As soon as the words fell, Old Jack also discovered that the flying weight was a strange red wooden box! Just as the wooden box was about to fall in an arc, the red box suddenly burst open, and the powder inside spread like a sandstorm by the wind, and in a few seconds it enveloped the little centaur of the black heron.

These extremely delicate powders fell on the bare skin of the black heron warriors, just like pouring red-hot charcoal fire directly on them, instantly rising corrosive white smoke! The skin disintegrated, the muscles were exposed, and the blood-red wounds were covered with boiling bubbles, and the black heron soldiers who were eroded by the powder wailed in pain, but this would make the pervasive powder fall into their mouths......

"This thing...... It's silver!" Old Jack was shocked and angry at this time, he never expected that Vlad III would actually use such a crazy attack! Because of the wind, the silver powder that fell on his body was the least, even so, one-third of Old Jack's face was completely burned by silver, and the exposed tissues were still emitting an extremely unpleasant white mist at the moment.

Due to the extraordinary bloodline, the erosion of silver did not go too deep, and the super self-healing ability of the blood prince and the erosion of silver powder reached a dynamic balance, but the price of this balance was extreme physical pain.

"You madman, you're not afraid to put your own people in it...... Wait a minute, why haven't you been eroded?" Old Jack suddenly noticed Vlad III walking over with a sneer and a sword, and asked in shock.

"The answer to this question is in hell!" Vlad III leaped high, and the kiss of the Goddess of Radiance in his hand turned into a brilliant blue light, pointing directly at the top of Old Jack's head. The silver blade was hidden under the light, like a cunning Grim Reaper using its tattered black robe to hide the scythe's edge.

The wound on his face affected Old Jack's vision, and he didn't dare to resist the blow, so he decisively abandoned his horse, and while retreating, he didn't forget to fan the air around him with his robe, trying to ensure that he was not eroded by the silver powder.

The war horse was swept by the blue light, and instantly turned into a scattered piece of meat, and a black scimitar shining with blazing red lines was handed out from between the gaps in the flesh, colliding with the cyan sword light, and the brilliant sparks instantly reflected everything around him. After all, he is the prince of the Black Heron clan, even if he is slightly injured, with his strong bloodline and skills, it is still not something that ordinary people can easily fight.

But Vlad III didn't care, his purpose was not Old Jack in the first place. With the power of "Allah", Vlad III instantly crossed over the head of Old Jack and plunged headlong into a thick "silver dust storm". The Black Heron's soldiers had been tormented by silver powder, which could easily penetrate through the cracks in their armor, and as soon as it touched the flesh, it would immediately glow with a corrosive white mist.

Vlad III rushed between these bloody human figures like a red bolt of lightning, and the kiss of the Goddess of Radiance didn't even need to be waved, just a gentle drag over these twisted human forms could easily harvest their lives.

Old Jack could only hold the sword and anxiously spin in place, there would be a dull sound of falling to the ground every minute and every second in the silver dust, the death of every black heron soldier meant the loss of his own racial strength, he originally thought that it would be easy to eat Vlad III, but now it seems that this loss has exceeded his imagination.

The death of 30,000 Ottoman soldiers was enough for Mehmed II to kill him, but this was nothing to Old Jack, and his face on the side of the blood clan had been lost, and even if he really killed Vlad III, he would not be able to raise his head in front of the princes of the secret party......

Just as he was thinking wildly, there was a piercing sound in the sky again, and thousands of stakes and spears pierced the air into the silver dust that had not yet dissipated from the air over a long distance, and for a moment I don't know how many screams came to an abrupt end in this wave of attacks.

The sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air sounded from behind Old Jack, and he subconsciously swung his knife, just blocking the insidious blow. Old Jack jerked his head back, only to see Vlad III's scarlet eyes glow a blinding red, and then the sword in his hand was raised to his side at an eerie angle.

"I can't stop it. "The eagle's claw-like wizened left hand was slashed by Vlad III's sword, Old Jack completely abandoned his defense after realizing this, concentrated the strength of his whole body on the scimitar in his right hand and slashed at Vlad III's neck, the knife that exchanged injuries for life had an incomparable momentum, and the alchemy lines were so red that even the air was burned to the point of distortion!

In the face of this mortal knife, Vlad III actually showed a faint smile on his face, and in the next second, his body turned into countless silver bats and flew away, and then a fierce knife shot out from "Allah", splitting the silver dust of dozens of meters around.

Before Old Jack could react to what had happened, a blood-stained right hand burst out of his left chest, still holding a slow-beating heart. Vlad III stood firmly behind him, little by little, pulling the hand that was holding the heart out of Old Jack's body......

"What the hell are you ...... What kind of monster is it?" Unexpectedly, the prince of the black heron did not roar hysterically, nor did he whisper in a low voice, he just pressed the bloody hole in his chest with his remaining right hand and asked in astonishment.

"As I said, the answer to this question is in hell. Vlad III replied nonchalantly. Even if he is a prince of the blood clan, his self-healing ability will be greatly inhibited after the heart is removed, which can be seen from the constantly corroded wound on Old Jack's face, "If your last words are like this, then I have clearly received it, and you can rest in peace." ”

"What a cold bastard, even colder than your dead father! Dead people don't betray secrets, can't you just fulfill my last request?" said Old Jack angrily, blood spilling uncontrollably from his mouth as his mood fluctuated.

"Sorry...... Only untold secrets are the safest. "Old Jack's heart was pinched and exploded by Vlad III, and although the heart had left his body, Old Jack's body still had uncontrollable spasms when his heart was broken. Immediately after that, the cyan sword light flashed, and Old Jack's half-corroded vicious head fell in response......

Black Heron, one of the seventeen clans of vampires in the past, and one of the twelve clans of the secret party today, is not a particularly powerful existence no matter what era it is in. Prince Jack of the Black Heron tried everything to improve the status of the clan, but now even he no longer exists, and the clan that has lost the protection of the thousand-year-old king is destined to go down the road of decline.

"I was going to give you a dignified death, but your words were too much. Glancing at the headless corpse in a magnificent black robe, Vlad III turned and walked into the dissipating silver dust, where his men did not dare to set foot, so the life of the pain and wailing in the silver dust could only be harvested by him alone.

"It's a busy and monotonous job......"

Of the 2,500 Black Heron warriors, less than half of them eventually fled back to the capital. Except for a few hundred unlucky people who were killed by the overwhelming throwing of spears and stakes in the silver dust, all the rest were wiped out by Vlad III one by one! As one of the last few clans in the seventeen clans of the blood clan, the number of pure-bloods was originally less than a thousand, and after this fiasco, at least one-third of the pure-bloods died on the battlefield, plus the death of the prince, the overall strength has reached the bottom of the blood clan.

In order to avoid the collapse of the clan as a whole, under the admiration of Joshua, the two sons and daughters of Jack, the king of the black heron, and the Brandon siblings, jointly assumed the duties of the prince. As the most "favored" courtier of the previous prince, Joshua still retains his position and wields exalted power among the current black heron.

In addition, at Joshua's suggestion, the two new kings were in charge of the clan, and he himself replaced Jack Sr. in the House of Representatives. Regarding this, although Sister Brandon was very dissatisfied with this, she agreed to the current situation.

Old Jack is dead, the balance of power is bound to be redistributed, and the problems within the Black Heron clan alone are already a headache for the Brandon siblings, and it is precisely because of this that Joshua can successfully inherit the position of councilor in the secret party.

When he came out of the council, Joshua still had a formula smile on his face, and even the old foxes who had lived for thousands of years inside couldn't see through his true thoughts. He was probably the youngest member of parliament since the founding of the Secret Party, only twenty-four years old, which of course refers to the age after the first embrace, and according to Old Jack, what he gave Joshua was a new life.

"Sure enough, the world would be much more perfect without you, and as the closest person to you, I will take good care of everything in the clan. Looking at the white moon in the sky, Joshua said silently in his heart with a charming smile on his face.

Behind a certain pillar outside the council hall, Chromia in moon-white palace dress stood quietly, perfectly hiding her figure by the solemn marble column. Her gaze fell on the strange young man, and she scrutinized it as a bastard to sit in the seat of the councilor, and that alone was enough to attract attention.

"I must contact Vlad, after this war, the Black Heron and Romania are bound to fight each other. A new councillor with such a deep scheming mind will definitely cause him great losses if he is not careful......" After making up her mind in her heart, Chromia disappeared from behind the stone pillar with a flicker.

Joshua in front of the council didn't notice any of this, still looking up at the white moonlight under the night sky.

News of the elder Jack's death soon reached the Ottoman royal palace, and Mehmed II on the throne fell into an irrepressible rage after a brief moment of stunnedness. The delicate and luxurious desk was littered with marks of being slashed, and the parchment that conveyed information was torn and scattered like snowflakes on the ground, and no one dared to go up to persuade him, after all, an angry conquering king was far more terrifying than a lion.

"Ten days! Ten days of sacrifice of human heads is the death of more than 30,000 of my men, ah?" said Muhammad II angrily, if it were not for the fact that Old Jack's body was not here, he would have whipped him to pulp! The army of more than 30,000 men finally returned less than 1,200, which had never been seen in the history of his army, and such a shame made his heart extremely manic.