Cecilia's teeth almost pierced her lips, and she jerked up her left hand, her magic flowing, forming a gray-green death light on the gem in front of the staff!

However, the moment the light formed, her widening eyes were illuminated by countless luminess - layers of black-and-red veins suddenly appeared around the vampire's body...... They swirled, constructing a series of weird, life-rich laces, swelling outwards and retracting, and the luster of the dissociation technique seeped into them, but it seemed to be swept by countless textures, dozens of textures trembled, and then shattered into a large gray-green point of light with a soft pop!

The enemy was laughing: "Next time, you should actually pay attention to ......"

That's what she did, but what?

Cecilia tried hard to open her eyes, but the overdraft of her mental power caused the darkness to flood into her sight, and the terrible pain ran through her body, and she could barely hear anything except the loud murmur buzzing in her head!

"Sister!"

"Oh, little princess, I'm sorry. If you had surrendered earlier, there would have been no such thing. Actually, it's not impossible to let her go, but it's a pity that it can't be done now......"

The vampire smiled softly, deftly hugged the girl in his arms, and whispered, the little girl's body immediately relaxed, so the vampire stretched out the tip of his delicate scarlet tongue, and with a gentle roll, all the blood beads on Lando's neck were licked into her mouth, making her gently smack her lips and tongue. showed a look of fascination: "It's amazing, this sweetness...... Oh, and there's a little one. Oh, it's a bit of a dilemma, should I enjoy it now, or should I raise it a little bit?"

"Your Excellency, I'm sorry to disturb you. But Her Royal Highness Princess Cecilia ......"

The self-muttered question went unanswered, only Coopa's voice rang out at an untimely time, causing the vampire to frown: "I'm not interested in unclean food. And you're the commander, right? find a way to deal with her yourself, don't bother me!"

I'm at my disposal...... That's right.

The young shaman hung his head silently, letting the shadows hide the smile at the corners of his lips.

This Princess Cecilia. The Princess of Enchantment, the Queen Mother of Tumenis...... She is no longer useful, and her saving will only make some troublesome forces form around the Golden Khan King. So in the order of this operation. The way to deal with her is that it can be killed.

But she's still useful......

"I've lost so much of what I've lost, you have to pay enough for it, Your Highness the Princess!"

Coopa gritted his teeth and carefully pulled the two wands out of Cecilia's hand, tucking them around his waist without looking at them—although he would have his share of the loot, it would never be too much, let alone a high-end wand. Even if you get it. It's just a fireball wand with a few rounds left, and it doesn't have much value.

But. He could still get something more useful...... Take, for example, the soul of this princess.

Of course, this is not like those necromancers, or demons, who use magic to suppress their souls to drive them...... It's another, more subtle and subtle method.

In the shamans' perception of the world, the soul of the void body is a kind of natural essence...... It's not much different from those elf creatures, elemental creatures, otherworldly creatures, and so on.

A sophisticated shaman, on the other hand, can use natural energy to communicate with these beings and ask for their help. Shamans who are powerful enough can even enslave one of them and turn it into a spawn like a mage's pet or a druid's animal companion. But they are far more powerful than animals, they can do a lot of work that only humans can do, and they can also give shamans reasonable advice.

This kind of soul life is called 'spirit' by them.

Traditionally, a true shaman is bound to have a spirit, which is usually collected and given to disciples by high-ranking shamans...... Nowadays, however, the high shamans apparently have little interest in doing this kind of work, so there are fewer and fewer young shamans with spirits.

Like Koopa, he was already a formal, almost high-ranking shaman, but he still didn't have a spirit with him.

But now, apparently, he has a chance.

Although this princess is not one of those spirit creatures, she does not have such strong abilities, but she has a smart enough mind, has experience in casting spells, and has a good understanding of the things around the Khan King, and she is also the respected princess......

As he pulled out the knife he had treasured and carved into the shaman's soul totem, Koopa heard his teeth tremble and make a striking sound.

But he knew it wasn't fear, it was excitement.

It's like the first time you cast shamanism.

It's like the first time you kill a prey.

It's like the first time you killed someone

As the knife was raised, Coopa heard a muffled scream.

It's not loud, but it's like it's blocked by something...... He turned around and saw the screaming man—no, not a man, but a vampire—holding Princess Landau in one hand and the swaddling cloth in the other, but now her mouth was wide open as if she were vomiting, and something like black and sticky mud was pouring out of her mouth, mixed with gray and black pieces...... It's like burnt meat.

"Hmmm......"

The vampire, who called himself 'Duke Christo', trembled, and almost only with the support of the half-unconscious little princess in his arms did not fall completely to the ground.

She could barely make a sound, and the terrible burning heat in her throat was like igniting a fire, no, like drinking a big mouthful of lava...... The flesh exuded a strange aura that seemed to have been pierced, and the burning smell of regurgitation from her lips almost drove away her sanity...... All the internal organs have been burned and matured!

What the hell is going on!

The shadow of the little princess was vaguely reflected in her eyes, watching the dripping black blood clot mucus on her body emit a hot steam in the cold winter wind. Even the Bloodclan was terrified - human blood naturally couldn't be made of magma, so the only reason was that extremely pure positive energy entered her body with the action of absorbing blood just now. Only in this way can the blood clan's tenacious and powerful body be brought such damage.

Accumulating a strong amount of positive energy in your body doesn't sound like a surprise...... The self-proclaimed righteous deities often give their diehards such 'favors' as they enhance and facilitate their control. But this little princess is not a die-hard - her faith is nothing more than the so-called 'god of the mountain', and how could she possibly come into contact with the teachings of other gods in Krurod?

This qiē is full of weirdness......

Long survival time. Accumulated enough insight of the undead, at this moment, she immediately discovered. The damage she was suffering was very different from the previous positive energy damage - if it was really strong positive energy, then she should have been reduced to ashes due to the overflow of energy!

If it doesn't conform to the norm, then it's a false ...... No matter how real that feeling is.

She endured the terrible burning sensation and slowly lifted her head—what she saw in her eyes was still the same. The black slime that erupted from the mouth flowed constantly. Countless fragments of internal organs, along with the liquid that was originally blood, slowly scorched as they gushed.

Illusion is a spell that you are not aware of its existence. It will dissipate. Your feelings, they will deceive you-

When the gaze turned away from the objects, the inconspicuous sensation lessened somewhat, but a more impactful sight followed—not far in front of him, a knife about half a foot long and carved with totemic runes was flying around the young shaman's body. Like a bat in the dark night, it is dexterous. And the guy sat on the ground, shaking. Struggling......

However, in the eyes of the blood clan on the side, these movements were just the trembling of his body, not only could he not move a single bit, but even screaming was already a little weak...... After all, not just any creature can face a scene of terrible damage on his body-

The knife wasn't just flying.

It had peeled away the young shaman bit by bit.

The loose shaman robe, made of sheepskin, had a split front and wings that were open to reveal something pink, bright red, and some yellow underneath—in fact, it was the human body, but the skin on the surface of the body had been torn apart and fluffed apart with the robe......

Surprisingly not much blood flowed, but that made the sight even more eerie and creepy.

Even warriors who have killed hundreds of people in the past will not have much interest in studying what is under the skin of another - neither do the Bloods, an area that only the madmen with a penchant for death are interested in...... As her gaze swept over the soft, moist, twitching chunks of flesh and fat, the indescribable sensation made Miss Vampire, who called herself the Duke, feel hollow, and the intense burning and churning in her throat and stomach seemed to double at once!

Is this really an illusion?

As an undead, you should not be deceived by illusion, death has long been engraved in your soul in another way of looking at the world, any illusion is just an illusion caused by the void magic energy, only extended by the imagination of the creature who bewitches it, but now, it is clear that what you see is no different from that stupid shaman...... Since that is not something he knows, could it be that the shaman has an unusual understanding of necromancy and the structure of the human body?

How is this possible?

Or, to provide some kind of corroboration?

At the moment when the vampire was thinking, the sacrificial knife turned so nimblely, and with a soft stabbing sound, a piece of flesh broke off from the shaman's abdomen, and the terrible pain seemed to finally awaken the shaman's senses, making him cry out despite all the strength of his body:

"Help...... The god of the mountain, or some god, no, whether it's a devil or a demon or something, hurry up and get me out of this terrible situation. Even if it costs my soul......"

The sound spread far away in the dark and rainy night, and it also surprised those guys who thought they were winning.

That's when they noticed what seemed to be happening in the place surrounded by three corpse puppets...... What had been a step backward because of disgust for the undead was once again moving forward.

However, this time. Shouldn't we immediately look for the cause of this qiē problem? Shouldn't we immediately discover the enemy's existence? Shouldn't we immediately spread out our positions in response to the enemy's surprise attack?

These idiots who deserve to be gnaul-brained!

"Hurry up and get rid of that damn anti-teleportation to me! And everyone, put me on the spot! The enemy could be among you!"

Miss Vampire closed her mouth and locked the intense vomiting sensation in her throat...... The undead's ability to breathe made the action less difficult, and she was finally able to deliver her command—with an instantaneous spell, the Soul Language.

At this time, the enemy's goal is obvious, but pure defense is no longer effective. The power of that enemy is too weird. It's not something these fighters can solve...... It's not even a problem that a duke-level vampire can solve!

The only way to do this is to find support right away.

"Oh, will anyone be willing to come and save you?"

Some abrupt voices suddenly remembered. With a soothing, lazy taste, but chilly and biting...... It was like a cold wind that passed through the criss-crossing ice caves, rolling up the shimmering ice dust. It blew to everyone's side with a loud bang. The already freezing temperature dropped even more.

The vampire subconsciously interrupted his soul speech and raised his head in that direction.

She saw the figure standing on a low hill, and saw the man smile at herself, a polite smile...... But there was something absurd about this awareness—his figure was on the outside of the mound, hundreds of feet away from where everyone had gathered, and on this dark, rainy night, even a vampire's vision could only see his vague human form.

But I felt it.

As for why this voice is familiar?

Miss Vampire has no time to take care of it.

Of course someone will come to save me, my worth. Enough for them to make such a decision!And the people who came to save me will definitely have more power than you can imagine!" she narrowed her eyes. A subtle glow flashed under her bright red eyes, and the layer of green around her that shimmered with a subtle halo was receding like a wave, and under her heavy black cloak, a ring carved with a dragon-headed snake also made a subtle crackling and exploding sound at this time.

The sound was extremely slight, but the snow and rain falling in the sky three feet around the vampire suddenly increased a little.

With just two or three more breaths, the effect of the anti-teleportation will completely dissipate, and she will be able to get more help!

It's a short, but incredibly long time.

"Whoever!" "Be careful, this guy is a mage!" "There it is!" "Bow and arrow!" "Summons allies, hurry!" "Shield!"

The figure was getting closer...... His speed didn't seem to be fast, but it was the posture of a leisurely stroll, and the next moment it was clear in everyone's eyes...... So there was a lot of noise on the battlefield again, and the warriors began to subconsciously gather - as long as there was an excuse to stay away from the corpse puppets, this seemingly unthreatening enemy was a perfect excuse.

But such a realization is fatal.

To their lives.

Something came like that, and in everyone's sight, a warrior standing still in the center of the battlefield was dazed, almost slicing open the warrior's breastplate with sparkling straps, and Fan Tie rolled up to the sides as fragile as a layer of sheepskin or linen, and blood splattered

That's the blade.

But not an ordinary blade,

First, the blades were transparent, and blood flowed over them, outlining their shape—wider than a shield, as straight as a ruler, yet sharper than any blade......

Yes, those—only the moment they cut into the human body, could we see the face of the murder weapon—the blades were more than twenty handles, and they were arranged horizontally, no more than an inch apart......! Corpse Pieces!

But that's not the end of it.

The blades then slowly separated from each other, so that in front of everyone who was alive, a truly terrifying nightmare was revealed— The man was divided into a dozen pieces, and then unfolded, and came sideways, so that on the thin, each piece less than an inch thick, you could clearly see the blood vessels, muscles and bones on the section, and the half of the heart was still beating, squeezing the blood around the place, and every alveolar was constantly contracting and trembling trying to squeeze out the blood that had invaded it. Even in that eye socket, the eyeballs that had been split in half were still moving up and down, trying to get something into the gray, trembling brains in the back.

One qiē seems to be showing the effort of life, but one qiē is laughing at the powerlessness of this effort.

There seems to be nothing more to describe this scene than a nightmare.

No, or, the picture scroll of hell, more appropriate?

Even the most elite barbarian warriors screamed like girls in the face of these flesh-and-blood pictures, staring at the slices in front of them with wide eyes, then covering their mouths and retching. (To be continued......)