The iron helmet rolled to the ground with a crisp sound.

Lothar stepped on the helmet, frowning slightly—a divine creature with partial authority over death.

He didn't know where the vampire had come from, but it turned out that he had won.

He untied the Holy Cross plate armor and took out a bottle of mental power recovery potion from the pocket lining the armor, which was the last bottle he had left.

The battle was difficult, but in fact he was far from being pushed to the point of exhaustion.

I don't know why, the first time he used the Holy Radiance to fight for a long time, Lothar found that the consumption rate of the Holy Radiance was much slower than he expected.

Thinking about it, Lothar could only sigh with emotion: "Probably, this is the favor of the gods." ”

Thinking about it this way, it's not all ridicule.

After all, even after the tree of life was named the "sacred tree" and "Tower of Babel", after a long time of pilgrims to worship and make pilgrimages, he has a divine nature, and he, the "Saint Lothar", has been called for a long time, and may really be a little sacred.

Spiritual power is like a gurgling spring, replenished endlessly.

Lothar looked around, and it was still a blood-colored world.

He put on his armor again and fell into deep thought.

"So, what do I do now?"

"What should I do now?"

Cellina was a little confused.

She knew that she should find a way to find the essence of the enemy, but now, in the world she was in, there was no half of a figure in sight.

Stay where you are for a while.

She chose to sit on the ground.

Two sharp blue swords were pinned in front of her by her.

She silently took out a handkerchief and wiped the sword in her hand.

Her movements are not fast, she is meticulous and meticulous.

By the time she had wiped the first sword, the confusion in her eyes had disappeared, and in her place was the sharp vertical pupils of the beast.

The sword is unsheathed.

Waiting for the opportunity.

Under the Scarlet Dome.

The werewolf, covered in dirty blood and with locks of hair, was embarrassed, but like an incomparable evil god, killing all the way from the monsters.

"What a stupid beast."

The face of the vampire appeared in the dome, revealing a sneer.

This reckless guy didn't even need him to expend his strength, so he easily pulled it into another separate space.

"Just stay here and take your time."

"With these blood golems who will never be clean."

The vampire's face gradually disappeared from the dome, and his time was limited, and his main focus was still on the female knight who held an artifact.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

Where is the spear in the hand of Longinus, the imperial man, who has such great power?

Take a real artifact and pass it off as an old antique, it's yours.

The vampire's face grew lighter.

But just as it was about to disappear.

The burly werewolf, holding a blood golem in each hand, raised his head impressively.

His mouth was full of sharp teeth, and he was stained with the filthy blood of a blood golem.

His mouth moved.

It's like saying, "Found you." ”

Bang –

The two blood golems, with the sound of whistling wind, smashed into the vampire's face.

But the vampire figure is gone.

It's just that he reappeared, his face was stained with filthy blood, and he no longer had his usual calmness and elegance.

"Damn it, damn it!"

"This filthy stupid beast can find my true body!"

The angry vampire immediately returns to the space where the wolf is imprisoned and kills him by all means.

But at this moment.

He suddenly felt something strange.

A sneer appeared on his face: "It's also a stupid and ridiculous guy, does she really think that I will go with my real body?" ”

As the most dangerous opponent of all, he would never appear in front of Jeanne in person, and what appeared in front of her was nothing more than a puppet disguised as his face.

But soon, the smile on his face froze.

"Damn, she's not aiming at me at all."

"She wants to break this space!"

"Who does she think she is?"

There was a manic look on his face, for he did feel that the world he controlled was really being shaken by the power of this man—it was incredible.

Even if he is a legendary wizard, it is impossible for anyone who is not a strong person who specializes in space spells to shake his own world.

This is the world created by the gods he has collected many artifacts left over from the ancient gods over the past hundreds of years!

If it weren't for the blood source collected in advance, it would be difficult for him to maintain this world for a long time, and he had used it twice in his long life, and the first time, it was a legendary wizard who died here.

"I feel it."

"Jeanne's breath of that bad woman."

In the darkness, a golden glow flickered.

Fort Ferraimai.

Fringira squeezed Curs's arm tightly, "Stop, stop, I've locked on to the enemy's stored blood demon source." ”

Coors hastily stopped.

He looked at Frigila with a worried expression, only to find that she was just waving her blue-gray palm: "The bad woman is burning herself again—she is the kind of person who always thinks that others can't do without her." ”

She raised her face and forced a smile: "Don't worry about my Coos, take me to the basement, while I am in my current state, I haven't recovered from the living corpse, we have to hurry." ”

"Good!"

Coors picked up Fringira in his arms, her figure flickering rapidly.

When he appeared in the basement of the castle, he couldn't help but stumble and almost fell to the ground, maintaining the process of controlling the corpse seal, almost draining all his blood magic.

"Curs, I'll take care of the rest."

"Yes, miss."

Coors opened his mouth, his eyes still full of worry, but he didn't say anything.

Fringilla looked around.

It was just a very ordinarily furnished basement with some miscellaneous items piled up in it, but in her pupils, it seemed to reflect a purgatory full of blood and death.

She raised her blue-gray arm, the power of death still flowing through her.

Thankfully, with the guidance of a bad woman, she didn't have to go so far as to completely transform herself into an undead creature.

"It's obviously very delicious, very pure blood magic, but it has to look like countless corpses and skeletons are floating, the vampires of this world are really disgusting."

Her mouth was shattered, and her sharp nails, shimmering with a faint green aura of death, streaked through the air in front of her.

The next moment, it was as if a disguised oil painting had been torn off.

The entire basement was immediately filled with a pungent smell of blood.

It seems to lead to the bottomless abyss in the depths of the earth, blood flows from the cliffs and gathers into an ocean, and countless resentful souls inside are roaring and screaming, like a blood-colored purgatory.

It can be seen with the naked eye that this sea of blood is rapidly withering.

"Bad woman, you can take it easy."

"It'll be mine soon."

Almost without hesitation, she stepped into the abyss.

Before Curles could say anything, he watched as Fringira vanished, along with the blood-colored world that had just revealed the tip of the iceberg to him.

"Damn thieves!"

"Who dares to steal my demon source?"

The vampire has gone out of his wrath.

The operation of the small world is inseparable from the blood demon source all the time, and he stores the demon source in the dead world, just like humans fill the bottom of the pot with firewood, once the demon source is lost, the entire small world will be shattered.

This is a work that he has painstakingly worked on for countless years.

It is also the biggest support for his strength, without this small world, he is no different from those vampires who live in the countryside and are always worried about being attacked by wizards or witchers.

(End of chapter)