However, what appeared in front of him was by no means the rat he expected to fall into the rice barn.

On the contrary, she is like an empress born in this sea of blood.

Her expression was proud, and she had no weakness to be caught by her master, and said in a loud voice:

"Standing in front of you is the blood-clothed princess of the Blood Court, the direct descendant of the ancestors of the thousands of blood of the Tsepeš family, the inheritor of the tyrant's bloodline, the protector of Huniod and Galatz (the name of Transylvania), Her Highness Frigila Tsepes, if you kneel down and kiss my toes at once, I will consider and continue to tolerate your lowly existence."

Wearing a blood-colored crown of thorns, her cream-white skin painted with a savage blood-colored totem, Frigila's delicate chin lifted proudly overlooking her master who had come to hunt down the thieves.

Even the body, which originally seemed quite petite, seemed to have grown a lot in an instant, adding a bit of grace.

"Damn, despicable and shameless thief!"

"How dare you?"

The vampire's pale face turned iron blue, he had never seen such a brazen thief, obviously stealing his own power, but with a kind of calm, condescending charity.

It was as if he was a lowly beggar, and the other party was a royal nobleman who was condescending and reluctant to talk to him.

"Answer me, how the hell did you get in?"

He really didn't understand.

He was not surprised that the other party was able to control the demon source he had stored, but it was surprising that this woman was able to break through the barriers of space and enter the most secret place in her own small world.

"Your door is unlocked, so if you want to come in, you can come in."

Fringira scoffed.

The action of absorbing the power of the demon source seems to be deliberately provocative, becoming more and more exaggerated.

"Stop, stop, give me back my strength!"

The vampire let out a piercing scream, with a strong resentful sound, set off a huge wave in the sea of blood, and swept the countless resentful spirits in it, and wreaked havoc on Friengira.

"An enhanced version of the Banshee's Howl? Don't you have any new tricks? ”

Fringira smiled disdainfully, and the moment the sound wave rushed in front of her, a barrier of blood emerged, stirring up ripples.

But this is not worthy of the vampire's killing move in anger, and the blood barrier crumbled for a while, almost being destroyed and collapsed.

She tilted her head slightly, and said mockingly, "Thank you for the blood demon source you have worked so hard to accumulate for me, otherwise, it may take some effort to take your move." ”

Only then did the vampire realize that the despicable and shameless female thief in front of him, like himself, was almost impossible to kill before the blood demon source was exhausted, and he had to snatch back his demon source!

His body, rapidly expanding.

The ribs are raised high, and the shoulders are raised and stretched forward.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a monster with a pair of huge fleshy wings that exuded an ominous aura of dead gray, as if it had peeled off its skin.

Blood-colored tentacles grew out of its body, burrowing beneath the surface of the sea where the blood magic was manifested, and fighting with Frigila for control of the blood magic.

However, even so, the vampire could only be shocked to find that he could only snatch back less than half of the control of blood magic from the other party, and this half of the control was also rapidly tilting towards the other party.

Because he not only has to fight with Frigila, but also constantly infuses the power of the demon source into the walls of the small world, using it to resist the powerful attacks of the angelic female knight who uses the artifact.

Otherwise, before he can snatch back his own demon source, the female knight should hold the artifact in her hand and kill it in front of her.

"Even with a low-grade filth like you, you are worthy of robbing my blood demon source."

Frigila sneered and opened her arms: "Blood, welcome your queen." ”

The next moment, the sea of blood boiled.

Endless blood mana surged madly towards Furigilla.

Sharp bone spurs cut through the flesh and rattled, forming white bone armor.

A long sword made of blood lay in front of her, and at the hilt, a miserable white eye stared at the vampire opposite, full of mockery and disdain.

In the blink of an eye, she entered the state of "half tyrant" with the support of this abundant blood magic.

The sea of blood is boiling.

The gurgling bubbles, the human face that appeared with the bubbles, and the soul full of resentment and unwillingness, made the entire sea of blood look no different from the real blood pool purgatory.

The vampire only felt that he was under increasing pressure.

It gritted its teeth and squeezed out a few obscure syllables.

The next moment.

Spirits converged in front of it like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, turning into a sword of death entwined with negativity—it had realized that it could not defeat Frigila on the level of blood magic.

The only possibility of breaking the game lies in the other power in his hands.

The power of death.

"Go to hell, bastard!"

The Sword of Death is swung down.

Like a scythe that harvests life, one soul after another let out a terrible scream on the blade.

"Dust to dust."

"The earth to the earth."

Frigila chanted a spell in a low voice, and the blood mana was wildly consumed, causing the sea of blood under her feet to appear low-lying for a short time, and the blood around her quickly surged again, until it evolved into a huge vortex.

The souls that lingered on the death sword dissipated and collapsed one by one, and the death power wrapped around it was also rapidly decaying.

By the time Frigila got closer, it was only slightly embedded in a part of the blood barrier, and then it dissipated weakly.

The corners of Frigila's mouth curled up and she smiled sarcastically.

"The realm of death, even in the royal court, there are not many blood clans in the mastery, and even if you are lucky enough to get involved in it, you are still far from being able to use it in a grand manner - with such power, you are embarrassed to take it out against the enemy?"

"If it weren't for some treasures, stepping on the shoulders of the sages, and getting a chance to peek into some mysteries of death, you yourself would have really become a god who controls death, and your attainments at the level of death are far worse than the stupid big man with a shield."

The vampire's heartstrings couldn't have tightened in the face of such vicious taunts.

It can even sense that the small world is gradually beginning to disintegrate due to the lack of blood mana.

And in a short period of time, it is simply impossible to take down this despicable and shameful thief.

Death, it seems, is already destined to be its end.

Frigila didn't dare to let up at this time.

Since her family knows her own business, this vampire's attainments in the realm of death are by no means as shallow as she says - otherwise, she wouldn't have to pay such a heavy price to get here.

"Even if it's death."

"I'm going to pull you on your back too!"

Anger made its face more and more distorted and terrifying.

In the sea of blood, for many years, the souls imprisoned by it have been surging towards him at this moment, and the blood magic power it controls will no longer spend a single bit to maintain the existence of the small world.

All the power converges into its body.

The aura of terror, even Frigila, who was accustomed to seeing the big names in the Blood Court, had a fear of whether she had gotten rid of it.

But she still refused to admit defeat, and while frantically squeezing the blood demon source stolen from her opponent's hands, she mocked: "Humble as you, no matter how angry you are, what can you do to me? ”

"Kill you!"

"Swallow you!"

The vampire roared wildly.

It hadn't completely lost its mind, but it was the remnants of its sanity that told it that a lowly and dirty vampire like it was like dung and gold compared to the other party, who exuded the word "noble" from head to toe, and even had blood magic full of vitality.

"Judgment, sinner."

A high-pitched shout suddenly sounded.

It was like a drop of water spilled in a pot of oil, and the entire world of the Blood Sea boiled again.

"Bad woman, you're here!"

Frigila's face was full of surprise.

I saw that on the golden holy spear, countless engraved sacred inscriptions bloomed with endless light.

The blade of blood in Friengira's hand was also unreserved, and with all the magic power he had summoned, he threw it out together.

The angel with golden wings spread outstretched, facing the same wings on his back, bathed in blood, like the figure of the scarlet queen, like a world famous painting of angels and demons.

Ultimately.

The blade of blood collided with the spear, piercing through the vampire's body.

At this moment, the two diametrically opposed forces collided violently, and the strong impact made the vampire's powerful body, which can be called an "immortal body", not even hold on to a breath, it turned into flying ashes and disappeared.

At the moment when the breath was gradually erased by the violent magic, the vampire, who had briefly regained his senses, was left with only one thought.

"If there really is the Blood Royal Court you are talking about, why would we have to give birth to a low-grade blood object like us?"