Huh? Are they all real?...

So who do you think will survive tonight?

The other person also stood up unhurriedly.

He carried neither a sword nor a cane; the only thing he possessed was a luxurious formal suit.

After carefully tidying his appearance, he put his hands behind his back and said:

"I don't know where you got the nerve, but don't get my clothes dirty later. I need to wear this to meet someone important!"

"Ah, you'd better not lie on the ground begging for mercy like a dead dog!"

The duke, holding the sword, nodded and said:

"That's right, that's right, that would be so boring."

After saying that, they laughed and looked towards the entrance of the hall.

Then, as they laughed, they stopped laughing.

This sense of oppression was somewhat unexpected and far exceeded the information they had.

The duke holding the sword immediately slashed his palm, and a large amount of blood instantly soaked the sword. Nourished by the blood, the terrifying weapon almost came to life and began to twist and deform.

The Grand Duke, dressed in a luxurious gown, solemnly took out two Level 1 sealed artifacts from behind him.

"Okay, I admit I underestimated you a bit."

"You've got me excited, you audacious bastard."

Amidst their voices and vigilance, Moen finally came into their view.

The next moment, both dukes' pupils shrank sharply.

His Majesty? ! ! ! ! ! ! !

How is that possible?!

This doesn't match the information they have at all!

Wasn't he supposed to be just a slightly stronger angel?!

How could it be His Majesty?!

However, they quickly realized the root of the problem.

Bathory did it on purpose; he probably even used the castle to conceal their senses.

Only in this way will the two of them be completely bound to his side.

Because the two of them have now committed the grave crime of blasphemy against the king, if they want to avoid being punished, they have no choice but to go down a dark path.

Realizing they had been tricked, their faces instantly darkened.

But they were, after all, the leaders of two ducal families, possessing a decisiveness and ruthlessness far beyond that of ordinary people.

After exchanging a glance, they ran towards Moen together.

They are angels too, the king is an angel, and the heavens have been hidden by the goddess Aurora.

Dark Moon had long since closed her heart.

So now they are simply facing a powerful angel.

Not only did they side with the Blood Moon, they also committed the grave crime of blasphemy against the King.

Therefore, it's quite obvious what they're up to!

The two men moved faster and faster, their expressions becoming increasingly ferocious.

Closer, closer, ever closer.

Finally, when the two sides were only seven or eight meters apart, the two dukes made their move.

They all lunged forward at once!

Then, in a prostrate position, he slid several meters to Moen's feet!

After sliding to Moen's feet, both of them burst into tears:

"Your Majesty, please spare my life!"

"Your Majesty, we have all been bewitched!"

Just kidding, a mortal is a mortal, and a king is a king.

They must be crazy to fight a king to the death.

Moreover, the collapse of the Blood Moon Reign was almost entirely caused by this man.

In that distant era, there were many vampire angels who were more powerful than them, but they all died in the end. The reason was that the king removed their heads one by one and hung them on his spear.

Moen, who was not at all surprised by the two grand dukes' tearful outbursts, paid them no heed whatsoever.

He stepped over their bodies and walked past them.

The two dukes waited without even breaking a sweat for the king to leave.

Only after the footsteps had truly disappeared did they, relieved to have survived, quickly check themselves over.

I'm afraid that I might be missing something without even realizing it.

After realizing they were truly alright, they left the hall, sweating profusely and supporting each other.

They need to hurry outside and fight the Pure White Dynasty.

Not only must they appear incredibly brave, but ideally they should be wounded and on the verge of death after achieving great victories.

Chapter 221 How dare you? (3k)

Although he was in the main city of the Bathory family, Moen could still hear the earth-shaking noises outside clearly.

Even the moonlight was completely replaced by the red glow of gunfire.

After gazing out the window for a moment, Moen continued walking upwards.

It is clear that Bathory and the White Dynasty are the ones who have the absolute upper hand on the outside.

Little Alucard must be so overwhelmed he can barely lift his head.

Even with the addition of two new companies and the return of her father, the situation is unlikely to improve much.

Because Moen also saw fortresses from other vampire families approaching.

In terms of aerial combat, the vampire clan's family fortresses are clearly more impressive.

These fortresses are almost all relics from the Age of Gods.

These are divine weapons created to win the final divine war.

Sometimes it's really hard to believe that such exaggerated aerial warfare could exist in a world where even breech-loading guns haven't been fully figured out yet.

Because of the emergence of the extraordinary, many aspects of this world have experienced almost unimaginable differences.

Moen clearly understood the Pure White Dynasty's plans: they wanted to break through the Acado family's defenses as soon as possible and then directly invade Seven Hills.

At that time, as long as the last seal is broken, even the biggest storm will stop.

In silence, Moen walked into the new hall.

This is the private meeting room that the Bathory family prepared for its members.

It was naturally not as large as the one below, but the decoration and furnishings were more exquisite. The walls of the meeting hall were adorned with exquisite and ancient oil paintings, each telling the story of the glorious history of the Bathory family.

This collection includes works by successive heads of the Bathory family, as well as their own writings.

Moen even saw himself in two of the paintings.

The first image shows the first Grand Duke Bathory having cut off his own finger, but he is not fully visible; he is merely depicted as a hermit in a robe.

The second image shows the Duke of Bathory, who succeeded him, kneeling to welcome his arrival with his sons, in the form of the Dark Moon King.

After glancing at it, Moen stepped onto the luxurious carpet, the one whose name he couldn't even recall.

The feeling was very special, like stepping on soft snow, but it was exceptionally warm.

In the silence, Moen, who had been advancing, looked at Grand Duke Bathory who had come to block his way.

Honestly, Moen thought this guy would be hiding higher up.

Noticing that Moen's gaze had fallen on him, Grand Duke Bathory unconsciously took a step back.

Even with thorough preparations, the oppressive feeling brought by the king still far exceeded his expectations.

He had seen kings, but not Moen, nor the King of the Blood Moon. The eras of those two were too far removed from his own.

He met a great man from the wilderness, and he was deeply impressed by his lion and gold attire.

However, because the other party arrived as a guest, he did not feel the oppressive aura that a king should have.

A moment later, realizing this, he took a few more steps forward with a gloomy expression.

"The Great Dark Moon King, Friend of the King of Turin, Ender of the Eternal Blood Moon, Hero of the Age of Confusion, Apostate of us, Beth the Piercer, the One Who Betrayed the Covenant."

The first half of the sentence was extremely high-pitched, while the second half was extremely somber.

The first half of the sentence is self-explanatory, while the second half refers to Moen's betrayal of the Blood Church as a vampire, his temptation of the Blood Saintess to break her vows, and the contemptuous and fearful title bestowed upon him by many vampires during the Eternal Blood Moon Era—Zebes the Piercer.

Because he always impaled vampires to death, the vampires felt this was a great insult and an unacceptable cruelty.

But compared to the Blood Nobles during the Blood Dynasty's rule, Moen has always felt that his methods of retaliation were unusually mild.

The Rose Crossbow that Mr. Tyrell wields in Stoneholdt, the Lionheart's capital, is a weapon designed for torture rather than killing; the Blood Nobles have certainly invented quite a few of these.

In later generations, many torturers would try to excavate the ruins of the Blood Dynasty in the hope of finding torture tools from that period.

Because they all realized that the interrogation methods they had painstakingly devised were most likely no match for the impromptu whims of the blood nobles for their amusement.

Even if the Dark Moon Era banned all of this, even if the Dark Moon Era destroyed all of this.

Basically, as long as it's a relic from that period, and it's of a certain size, you're bound to find some unusual torture instruments that you've never seen before.

Moen still remembers seeing a ring that was beautifully designed and so exquisitely crafted that it almost pushed the limits of human imagination. If it were used to propose, no girl would be able to refuse it.

But once a girl is actually put on the mask, she will suffer torment that she will never forget in her life, even though she is immersed in a great sense of happiness.

It wasn't as simple as adding barbs to a ring to prick your finger, nor was it about putting poison on it; those things were a joke to the blood nobles.

The ring was forged from the pus and blood of a blasphemous dragon, and it would instantly dissolve once worn.

And what is the pus and blood of the blasphemous dragon? It is a terrifying pollution that nearly cursed the rivers of the entire world, a horrible curse that only the gentleness and mercy of the sacred tree can bear.

Yet a nobleman of blood added such a vicious twist to the eternal proof of love.

Moen could hardly imagine how desperate the victim must have felt, having thought it was heaven only to fall into hell.

Therefore, Moen never felt that destroying the Blood Dynasty and imitating the tyranny of the Impaler was a cruel thing.

He even felt that he was a bit slow.

Therefore, Moen smiled dismissively at Bathory's accusations:

"This is how an era of decay and depravity should end."

As Moen drew closer, Grand Duke Bathory, who had intended to continue speaking, suddenly realized he had no desire to continue at all.

He just wanted to end it all as soon as possible.

All the prepared remarks and sarcastic remarks were rendered useless; they all turned into fear.

Even if the other party wasn't wielding that terrifying sword-shaped spear, even if it was the first time he had ever seen the other party.

However, the terrifying rumors from the piercer and the natural pressure of being a king still made him want to flee in panic.

This is not a king like the Sword and Shield King, who only has the title of king but no real power.

This is a true powerhouse who has fought across two eras.

However, when he placed his hand on his left hand, that fear vanished instantly.

What emerged in turn was boundless courage.

The Ring of Earth is still in his hands!

Although the despicable Dark Lord toyed with their great vampire clan, the nineteen rings he forged did indeed possess unimaginable power.

Each one exceeds the limit of a level one sealed artifact. Although it cannot compare to uniqueness, these rings have one very, very good advantage - they can use power without paying a price!