With a boom, lightning tugged, tearing through the sky.

Just like the day hundreds of years ago, when the oracle defeated Cornelia, a huge magical force surged upwards from the ground.

The light traced back, breaking through the clouds and reaching the black dragon's right eye.

Bang!

Another thunderclap.

The rain drenched Robin's clothes and face.

But he didn't realize it.

Legend has it that the Soul Sealing Blade is a sacred artifact of the Oracle of Sykorid, possessing supreme power.

It can poke open dragons' eyes.

Ban the forces of evil.

It is a treasure coveted by countless mages.

But, but—

There was no massive damage to the vampire's body, as Robin had imagined.

Prisra still stood intact, standing in front of them.

Even when she pulled the dagger out of her palm, the amount of blood that came out of it was pitiful.

Presra frowned in pain, holding the Soul Sealing Blade behind her back.

At the tip of the dagger, a drop of bright red blood dripped down and shattered on the ground.

Something must be wrong!

"This dagger ......"

Prisra stared into his palm.

The one-inch wound that had been pierced was healing rapidly and at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Her fingers gently fumbled with the handle of the dagger, feeling the pattern on it.

The end of the dagger is engraved with intricate mana inscriptions.

The supreme magic of the oracle.

One and only.

"Soul Sealing Blade."

She murmured softly, her gaze a little misty, and she didn't dare to stare any further.

The vampire lowered his gaze to Robin's face and lowered his left hand.

Tick.

The last drop of blood fell to the ground.

At this point, the wound in the palm of the palm has completely healed.

Not only Prisla, but also Raven's face was full of surprise.

Judging by their expressions, this Soul Sealing Blade didn't look like a fake.

But......

How could its power be just that?

Robin looked at Prisra quizzically.

Look at her injured left hand, and the dagger she was holding behind her back.

Something must be wrong!

"It's a pity, it's a pity you're not an oracle." Prisra shook her head, her face full of pity, "You know, for a magic weapon to work, it must first recognize your abilities. You're too weak, Robin. ”

"Moreover, not having enough ability to control magic weapons is an extremely dangerous thing."

This time, it's Raven's voice.

"Magic weapons have very powerful powers, and they need to be mentally firm to use them, otherwise they may be devoured by them, and in turn become puppets controlled by magic weapons."

Raven's voice became extremely serious and terrifying, "That dagger isn't for you yet, Robin. ”

Speaking of which, Robin finally understood why the Soul Sealing Blade was useless in his hands.

At the end of the day, he doesn't have enough to handle it.

Therefore, that dagger, the legendary artifact, was just an ordinary weapon for him.

So much for.

Being able to pierce Prisla's left hand can only be said to be thanks to the sharpness of the Soul Sealing Blade itself.

……

"Hahaha...... How could the Soul Sealing Blade be in your hand. ”

Prisra laughed out loud, the muscles of her face trembling, and with that hideous face, it looked a little weird and terrifying.

"It was supposed to be in the Rose Castle, with Cornelia ......"

Prisra suddenly stopped smiling and turned her head sideways in disbelief.

A pair of scarlet pupils looked into Robin's eyes in surprise.

"So, you saw her, didn't you?"

See her?

Robin had absolutely no idea what the vampire was talking about.

Raven turned his head sideways, looking at them quizzically.

"Caroline."

Prisra uttered a name out of his mouth.

Caroline.

When he heard the name, Robin's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

To this day, he still vividly remembers the battle between Caroline and Vivian in the basement.

and the hollow look in her eyes when she finally died.

The eyes that were blinded by his radiant magic finally revealed unwillingness......

and liberation.

"My dear sister, in order to compete for the throne, she did not hesitate to bring out Cornelia's corpse in an attempt to resurrect the terrible bloodline that could turn into a black dragon."

Upon hearing Prisra say all this, Robin suddenly realizes that Kaye's previous guesses are true.

Vampires come to the Western Continent at the risk of their lives, and Caroline will do whatever it takes to perform an evil ritual to resurrect Cornelia.

"It's a shame."

Prisla's eyes lit up.

Her right hand rubbed the hilt of the knife, her eyes misty.

A meaningful smile hangs on the corner of his mouth.

"So, please tell me that my sister is dead, isn't she? Otherwise, this dagger will not appear in your hand. ”

"Yes, she's dead."

Robin replied.

"And you ......"

He raised his hand and pointed at Prisra.

"All vampires will eventually perish."

Prisra did not speak.

She was silent, as if she hadn't heard what Robin had just said.

She just stared ahead in a daze, her gaze far away.

It seems to be lost in memory.

"Huh-"

Prisra chuckled, her eyes complicated.

"That's fine, after Caroline is dead, there will be no one to snatch the throne with me."

She looked up at the night sky, a self-deprecating smile on her lips.

"Of course, the premise is that the one who is now high up will also have a day of perdition."

Prisla's throat twitched, and his face was a little moved.

The darkness blurred her outline.

Only one pair of eyes sparkled.

"All vampires are going to perish."

Prisra muttered to herself, the expression on her face changing violently.

Sometimes sad, sometimes joyful.

The right corner of her mouth twitched, and her fingers trembled slightly.

"If it's really like what you say."

"Will she perish one day? Robin the Chosen One? ”

When he saw Prisla's expectant eyes, Robin was suddenly stunned.

That sad gaze, and a lonely expression......

It doesn't look like it's pretending.

"You're such a madman."

Raven said dismissively, "Who knows who you're talking about?!" ”

Although Prisra didn't mention [her] name at all, as Raven said, at this moment, Robin vaguely understood who the person Prisra was talking about was-

The great king of the Holy Blood Empire, the immortal Catherine the Great.

She is also the mother of Caroline and Prisla.

If Catherine doesn't die, how can Caroline and Prisra sit on the throne?

But, Does King Catherine die?

She lived for so many years.

Experienced two bloody battles.

But it's still standing.

She really ...... Will there ever be a day of destruction?

"Yes."

Robin responded, "Everything has an end. Someday, we'll destroy you blood-eating monsters. ”

"Haha......" Prisra laughed, looking at Robin softly.

"It's a simple guy who doesn't know whether to live or die. Still, I like you a little bit. ”

Like......

Robin's chest froze.

Are you kidding?

"And what about you, what are you here for?" He asked, "Are you here to fight for the throne?" ”

If Caroline can resurrect Cornelia, she may be able to fight against King Catherine.

And what about Prisla, did she come to the Western Continent also to seek the power to kill Catherine?

If such a powerful force really exists in the Western Continent, then what should it be?

"Hah...... Are you kidding. Prisra let out a disdainful snort, "Don't compare me to that coward Caroline. I'm not that interested in the throne. ”

"Then you are ......"

"Of course it is—"

The vampire licked his lips and laughed knowingly.

"For you. Robin. ”

……

。 m.