hazy white light suddenly appeared out of thin air and blocked the long tongue.

Even though it can cause physical damage with force field energy, the giant ape is still a spiritual being in essence. Its physical appearance is just a facade. Changing its shape is a piece of cake for it. Not to mention twisting its arm in violation of joint structure, it can also do more unbelievable movements.

Despite their superior intelligence, the monitor lizards were unable to comprehend such complex information in a brief but intense battle, and immediately suffered a great loss.

Despite the thorny tongue imbued with malevolent energy striking his arm and scattering fragments of spiritual energy, the giant ape swung its hand back, firmly grasped the long tongue, and pulled it forcefully towards itself.

Immediately afterwards, from the monitor lizard's small, black crystal-like eyes, a translucent white fist grew larger and larger!

There was no room for reaction. A massive, overwhelming force slammed into its jaws, causing its nearly 100-meter-long, slender body to temporarily float into the air.

Under external force, the long beak involuntarily snapped shut, and rows of sharp fangs interlocked, biting hard onto the tongue, breaking dozens of them and piercing large holes through it.

The already strained tongue made a sharp, snapping sound like steel wire breaking as it broke off right at the wound, sending a mixture of foul-smelling mucus and purple blood flying everywhere.

Having lost the connection of its tough, barbed tongue, the monitor lizard tilted its head back and fell, causing the ground to shake violently. Dizzy and disoriented, it was unable to get up for a while.

Just then, a tall, bronze-colored figure suddenly ripped the ground open with a bang. The huge black shadow it was carrying swiftly swung its arm, creating a sharp whooshing sound, and deeply embedded itself in the giant lizard's neck, almost severing its head on the spot!

The intense pain jolted the giant lizard back from its daze. Blessed by the Aztec gods, it sensed the approach of death, barely managing to open its massive, shattered jaws, and with all its might, it lunged at its enemy.