Van Zhuo, this is a very special class of vampires, which first appeared in the Alchemy Age five or six hundred years ago.

It is said that there are some crazy alchemists who have gotten the blood of vampires out of nowhere for eternal life, and after a long period of research, they have finally mastered the dark technology that can turn humans into vampires, and these vampires mutated by humans are called Simor vampires.

The Simor vampire may be the weakest of the vampire xenos, not to mention that it can't be compared to the most powerful vampire xenomorph Gangaro, and it may not even be as powerful as the more powerful ordinary vampire, but in any case, the Simor vampire are the closest to human vampires, they can freely control their sharp claws and fangs, and even their breath, as long as they themselves don't want to, no one can spot them from the crowd.

The Simor vampires are very fragile and may only be slightly stronger than the average human, but in terms of lifespan, they are far superior to humans, and even long-lived elves may not be able to match them.

However, a very special class of vampires was born among the vampires of Simor, this kind of vampires have a terrible power comparable to Gangaro, although there is not much enhancement in the ** strength, but they can freely control the blood, in order to distinguish between the two, alchemists call the latter Van Zhuo vampire, which represents incredible abilities in ancient languages.

In the world of vampires, the guy with the most powerful power is undoubtedly Gangero, who has the power of souls, and even their own existence violates the basic laws of the world.

The only difference between the two is that Gangero vampires gain power by devouring souls, while Vangeles gain power by sucking blood, and compared to Gangero's almost werewolf-like fighting style, Vangeles have incomparable terrifying abilities: they can freely control a certain range of blood, and can be said to be the natural enemies of almost all life species with blood, except for Gangero, in the same level of creatures, they can be said to be invincible.

Yes, Gangaro's own existence is constant, their strength will never decay, even if they are killed once, they will only become temporarily weakened, and the lost power will still slowly return to their bodies, which means that the power belonging to Gangaro will never be absorbed by the other party, but ordinary life species can't do this, especially humans, at this point, the fighting style of the Van Zhuo vampire is enough to compare to the Gungero vampire, becoming the most terrifying synonym.

In front of Ulrik, who is a Vendra vampire, the necromancer's proud undead magic has no effect, and neither the white bone nor the bone soul spells can harm Ulrik's body that is between the physical and the illusory, because that body is only made of blood, and as long as the blood is still sufficient, then Ulrik will not be defeated.

There is no way, the necromancer can only cast a magic similar to acid armor to corrupt Ulrik's blood as a body, but this effect is very unsatisfactory, not to mention that there is enough blood floating around Ulrik, even if even that blood is consumed, he can still draw fresh blood from those necromancers. - The life species with blood flowing in its body is at an absolute disadvantage when it comes to the Vampire in front of the Vampire!

Taking advantage of the attention of the necromancers to Ulrik, Manhet secretly motioned to the senior student Madele, asking him to quietly leave the side alley with the students.

Professor Manhert was secretly relieved to watch one student after another quietly slip into the alley without attracting the other's attention, but when his straight line swept to Argus, he looked at him with interest as he stroked his chin.

Discovered by this demonic man!

However, to Professor Manhet's surprise, Argus only smiled playfully, then turned his gaze back to Ulrique, who was in the field, much to Manhet's gratification.

"What a great fellow!" Argus muttered as he watched Ulrik freely control blood attacks or defenses, as he sat on the barrel with his chin propped up, "The power is completely incomparable, but the speed is on par with Jean, and the resilience is more powerful than Jean...... What's even more incredible is that this guy can control the blood in other people's bodies!--how did I never hear of such vampires in the world?" he said, turning to Connell and smiling, "Hey, let, what do you think?"

Connell glanced at Argus faintly, and snorted coldly, "It's okay!—but he's not my match!" he said, continuing to look at Ulrike with a solemn and puzzled look, for he smelled something very familiar in the other's blood...... "Yes!" Argus laughed, and beside him, the necromancer Poole calmly analyzed Ulrique.

"Completely immune to physical blows, magic doesn't work...... His power should come from that blood, if it can destroy it...... You can kill him!"

"Really?" Argus chuckled, "can it really be that easy?"

Glancing at Argus, Poole whispered a spell before he suddenly raised his wand and pointed sharply at Ulrik.

With a few whooshing sounds, several bone spears entwined with the power of death shot towards Ulrik.

For this kind of physical blow, Ulrik didn't seem to pay attention to it at all, didn't dodge or dodge, didn't care about the bone spear cast by Poole, and continued to attack those necromancers.

"Stupid!" Poole's mouth showed a slightly contemptuous smile, and then the wand pointed down, and shouted, "Fall!"

I saw that the bone spears suddenly changed direction, and they were nailed to the ground with a few bangs, Ulrik was a little puzzled by this, but in the next second, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, his body seemed to be under some kind of restriction, and he couldn't move.

"Ulrique, what's going on? The bone spears didn't hit him at all......" Looking at Ulrike in the field, he gritted his teeth and seemed to struggle with all his might, and Dia was a little puzzled.

Perhaps hearing Dia's voice, Argus smiled and said, "It's your friend who is too careless!" he said, holding out his finger to the ground at Ulrik's feet, and said jokingly, "My companion Poole is a good necromancer, it is impossible to make an attack for no reason, Poole's target is not the vampire, but the shadow of that guy!"

"Eventful!" Poole glanced disapprovingly at Argus, who shrugged playfully.

"What?" Dia subconsciously looked at Ulrik's shadow, and sure enough, his shadow was pinned to death by several bone spears.

Looking at the struggling Ulrik, Poole lowered his head slightly and whispered, "It's over!" As soon as the words fell, a crack opened in the ground under Ulrik's feet, and in the gap, a dark green plant grew out of the ground, and at the top of those branches, a huge crimson flower was gradually blooming, like a giant mouth full of thin teeth, this was obviously a dark plant growing in the realm of death, [Blood Red Thorn--Deeuardis] If you are devoured by this plant, unless you are a creature like Gangaro, even a vampire will not be able to get out of it.

"Be careful!" Ulrik ......" In Dia's exclamation, Ulrik's body suddenly dissolved into a pool of blood, he seemed to want to escape the shadow bondage, but his actions seemed to be expected by Poole.

"Hmph!" Poole raised his wand and mocked, "I expected you to be like this!" As soon as the words fell, the blood-red thorn suddenly stretched out vines, sucking the blood on the ground.

"Ulrike ......" In the disbelieving eyes of Dia and others, Ulrike reshaped his body again, but his appearance was very miserable, not only only the upper half of his body, but even the blood on his back had lost most of it, and the blood on the severed limbs was squirming slightly, looking a little disgusting.

"Oh! I see!" Argus whistled.

I saw Poole glance at Ulrik coldly, and said in a deep voice, "Even if it is the legendary Vanda vampire, as long as he is not allowed to get enough blood, there is nothing to fear!"

"That's right," Argus said with a wry smile, playfully, "but you seem to have forgotten something, and as a companion, I'll kindly remind you that that guy is a vampire......

Before Argus could finish his sentence, Ulrik suddenly turned into a bloody arrow and shot at a necromancer at great speed.

It was so fast that the necromancer didn't have time to react, let alone chant a spell to cast a defensive spell, he could only subconsciously raise his hand at best, and at the same time close his eyes in despair, as a human instinct in times of danger.

But to his surprise, the blood arrow did not penetrate his body, and just as he was glad for this, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck, and immediately, the strength of his whole body seemed to be drained.

In Poole's stunned eyes, Argus glanced at Ulrik, who was leaning over the necromancer's back to suck blood, and teased, "Sure enough, this guy is also a vampire when he says this, and it is too easy for him to replenish blood......" As he spoke, he touched his chin and said curiously, "But why didn't he use that move? Could it be that he lost too much blood to perform?" Hmm...... Looks like so, right!"

"Smack!" The necromancer had been drained of blood and turned into a dried corpse, but Ulrik, who had been given enough blood, had once again completely reshaped his body, and at this time, he was completely meek and licked his lips provocatively at Poole.

"You bastard!" Poole finally became angry when he saw another of his compatriots killed by the damn vampire, and pointed his wand at Ulrik as the blood-red thorn suddenly sprouted branches, as if trying to tie them up and drain them.

Looking at the blood-red thorn that had just made him suffer a big loss, Ulrik stretched out his right hand and shook it violently, only to hear a scream like a baby, and the blood-red thorn suddenly went crazy and whipped everything around him with its branches, as if it was suffering some unbearable pain.

Before Poole could react, the spores under the blood-red thorns suddenly exploded, and green juice splashed everywhere, and in those green liquids, a trace of red blood was separated, and it returned to Ulrik's side again.

"How is that possible?" Looking at the blood-red thorns that were rapidly withering and disappearing, Poole couldn't believe what he saw, he knew very well that as a container for the blood-red thorns to devour, its spores could be said to be another dimension that did not belong to this world, how could it still be affected by the other party......? Unless those have marks in their blood!

This can only be explained in this way...... The blood that has been sucked by the Vampire will become a part of his body, which cannot be divided, similar to Gangaro's ability...... Under Poole's solemn gaze, Ulrik absorbed the blood that flowed out of his body, and his body became more shiny, as if it was a flash of some kind of crystal, but it was obvious that it was only a high-concentration blood energy crystal.

"Hahaha, I can't play it, my dear companion!" Argus laughed heartlessly, and it was hard to imagine what was going on in the creature's mind.

Glancing coldly at Argus, Poole frowned and said, "It's time for the game to end, Argus!"

Looking at the seriousness in Poole's eyes, Argus smiled faintly, raised his hands in surrender, and said flatteringly, "Okay, okay, I just want to be a little lazy......" As he spoke, he jumped off the barrel, looked at Ulrike and said, "Hey, do you want to be my companion?"

Hearing Argus's words, one of the few surviving necromancers said angrily, "What do you mean? Argus?" As soon as the words fell, Argus appeared in front of him, and there was no time to react.

Looking at the dead eyes of the demonic man, the necromancer held back the horror in his heart and trembled and said, "You...... What do you want to do?"

Argus smiled faintly, as if mocking the other party, only to see him reach out his hand, pat the dirt on the other party's cloak, and said lightly, "I don't like people to interrupt me, so...... Be careful next time!"

Looking at Argus's almost threatening eyes and the powerful oppressive force coming from him, the necromancer swallowed, nodded subconsciously, and muttered, "I...... I see!"

"Good!" With a slight smile, Argus turned to look at Ulrike and stretched out his hand, "What do you think?"

In the strange eyes of Connell and Poole, Ulrike instigated the bloody wings to fall to the ground, returned to his normal human appearance, and said seriously, "I'm sorry, I don't want to be with some guys who destroy good things!"

"Wow," said Argus, shrugging his shoulders with some regret, "that's a pity, I'm a big fan of having powerful guys in company......," he said, his eyes turning cold.

As if sensing something, a stream of blood gushed out of Ulrik's right hand, floating around his body.

At this moment, the entire ground suddenly shook violently, and the amplitude of the shaking was very strong, as if it was a violent earthquake, and it lasted for more than ten seconds before it gradually became stable.

Frowning and glancing in the direction of the Reochs Academy, Argus's eyes suddenly returned to normal, he scratched his head, and said jokingly, "Ah! Forget it, a guy with great strength, even if I can't be friends, I don't want to be an enemy......" As he spoke, he glanced at Professor Manhet and Soth's group who were still here, and grinned, "Let's go!"

The necromancers ...... obviously couldn't believe Argus would say that, but after being intimidated just now, they didn't dare to interrupt what the terrible man had said again.

The only people who can be qualified and capable of raising different opinions at this time are Poole and Connell, of course, Connell naturally will not be the slightest dissatisfied with this proposal, only Poole...... Pointing at Ulrik, Poole said in a deep voice, "This guy killed five of my compatriots......"

"Poole," interrupted Poole, and Argus said in a serious tone, "you know, that guy isn't going to be able to handle it for a while, and he's more difficult than Jean...... Uh, sorry, let!"

"Hmph!" Connell snorted coldly, his eyes showing a bit of shame as he swept over Lavia, and turned his head unnaturally.

"I'm sure that guy won't help, I...... Hehe, you know that...... Anyway, now is not the time to do these things, and you should feel the power just now......" As he spoke, Argus patted Poole on the shoulder and whispered, "Isn't it more important than a vampire to walk in the sun again, or replace the Dark Mage as the master of the Empire?"

Poole looked down in thought, and after a while, he raised his head and said to the necromancers, "You bring their bodies back first, and then retreat, you don't need to stay here anymore!"

"This ......," the necromancers hesitated to look at Poole, nodded and said, "Yes! Okay!" as they said as they glanced at Ulrik with hatred, summoning the skeleton to lift the remains of their fellow human beings on the ground and leave.

In the meantime, Argus looked at Soth with a smile and walked towards him.

Professor Manhet subconsciously clenched his wand and looked at Argus warily, after all, that guy was just too terrible.

What does this guy want to do?

Soth subconsciously mobilized all the power in his body, facing a guy of Argus's level, without relying on the strength of Sloth, he didn't even have the qualifications to be an opponent.

Indeed, the three cloaked puppets that mingled with the children, Quinn, Kanso, and Sogers, struggled to even raise their heads in front of Argus's mighty momentum.

However, Argus only walked towards the gate of Reochs behind them, only to stop deliberately as he passed Soth.

Of course, he could feel the dark power that was no less intense than his own, so he smiled and asked, "What do you want to do?" he said, he glanced at Soth, and continued, "Do you want to stop me?" or simply respond to my provocation?oh, sorry, I definitely didn't mean to, I just want to say goodbye to you......" As he spoke, he leaned down and whispered in Soth's ear, You'd better not do anything, Soth, I admit that you have a great power within you, but right now, you're no match for me, and if you do something I don't want to see, I don't guarantee that the pretty little girl next to you will get out of here alive......"

"You!" Shocked, Soth whispered, "You ...... you"

"Shhh

From the gesture of Dia clenching her right hand, it was clear that Soth could understand the fear and uneasiness in her heart, and she turned her head away in silence.

"Good!" Argus laughed, whistled like a rascal, and walked towards the Reochs Academy, smiling and saying, "Let's go, guys, it's time to clean up the battlefield!"

Behind him, Connell and Poole each glanced in the direction of Lavia and Ulrique, then turned to look at Argus.

Seeing the three of them leave far away, Professor Manhutt secretly breathed a sigh of relief, in fact, he himself understood that the three just now, no matter which one they were, would not be an opponent at all, and he was so lucky to be able to leave without incident...... "Let's go away, children!" Professor Manhet hurriedly beckoned Soth and Alan to leave, and when his eyes swept over Ulrike, he showed a strange expression and said in a slurred, "And Mr. Ulrike?"

"My last name is Vlad!" Ulrike politely corrected Professor Manhet's words, looking at his gentle smile, it was difficult to associate the image he had just made.

"By the way, Ulrik was so good just now!" Lisa said with wide eyes, "It's just getting a little weird......"

"Really?" Ulrike scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said embarrassedly, "Actually, I also felt what happened just now, and when I became like that, I seemed to have an inexplicable excitement...... Speaking of which, I don't like fighting at all, but luckily they left, by the way, who was that man just now? I could feel his terrifying dark power......"

"It's Argus!" Sighing slightly, Lavia patted the back of the puppet Quinn, as a product of black technology, these puppets were just frightened by the power of Argus.

On a hillside outside the city of Vandor, they joined up with Madele and other students who had quietly left before, and after seeing Professor Manhet and Soss's group, Madele and the other students were relieved and said, "Professor Manhet, you are finally here......

"I don't know what happened to the other professors......

"Didn't the necromancers chase after them?"

Listening to the cacophony of voices, Professor Manhet raised his hand and said, "Be quiet, be quiet, children, it's still dangerous here, we're going east, to Federly, and when we get to Federly, I'll arrange for a carriage to take you home......"

"Why Federly?" asked one of the students in surprise, "Isn't the Imperial City of Sassen closer than Federly?, and the Royal Knights are stationed in Sasson, and the necromancers must not dare to go to this place, and we can still ask for the help of the Royal Magician......"

"No, children!" Professor Manhet shook his head heavily, and said in a deep voice, "this may not be as simple as we think, my task is to escort you to Federly, and watch you get into the carriage home one by one, and if there is no objection, we should hurry!—it's still a long way from Federly, and it's not safe here!"

"Yes, Professor Manhert!"

Looking back in the direction of the castle with nostalgia and inexplicability, the children all left to the east, except for Soth, who were still standing on the hillside, looking out at the reoux, and faintly hearing the roar from the reox.

"Kids, it's time for us to leave!" Professor Manhet whispered, as if seeing the anomaly of Soth.

Glancing at the silent Soth, Dia politely said, "Thank you, Professor Manhet, but we want to stay here a little longer. - We know how to get home!"

"How's this going to work?!" Professor Manhet frowned, and was about to say something when Ulrike smiled, "they're going to be fine...... Ordinary guys, I can still deal with them!"

Recalling the battle just now, Professor Manhet glanced at the group of children who were heading towards Federi in the distance, nodded, and sighed, "Well, please take care of these children, Mr. Ulrike!"

"My surname is Vlad!" Ulrike scratched his head helplessly, and after Professor Manhert left, he walked over to the silent Soth and whispered, "Are you confused?"

Glancing at the vampire nobles beside him, Soth said lightly, "What?"

"I said you were confused, I could see ......"

"Nonsense!"

"Hehe," Ulrik said seriously, smiling slightly, "although I don't like fighting, but you are all good people, and the journey with you makes me feel very pleasant, so...... If you're going back, I'm willing to help you!—you're worried about the professors, aren't you?"

"Go back?" said Dia, as if hearing Ulrik's words, "You want to go back?" Soth, what if you do......? If you...... If you...... I ......" her voice snorted.

Looking at the resentment in Dia's eyes, and recalling the threatening look in Argus's eyes just now, Sos squeezed Dia's little hand, exhaled slightly, and comforted, "I'm here, I'm not going anywhere......"

Dia was stunned, with a bit of sparkle in the corners of her eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Really?"

"Really!" Holding Dia's hand, Soth nodded, and now he was in a very complicated mood.

Suddenly, Lisa's surprised voice caught everyone's attention.

"Look at the ...... of Reox"

"Hmm?" Alan subconsciously looked at the academy, but was stunned to see that the academy was surrounded by a blue-purple energy, as if it was another space, and immediately, this energy was quickly replaced by fiery red smoke, engulfing the ancient castle of Reoks as a symbol, and even more engulfing everything, before everyone could react, volcanoes with red light quickly rose from the ground.

"What the hell is going on?" Alan asked subconsciously looking at the volcano group that appeared inexplicably.

Lavia's gaze looked at the edge of the 'space', and at the edge, she could faintly see some tooth marks that were incompatible with the real world, like spatial faults.

"Is it an enchantment?" asked Lisa, curious.

"No!" Shaking her head, Lavia whispered, "This is the realm!

As Lavia had said, what they were seeing at the moment was the realm of their old headmaster, the archmage Gerrette Keynes, the ultimate meaning that the archmage was capable of casting, similar to the creation of a second space.

【Etona Volcanic Group】!

(To be continued)