The eyes of all the nobles present widened, and the incomparable shock accompanied their hearts.

That's ......

Victor's power?

No, you call this a mage!?

This terrifying force shocked everyone present and left them speechless.

No one wants to take such a blow head-on, especially if it's thrown casually from a seemingly weak mage.

But the more frightening picture is still to come.

In the next moment, the broken earthen tiles began to move slightly.

Everyone present turned their heads and focused their eyes on the shattered pit.

They saw August stretch out a hand from between the rubble and crawl out of the rubble with great difficulty.

Despite the dust and blood on his body, he didn't seem to be too hurt.

At this moment, all the nobles felt an unprecedented fear.

They couldn't help but think of the picture just now, when August took a sword hard, but it was intact.

Is August really a human being now?

At this time, August finally stood upright and casually spat out a mouthful of blood.

"It's... Incredible power. ”

He didn't expect that his brand-new, powerful body would still be beaten into such an embarrassing appearance by Victor, who was a mage.

Moreover, the other party did not even use magic.

Now, he finally understood why Victor was able to fight those tiger people so fiercely, even crushing them.

It's just a mage, but he has such terrifying powers.

But......

"It's over, Mr. Senator, it's over."

He looked up and looked feverishly at the sky, his scarlet eyes as if there was a beast about to awaken.

At this time, the blood moon seemed to sense Auguste's emotions and emitted an even more intense light.

It became more vivid red, as if it had been stained with a layer of blood.

Everyone noticed the movement of the blood moon and looked up.

They looked at the blood-colored moon in the depths of it, and at the hideous figure of Prisis.

Suddenly, under the blood moon, Prisis's appearance also changed dramatically.

The scarlet in the deep sockets gradually contracted, turning into two blood-colored pupils.

The once distorted form gradually normalized, as if the blood light had melted into her body.

The originally pale body has also regained its blood color, returning to its once normal appearance.

White hair and red eyes, a black dress.

The delicate facial features are rearranged on the face, and the appearance and temperament are full of nobility and elegance.

Except for the blood-colored flesh wings behind him, it looked a little oozing.

But far from being out of harmony, it was as appropriate for Prisis.

It's as if she should have had a pair of meat wings.

Seeing Prisis' restored image, all the nobles' eyes widened in shock.

"Well, isn't that the dead daughter of Count Laurean!?"

She's really resurrected!?

After witnessing this shocking scene, August couldn't contain his joy.

He looked feverishly at the sky, his eyes glinting with appreciation:

"Metamorphosis, success!"

"My perfect queen."

When he looked at Prisis hanging high, he didn't even care about whether Victor could use magic.

What if it does?

It is impossible for the Bloods to be killed, even if they are blown to pieces.

But as long as there is still a body left, a drop of blood will also be resurrected in the blood.

Victor, even you can't fight the Bloodline.

August's eyes were sunken, and his eyes were full of enthusiasm and longing for Priss.

Prissis seemed to be the embodiment of a blood moon, her clothes flying high in the air, the blood flowing through her body intertwined with the noble and cold aura she exuded.

The scarlet eyes coldly swept over everyone present.

In the end, it was fixed on August, who was dominated by emotions.

The bat's wings behind him slowly spread their wings in the deep blood light, and the lines of flesh and blood were as clear as a nightmare at night under the deep blood light.

The blood-colored threads attached to the blood moon broke off with the trembling of her body.

After a few seconds in the air, it reconnected to Prisis's body.

Looking along the silk thread, all the blood slaves were reconnected by these countless silk threads.

There seems to be some kind of power, along the blood line, constantly pouring into the bodies of those blood slaves.

Their shriveled bodies were now full of blood.

They struggled, writhed, and got back to their feet from the ground.

These blood slaves are undergoing a terrifying transformation.

Beneath their lips, sharp teeth grow.

It seems to be able to penetrate flesh and blood and reach the heart.

The skin on its back was also torn open into two deep holes, and a pair of flesh wings slowly stretched out from the holes.

They quickly unfolded in the blood-colored moonlight, and their black skin gradually spread upwards from the base of their wings, gradually enveloping the entire flesh and blood wings.

The muscles beneath the pale skin gradually bulged, making the Blood Slave's body stronger.

Countless nobles looked at the scene in front of them, their bodies couldn't stop trembling, and their eyes exuded a look of horror.

Victor looked at the mutant blood slaves, and his voice sounded faintly:

"Vampires."

Bloodsucker!?

This terrifying name made all the nobles present stunned.

It's a legend from the Bloodline.

Vampires, they are fans of the Bloodline.

They are the most marginal of the Bloods, transformed by the True Bloods, and possess the powerful, immortal bodies of the Bloodlines.

Correspondingly, they are different from the real Bloodline.

They survive only by sucking flesh and blood.

Once they lose fresh blood, vampires will self-perish.

Therefore, vampires are just consumables in the Bloodline, they are nothing more than tools used by the Bloodline to harvest flesh and blood.

At this time, the terrible things with sharp teeth and bat wings behind them made everyone have to believe it.

They are real vampires.

Now, the amount of blood that these thousands of blood slaves have transformed into vampires is not a small amount.

At this time, this group of vampires suddenly moved.

It's like feeling hungry.

Their eyes were fixed on all the humans present.

That moment.

It was as if the feeling of being targeted by a hunter was entwined in everyone's hearts.

Those noble lords are okay, they still have the strength to protect themselves after all.

The twelve foreign ministers were all panicked.

What are they capable of? If they really want to stand up, they can't even beat the princess of their own empire!

So, these foreign ministers, all in fear, hid behind Aurelian.

But the crisis is still coming.

In the next second, the countless vampires were like locusts transiting.

They flapped their wings and attacked the countless noble lords.

The twelve ministers closed their eyes in fear, but the imaginary attack did not come.

At this moment, they realized.

What August said is true.

Their safety is really guaranteed.

Only the noble lords were struggling to defend themselves under the siege of the vampires.

Beads of sweat oozed from the foreheads of the noble lords, and they trembled and drew their long swords, formed a circle, and swung their blades at the vampires who rushed one by one.

But even when the vampires have their limbs severed, they lean forward and use their sharp teeth to attack the lords.

A third-order viscount was unfortunately left alone and surrounded by countless vampires.

The encirclement tightened, and the nobleman swung his sword, struggling as if he had been mad before he died.

After a flurry of slashes, only a few vampires were decapitated and their bodies fell.

His figure quickly disappeared into the encirclement of vampires,

In his desperate gaze, the remaining vampires rushed up and overwhelmed him.

In the blink of an eye, only a terrible scream echoed through the wide courtyard.

Countless people present felt panic and fear.

Although the strength of this group of vampires is generally only about the second order.

But there are too many of them.

Only a fourth-order earl could barely guarantee his safety.

With their great strength, they were enough to keep vampires within ten meters of them from getting closer.

But the dead and wounded are still numerous.

Several nobles died under the onslaught of the vampires.

Once someone dies, a scarlet thread descends from the sky and joins their bodies.

The shriveled corpses are then refilled with blood and mutated.

A new vampire is born.

These newborn vampires are more powerful and terrifying than those converted from blood slaves.

Their teeth are sharper, their bodies stronger, and the red in their eyes is deeper and more harsh.

Because they retain the power of their lifetime.

Many nobles hesitated for a moment when they saw that the people they knew had turned into vampires, and the swords in their hands seemed to become heavy.

They are even calling the vampires' names in an attempt to refresh their memories.

However, it only takes a few seconds for these powerful vampires to kill them.

Their fangs pierced into the nobles' skin, and in the blink of an eye, their bodies were drained into a shriveled corpse.

Red threads fell from the sky, connecting the shriveled corpse's back.

The whole courtyard is like hell on earth at the moment.

After several nobles resisted a few times in reluctance, they fell into great pain.

They laughed into the sky and even put down their swords and gave up resistance.

Eventually devoured by the hordes of vampires that flock to them.

At this moment, only despair remained in the eyes of these nobles.

These vampires, who are not afraid of death and have no humanity, cannot be killed by ordinary means.

Even if their limbs were severed, their torsos would quickly sprout new limbs in a matter of moments.

Even if there is only a hideous head left, it will struggle to bite at them.

But that's not the most desperate.

Even if they can survive the hands of these vampires.

Eventually, they will die from the bombs that were buried underground.

As long as BOOm! A bang.

No one will survive here.

From start to finish, August's goal was clear and resolute.

Kill all the nobles here and turn them into vampires who only obey him.

August looked at the countless nobles struggling in the sea of vampires, his eyes full of satisfaction and appreciation.

At the same time, the blood sucked by the vampires seemed to turn into his power.

Behind him, the huge blood-red wings unfurled in those suffocating screams.

"Go on, let this bloody killing never end."

"This is my kingdom, and I will rule over everything!"

Suddenly, Victor's voice rang in August's ears.

"Your Majesty, I would like to remind you."

August was slightly stunned, looked at Victor, and walked straight to his side.

Thinking of Victor's power just now, August was slightly stunned, and a trace of fear couldn't help but flash in his heart.

But he didn't back down.

The dignity of being a king does not allow him to retreat.

And Victor has come to his side as he wished.

He was standing on August's side.

The voice sounded faintly in his ears.

"I'm a person who values my family more, so-"

Roar——!!!

Suddenly, two tiger roars sounded terrifyingly, like a bell tearing through the blood-colored night sky, dull and furious.

The sound not only stopped the vampires, but also woke up the lords who had lost hope.

The nobles who had participated in that auction were even more stunned, as if a bad memory had risen in their hearts.

Before they could react further, in an instant, two orange rays of light shuttled through the crowd like meteors.

Along with the orange figure, there were several flickering cold lights.

With each flash of silver, the vampire shattered like glass, shattering into pieces of blood and flesh.

And those two orange rays of light seem to have locked on their ultimate goal - Auguste.

August's elite soldiers also noticed the rushing figure, and rushed forward to block the two flashes.

The elite soldiers beside August noticed the two rapidly approaching rays of light, and they hurriedly stepped forward to try to block the two mysterious attacks.

But a female tiger man was the first to attack, and the moment she got close to them, she grabbed their bodies.

Pull the claws of their bodies, spread them out to the sides,

The elite soldier's body instantly split in half, and blood spilled all over the ground.

Another orange shadow rushed straight at Auguste.

August's eyes widened, but the terrifying figure slammed into him with extreme speed.

The next second, he was crushed to the cold ground.

No matter how much you break free, you can't swing free from the shackles of that thick tiger claw.

With a ferocious roar, the Tiger King's bloody jaw suddenly opened, as if to swallow August's head into his mouth.

Auguste was also shocked by the sudden attack, his eyes widened, and his hands held on to the tiger king's mouth.

For a moment, the forces of the two sides were actually deadlocked.

At this moment, however, Victor was standing by his side.

With a cold light in his eyes, he picked up the staff that had been thrown out from the deep pit of the shattered ground.

He just took the staff and looked down at August.

"As I remember, the Bloods don't die."

The tip of the staff's bird's head was placed next to August's head.

August's eyes widened and he turned his head to look at Victor's staff.

The iron-like bird's head seemed to be getting closer and closer to his eyes.

"Then we'll give it a try."

At this moment, Victor raised his staff and made a golf swing motion, rounding his strength.

His voice, like the Grim Reaper, echoed above Auguste's head.

"You, you can hold on to the first few times."