According to legend, there were two moons in the night sky of the First Age of Ferdia, one of which is known as the Dark Night Moon, and the other is the Scarlet Moon, which is said to be the origin of the vampire and werewolf races.

The Dark Night Moon casts a silvery moonlight on the earth under the night sky, faintly illuminating the secluded scenery in the forest for the creatures of nature, showing the way home for the lost travelers, and throwing a different kind of light into the dark surface world.

And the scarlet moon sent manic, **, bloodthirsty, and twisted spiritual hints to all places shrouded in her light, and the beasts affected by her turned into the first werewolves in the mortal world, and the ancient humans and ancient elves seduced by her died and became vampires in ancient times, establishing the first blood society in the history of Ferdia.

The evil power of the Crimson Moon is admired by the tyrannical god Breta and the god of slaughter, Slat, who belong to the chaotic evil camp, but this round of unclean things that shine with a demonic light is naturally unacceptable to some gods of the good camp.

Among these good deities, such as Gazteth, the god of justice, and Liv, the goddess of life, could no longer tolerate the scarlet moon's defilement of mortal things.

Thus, the first epoch war in Ferdia's history was used as a fuse to open the iron curtain forged from corpses, and the two theocratic agents of the primeval era in the mortal world, Tiamagos, the dragon of judgment, and Nesarion, the dragon of destruction, fought a war on an unprecedented scale on behalf of the gods of the two camps of good and evil.

The war ended with Tiamagus, the dragon of judgment, killing Nesarian, the dragon of destruction, and destroying the Scarlet Moon on behalf of the will of Gazteth, the god of justice, and Liv, the goddess of life.

Time is rapidly advancing in the direction of the future with majestic momentum in the torrent of history. Three epochs have passed, and the vampires of the Fourth Age have never acknowledged that the ugly and lowly werewolves share a common ancestor, but they have never forgotten that they are the children of the Crimson Moon, and are more than happy to name new things born from their hands with the prefix "Crimson".

For example - the Scarlet Bride.

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"Poof-"

A pair of fangs in the vampire jazz's mouth bit through the delicate skin on the side of the warlock girl's neck, like two merciless stingers piercing into the veins of the warlock girl's neck.

Lilith was pinched by Keir Rivers' large, white but powerful hands, her face quickly turned crimson from lack of oxygen, ten slender fingers reflexively clasped Kiel Rivers' hand around her neck, and the two boot-wrapped feet under the skirt swayed in a struggling nature and small kicks.

The blood-red magic array buzzed at the feet of the Blood Sir, and the evil magical energy was ready to move, **waiting for a suitable command to fully activate them**.

Kilrivers shook his sleeve and took a thumb-sized vial from his sleeve into his left palm, and then slammed the small glass bottle full of alchemical potions to the ground, splashing the colorless potion liquid on the ground.

The magical energy in the Blood Circle boiled over the liquid that splashed on the ground, and they greedily devoured the alchemical liquid, and then used Kilrivers' body as a medium to swarm into the Warlock Maiden's body through the vampire Sir piercing the fangs in Lilith's neck.

From the blood magic array necessary for the unfolding ceremony, to biting the neck, and filling the magic circle with alchemical potions in one moment, Sir Vampire's actions to the warlock girl were completed in just one second or so.

The extremely short duration of the ritual meant that the future Lord Red was very familiar with the process of the operation, and perhaps he had tried and practiced it countless times beforehand, just so that there would be no unnecessary mistakes when making the first Crimson Bride.

Arya, Raymond, and Arroyo saw what Kilrivers had done to Lilith and rushed desperately to where the vampire Sir was, trying to save their fellow warlocks from the damned Blood Baron.

Kilrivers' fangs pressed against the skin of Lilith's neck as if they were kissing. The future Red Lord glanced sideways at the three people who rushed towards him, his bloody left arm raised high to his side, and the circle of blood magic array under his feet that had completed the ritual task instantly changed its appearance, turning into more blood flying knives than when he forced Raymond back before, fixed in mid-air facing Arya, Raymond, and Arroyo.

Kiel Rivers waved his arm, and a dense barrage of countless blood throwing knives swooped down on the three who rushed towards him, and the almost unsolvable barrage once again forced everyone back.

Lilith felt a wave of pain and discomfort creeping into her body. She felt her eyes begin to get tired, the rhythm of her breathing became more clogged, and the two pitch-black pupils in her sockets were gradually obscured by the slowly lowering curtains.

Finn, who was standing a little farther away, had the heart to witness what Kilrivers had done to Lilith, and immediately bared his teeth in hatred, eager to immediately use the spell of a wizard class to teleport himself to the latter, and then picked up the greatsword in his hand and split it in two.

However, it is a pity that his profession is not a wizard, but a paladin, and there is no such spell in the divine arts that can be learned by the clergy profession.

The young paladin realized that it was too late for him to forcibly rescue Lilith from the vampire sir, so he immediately picked up another sword and slashed at the redbearded captain who had just risen from the ground.

Finn's attack on Jackson again came too suddenly, so that the pirate captain who had broken his ankle did not have time to regain his footing, and immediately hurriedly raised his knife-wielding hand to block Finn's attack, but the scimitar in his hand was finally knocked out by the Whistling Blade this time, and his body tragically fell back to the floor of the room again.

Finn put the Whistling Blade next to Jackson's throat and yelled at Sir Vampire, who was also holding a hostage, "Jackson's life is now in my hands!" Kilrivers, do you dare to lift a finger against her again?! ”

As the words fell, Kilrivers easily heard Finn's angry voice, then raised his chin and pulled out a pair of fangs that he had bitten into the warlock girl's neck, and turned his head to meet Finn, who had placed the greatsword in front of Captain Redbeard's throat, his gaze filled with a sense of superiority over his gambling win.

"Of course I don't dare lift a finger of her again, Mr. Paladin." Kill Rivers sneered at Finn, and sneered at Finn's words that he had just threatened him, "Because...... She's already from our side. ”

With that, the young Baron of the Bloods confirmed that the warlock girl in front of him had completely closed her eyes, so he lowered her from mid-air and reached out his other hand to stroke the latter's cheek as if she were asleep.

"Well, beautiful bride, open your ruby eyes, and let me see your graceful and deadly posture." Sir Vampire wrapped his arms around the Warlock Maiden's waist with the hand that had been holding Lilith's neck earlier. His body leaned down slightly, and his crimson eyes tenderly looked at the two closed eyes of the girl and pleaded.

After a blink of an eye, Lilith did reopen her eyes as he had expected.

But then—

The two pupils in the Warlock Girl's eye sockets were not the two "rubies" that Kilrivers had hoped for, nor were they her original jet-black eyes, but two circles of eyeballs, filled with spell runes, and glowing with a faint blue light.

The situation in reality did not develop according to the script that Sir Vampire had in mind, but in this strange way, there was an accident.