Have you had enough, Miss Vampire? It's time to get down to business.

The reason why she was able to gain the favor of the True Ancestor Lilith was entirely the result of chance and coincidence... I guess for her, everything was just a matter of interest.

But "Blessed Isabella" is different.

If I remember correctly, the True Ancestor had chosen the dying Isabella and had her embraced into a vampire. Furthermore, he had her placed in a castle protected by a powerful seal...

These actions were obviously intentional.

The True Ancestor Lilith seemed to have anticipated that she would fall into a long sleep, so she protected Isabella by "imprisonment" to prevent her from becoming the "prey" of other first-generation vampires before she was fully grown.

all in all.

This "little sister" of mine is special to the True Ancestor.

but why?

Emmett never figured this out.

"Regardless, your arrival before me so quickly is truly beyond my expectations," True Ancestor Lilith said to Isabella. "This is no easy feat, and you deserve a reward."

...award?

Isabella frowned when she heard the word.

Her intuition told her that this was definitely not a good thing.

"As for what I should reward you with... well, let me think about it..." True Ancestor Lilith continued, "Right, I'll give you some 'blood'. That's what all of you dream of, isn't it?"

Wait, what do you mean?

Isabella didn't react for a moment.

She wanted to give me some more "True Ancestor Blood" to further enhance my strength? But how could that be possible? After all, this was just a dream, a world made purely of the spirit! Everything that happened here would not affect reality...

"That's right. I really can't give you my 'blood' directly. After all, my real body isn't here." As if seeing through Isabella's doubts, the corners of True Ancestor Lilith's mouth curled up slightly. "So, I can only give you some from other places... For example..."

As she spoke, True Ancestor Lilith's indifferent gaze swept towards where Emmett was.

The latter froze.

Under that gaze, Emmett suddenly felt a chill running through his bones, as if all the blood in his body had stopped flowing in an instant... No, that's not right, this was not an illusion at all!

He was shocked to find that the "blood of the true ancestor" in his body seemed to have suddenly lost its activity, and his spiritual power also stagnated, making it impossible for him to use any extraordinary abilities!

...All vampires are connected by blood to "True Ancestor Lilith".

Literally.

Their power comes from their blood, which is ultimately a part of the True Ancestor... It's as if we can find the True Ancestor through this connection, and in turn, she can use it to control us!

Even if they are thousands of miles apart in the real world, it is not a problem for her!

And now, True Ancestor Lilith has frozen my power.

She wants me to die!

Emmett finally came to his senses.

At the same time, he realized that Isabella's reaction not far away was also a little strange... Her face was flushed, her breathing was rapid, and a frightening murderous light gradually lit up in her eyes!

This reaction was completely opposite to Emmett's.

In other words, the "blood of the true ancestor" in her body was not frozen, but was greatly activated!

"Hiss...ha..."

Isabella gasped for breath, and her originally aristocratic, dignified and reserved temperament and posture also changed... She looked ferocious and terrifying, like a wild beast about to hunt!

The next second, the dream suddenly shattered.

Everything returned to reality, and the scene before my eyes turned back into the abandoned village on the outskirts of Gordon City.

"That's what I was saying. Isn't our 'mother' too partial?"

Emmett sighed and looked at Isabella, who seemed to have lost all reason and was threatening to kill her. "Giving you my 'blood' as a reward, and even depriving me of my ability to resist? What kind of thing is this?"

It is true that I am not afraid of "death", but rather welcome it.

But the death I expect should have a certain meaning.

And, it shouldn't be now.

"Wouldn't a death like this be like becoming a mere cannon fodder in a play?" Emmett smiled bitterly, reaching into his arms and pulling out several valuable high-level talismans. "I can't accept this."

80. Can someone come to the rescue?

Emmett was not very good at "fighting" and had no interest in it at all.

Although he was a first-generation vampire with eighth-level strength and had lived for thousands of years, the number of times he had personally fought for his life with others was actually pitifully small.

What's more, the power in his body has been "frozen" by the True Ancestor, and he can't exert any strength at all.

On the other hand, Isabella's blood was greatly activated. Not only did her abilities increase, but her spirit was also significantly affected...

Now she has become extremely crazy and bloodthirsty, and has obviously completely lost her mind!

It is like an out-and-out monster that simply desires the "blood of the True Ancestor"!

"Such a ferocious expression doesn't suit your pretty face at all, Isabella."

Emmett sighed, staring directly at the silver-haired girl who was rushing towards him with her fangs bared, and quickly activated the talisman in his hand.

The ground shook, noise roared, and a thick brass wall suddenly rose from the ground!

This is a seventh-level spell with the origin of "alchemy". It can create metal substances out of thin air and make them exist for a period of time. In addition, the caster can also change the appearance of this metal creation at will.

As a high-level vampire with a long life, although Emmett was idle most of the time and had no ambition, he had accumulated a lot of knowledge and resources about supernatural powers over hundreds and thousands of years.

It is only natural to carry some high-level spells and props with you in case of emergency.

Ding!

Sharp collisions rang out one after another, and the thick brass wall temporarily blocked Isabella's attack.

Then, Emmett's eyes suddenly became sharp.

With a thought, the brass wall changed its shape, bending and closing, and in the blink of an eye it transformed into an airtight cubic box about three meters square, completely trapping Isabella inside!

"Retract!" Emmett ordered in a deep voice.

As soon as the words fell, the volume of the brass cube began to shrink rapidly... If this continued, in just a few seconds, Isabella, who was trapped inside, would be crushed into a pulp!

However, at this time.

Three deep red bloodstains suddenly appeared on one of the cube's flat surfaces. The next second, with a piercing sound, the brass wall, a full half-meter thick, suddenly exploded!

In the diffuse smoke and dust, a pair of faintly glowing dark red eyes appeared again!

"Hiss—I knew it wouldn't be that simple."

Emmett gasped and quickly stepped back, creating distance.

At the same time, the smoke and dust stirred up by the explosion gradually dissipated, and Isabella's figure with fluttering silver hair and flying dress became clear again... Elegance and brutality coexisted, beautiful and deadly!

The sound of gurgling water could be heard on the ground.

Under Isabella's feet, a large amount of blood quickly seeped out from the soil and gradually accumulated into a tsunami-like wave!

"This..." Emmett's scalp suddenly felt numb.

Although his own abilities were hindered, he could still clearly feel the astonishing and extraordinary power contained in the blood wave... If he was hit head-on, the outcome would definitely not be as simple as "smashed to pieces"!

Hey, this is too exaggerated.

Isabella was already good at fighting, and now her potential has been further activated by the True Ancestor... To be honest, Emmett has no chance of winning at all, and can only rely on the talismans and props on hand to barely hold on.

The question is, how long will her violent state last?

How long can I hold on?

"I don't want such a hasty ending." Emmett thought helplessly, "Can't someone come and save the day?"

……

While riding the galloping horse, Lor suddenly felt a sharp pain in his temple.

There is a soul-level connection between vampires and their followers. As long as the distance between them is not too far, they can sense each other's existence...

However, under normal circumstances, this connection is dominated by Isabella. As long as she is within the sensing range, she can clearly feel Lor's specific location and status; conversely, Lor can only roughly identify Isabella's direction and cannot clearly judge the distance.

But now, he could sense Isabella very clearly!

It felt like Isabella was calling him urgently!

not right...

The ominous premonition grew stronger in Lor's heart.

First of all, it is certain that I am not far from Isabella now... However, it is still a long way to reach Gordon City. Could it be that the young lady has left the city?

"My name is Lor, and I am completely loyal to Miss Isabella. Meeting her, who is so gentle, kind, intelligent, beautiful, and lovely, is the greatest blessing of my life."

Lor silently recited the spell used to activate "sensory synchronization" in his mind, trying to get in touch with Isabella.

However, there was no response.

"Her condition is obviously not good..."

Lor's heart sank, and he decisively jumped off the horse.

At this moment, the horse's running speed had reached its limit and could not accelerate further. So, he decided to simply abandon the horse on the road, and then use magic to strengthen himself and run directly on his own two feet.

Only in this way can we get to the young lady as quickly as possible!

……

same moment.

Joyce, the acting captain of the Gordon City Exorcist Squad, has arrived at the scene alone.

Although he was still some distance away from the two people fighting and could not see their figures directly, witnessing the surging blood waves in front of him and feeling the terrifying spiritual power coming towards him at close range still made him break out in a cold sweat!

This momentum and this scene are even more powerful than the scene when Lucinda was surrounded and suppressed!

Joyce paused slightly, trying to discern the spiritual characteristics of the two men.

"Judging from the feeling of spiritual power, only one of these two should be a vampire, and undoubtedly a high-level demigod...

"As for the other one, he seems to be constantly using various types of spells and props. His origins and strength level are currently unknown... But he dared to confront a demigod-level vampire head-on and survived an instant defeat. He must be a tough guy."

I initially guessed that both warring parties should be vampires.

It seems that the actual situation is not like this.

"If I also join the battle and join forces with that person, I might have a chance to subdue that high-level vampire." Joyce thought silently.

Having said that, I can't help but feel a little hesitant.

He lowered his head slightly, glanced at the thorn patterns on his arm, and whispered to himself:

"Tsk tsk, being a hero isn't really my style... But for Gordon, and to live up to Ronina's trust, I have no choice but to do this. Thorn, Thorn, I'm relying on you for everything. Please don't let me down."

Take a deep breath, muster up your courage, and step forward.

As the distance gradually shortened, the figures of the two people fighting gradually became clearer.

One of them was a handsome man dressed in aristocratic attire, but at the moment he was clearly at a disadvantage... And the high-ranking vampire opponent who was making him exhausted was a stunningly beautiful girl with silver hair, red eyes, and a white dress, radiating a certain elegance amidst her madness...

Um?and many more.

This girl looks so familiar...

"Lor's fiancée?"

An expression of shock remained on Joyce's face for a long time.

It was as if he was struck by a bolt of thunder, and the whole person was completely stunned.

81.Hold on a little longer

Lor's fiancée is actually a vampire?

Moreover, he was a terrifying existence possessing demigod-level strength? !

Joyce froze in place for more than ten seconds, then shuddered violently, as if his body had been suddenly electrocuted.