Victor sat on an old wooden chair, leaning back lazily.

One leg is leisurely cocked, and he is immersed in reading with a heavy magic book in his hand.

Beside her, Prisis stood quietly, her bright eyes fixed on Victor's earnest face with curiosity.

The smell of the fishy smell that hadn't been cleaned up for a long time was pervasive, but Victor was still so focused on the book,

Whenever he turned the pages, the sound of the clattering was clear in the silence of the room.

Sensing the gaze that Prisis had been casting, Victor raised his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and asked:

"What are you looking at?"

Prisis shrunk back, as if scared:

"You...... Pretty. ”

What an upright girl.

Hearing this, Victor said no more.

But Prisis was still secretly watching him.

After a long time, she finally held back a sentence:

"My mother, she...... Can't it really be saved? ”

Hearing the voice, Victor put away his book and looked up, staring at Prisis.

After he said that, Prisis, who couldn't take it, burst into tears.

Unintentionally, the matter of killing his mother with his own hands is difficult for anyone to accept.

But Victor also tells Prisis that it was the result of her unconsciousness as a blood seed.

So, it wasn't a mistake she made.

Under this comfort, Prisis got better,

Victor went on to say:

"Your mother no longer has a body to hold her alive in this world."

"If you want to resurrect her, then you have to die for her as a price."

"Then I'll die for her!"

Prisis's voice rang out without hesitation.

She placed a hand on her chest, and her determined look told Victor of her determination.

Hearing Prisis's words, Victor suddenly turned his head, looked in the direction of the curtain, and suddenly spoke:

"The Blood Moon is coming."

Prichis cowered to the side, unable to comprehend what she meant.

Suddenly, the wind rushed into the house like a fierce beast squeezing into the mansion.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Under the influence of magic, the curtain swayed rapidly in the air, bursting into bursts of snorting sounds.

The frenzied wind caused Prisis to raise her hand over her flowing hair, and her other hand to hold down her black gown to keep it from going light.

The wind blew open the window, and she turned her head to look out.

A blood-colored moonlight shone through the shattered window and fell on Prisis's face.

She stood stunned, watching a blood moon appear above the sky.

However, she didn't feel anything.

Because she was just a ghost, the instincts that existed in her flesh and blood did not affect her.

Correspondingly.

The monster that existed in her body reacted.

A red blood moon illuminates the room, and a scarlet glow covers the Bloodline's body.

Its almost twisted head followed the scarlet light, and its eyes passed through the window to the blood moon hanging above the sky.

Suddenly, the scarlet pupils seemed to be infused with an obsession, and a strong desire overflowed from the eyes, gradually devouring its entire body.

The pupils that were as clear as two rubies reflected a frenzied picture.

Beneath the high Blood Moon, countless Blood Slaves danced wildly above the Scarlet Formation.

They tugged at their bodies, writhed in strange positions, and let out a low wail from their mouths.

It's as if it's calling something to deep space or heresy.

Guided by some kind of mystery, the Bloodspawn slowly dragged its twisted body, trying to reach out its indistinct limbs to touch the Blood Moon that lit up the night sky.

It's like craving her own power.

The scarlet moonlight continued to expand in its eyes, and its already twisted limbs curled up even more spasmodically.

There was a chilling clicking sound from the broken bones.

Bathed in blood, its back began to squirm, and its clothes were lifted outward by the bulging flesh.

Slav –

The shirt on his back was torn open with a huge crack, and the pale skin was exposed to the faint scarlet, which looked so weird.

But then, a pair of bat wings grew out from behind it.

Seeing this, Prisis was startled.

This is..... Herself?

The blood-colored bat's wings ran along its body, as if absorbing all the moonlight.

Sharp teeth protruded from its mouth, and its twisted and shattered body was brutally corrected in a very incongruous manner.

Under the influence of the Blood Moon, everything in the Blood Race has changed, as if they were forcibly accepting the transformation brought about by the Blood Moon.

Prissis was stunned for a moment, and at this time, Victor's voice slowly sounded:

"You say, you can die for your mother?"

"Even if she lives as you forever, right?"

Prisis reacted, looked back at Victor, and nodded violently, his eyes full of determination.

Victor opened his mouth and said:

"Well, then, I'm going to see how much you can do for your mother."

Prisis was nervous and asked Victor:

"Can you really save my mother......

Victor smiled lightly:

"I'm here to cure your mother's madness."

"Come with me."

He stood up, and the raven flew over his shoulder.

Seeing this, Prisis also followed closely behind Victor.

As he was leaving, Vega's deep one-eyed eye suddenly stared at the blood moon hanging high in the sky.

It's like locking the blood moon completely in your eyes.

……

The blood moon that pierced through the thick clouds hung high in the sky, like a blood-boiling heart pounding in the chest.

The blood slaves on the earth are like puppets manipulated by threads, mechanically repeating some kind of mantra dance.

August stood in the blood-colored moonlight, his arms outstretched, like the only conductor in the midst of this chaotic dance.

The surrounding nobles stared at Auguste, their faces glazed over, but their eyes clearly showing deep fear and shock.

They are afraid, they are afraid, they are angry.

But more often than not, there are doubts.

Why, Auguste became like this?

Maybe this is not sudden, after all, this banquet is obviously the layout that August has already arranged.

The subhumans attacked the city, causing the destruction of the royal city, and the banquet had to be held at the home of Count Laurion.

At this moment, no one paid attention to why August wanted to marry the dead daughter of Count Laurien.

The crowd was just curious.

Auguste, why did he suddenly become associated with the Bloodline?

The mysterious existence of the blood clan is little known to everyone in the field.

But they weren't meant to be human.

However, as the king of a country, Auguste actually colluded with the Bloodline.

This shocked and puzzled everyone present.

They instinctively wanted to rebuke Auguste, but ......

The experience of Count Cody just now is still vivid in everyone's minds.

One thing, August was right.

To be able to become a king, his strength will never be weak.

Even, now August doesn't know what's wrong.

Obviously, he ate a sword of a fourth-order warrior, but he was unscathed.

But in the next second, something even more panicked happened.

The headless body of the Earl, whose head had fallen to the ground, suddenly writhed on the ground.

His body writhed on the earth, his legs stomped into the earth, and he pulled his original body up.

In the next second, he stood up suddenly, dancing wildly like the blood slaves, swinging mechanical movements.

Only he didn't let out a low roar.

Because this body has no head.

Seeing this, a nobleman suddenly felt extremely sad and indignant, and shouted to the nobles present;

"Count Cody!"

"Even Count Cody ......."

At this moment, everyone present was afraid.

Under Auguste, even death is not at peace.

August was not surprised by the emotions of everyone present, and a pleasant voice sounded in everyone's ears:

"It's not death, it's dedication to the Kingdom."

"So, what are you afraid of?"

Soon, he came back from his frenzied excitement and spoke calmly:

"Now, under the feet of all of us, a lot of gunpowder has been planted."

"At twelve o'clock in the morning, everything will come to naught."

"At that time, the flesh and blood of all of you will be the food for the queen's newborn."

All the nobles present stiffened their bodies.

They looked at August and scolded:

"Auguste, you're really crazy!"

"How dare you! How can you do that! ”

He didn't pay any attention to the scolding of everyone.

August smiled again, and said to Aurelian and the twelve foreign ministers beside him:

"I'm really sorry, Your Highness the Princess and the ministers, for letting you attend an unfriendly banquet."

"Before the gunpowder detonates, I'll send someone to get you out of here safely."

Hearing this, they did not feel glad that they had escaped the disaster, but felt that August was ridiculous.

Their bodies trembled too, and blood poured into their faces.

A foreign secretary finally couldn't hold back and said to Auguste in a trembling voice:

"You...... What exactly do you want to do? ”

"The Grand Duke won't allow you to do this!"

August gave him a cold look in return.

"To make the kingdom stronger."

"Isn't that enough?"

The voice fell, and the audience fell silent.

Soon, August turned, his eyes wandering around every corner of the room, as if the nobles present were the spectators of this chaotic ball.

Looking at their frightened faces, August felt an extreme sense of pleasure.

These people, who usually behaved only deferentially in front of the Grand Duke, were now extremely afraid of him.

This made August even more sure that he was doing everything right.

August enjoyed it so much that he even reveled in the fear of the nobles.

"As for the Grand Duke? He won't care. ”

August squinted and chuckled.

The more you come into contact with life and death, the more you will stay away from life and death.

Archduke Barlow, who has long been accustomed to seeing all life and death, is like an observer, a passive guardian of the kingdom.

He doesn't care what the future of the kingdom holds, and he doesn't care about the kingdom's change of power.

As long as the kingdom does not perish, he will not make a move.

Suddenly, August sensed something was wrong.

Because the earl's blood slave who stood up just now was out of his control.

"What's ...... back?"

His eyes were fixed on the headless earl.

A dark green flame suddenly crept up from its body to the top of its head.

The fire of the soul turned into a head and landed on the count's body.

The flames burned his body, and the green flames engulfed and peeled off his flesh, revealing his bones.

Everyone who saw this scene was stunned, including August.

Because the power that emanates from this is the undead magic that the people of the kingdom are very familiar with.

However, the only Grand Duke Barlow who can use undead magic is not here.

Suddenly, a green light flashed in front of August's eyes, and he jerked his head back.

Aurelian's body was now burning with the same dark green flame.

At this time, Aurelian's body was also wrapped in a layer of deep flames, and a layer of green light floated on the surface of the entire body.

A faint green light reflected in her pupils, as if an invisible flame was burning under her eyes.

The white dress was also engulfed in dark green flames, turning into a black ink.

Above that, a faint green crown emerged, still emitting a strange fiery green flame.

At this moment, she was like a witch.

It carries an ethereal and deep sound, echoing in everyone's ears.

"I hate to put my fate in the hands of others."

"Your Majesty, what do you think?"