Under the thick smoke and dust, a castle-like courtyard became dilapidated, resembling the ruins of a war.

The majestic mansion was in ruins, large blocks of stone had collapsed, rubble was flying, and everything was withered.

The fountain statue in the courtyard was destroyed, and only the undistinguishable stones lay on the ground.

The paved road also became bumpy, and the sand and gravel were lifted from the solid rubble, breaking through the flat earth.

Sub-Asians and noble lords were scattered across the ruined courtyard, stepping on the rocks beneath their feet.

The green flames above the garments were like stars twinkling at night, and the white bones were exposed under the armor or robes.

The eye sockets are full of deep ghostly flames, and the soul fire is burning with white bones, which is extremely weird.

They all looked up together, at the sky that was almost filled with blood.

At this moment, Laurien was floating high in the air, her eyes filled with scarlet color.

The three pairs of blood-red wings spread out reflected the blood-colored moonlight, as if the blood moon was rising in the sky.

The smell of blood lingered in the air, spreading like a plague.

Everyone felt the thick smell of blood entering the hollow eye sockets, stabbing their eyes with some pain.

This is the real blood clan.

Auguste, who had thin wings of blood and pale skin, looked to everyone like a fragile moth in a sea of blood.

A truly noble and elegant bat is standing high in the sky at this time.

August stood in the encirclement of a group of undead warriors, but he could only watch the haughty Laurion in the sky.

His eyes were full of eagerness and unwillingness.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

He had made a pact with Earl Laurean.

It was up to him to collect enough blood for Prisis to resurrect her.

Eventually, he would marry Prisis and make Prisis queen.

And he, along with Prisis, will become a truly immortal bloodline.

But in the end, everything changed.

It was only because of his defeat that Count Laurion took away all the power that had been given to him.

The share of the blood that he absorbed was taken away by Laurien.

Even his own flesh as a warrior was taken away as if he were punished.

At this moment, August lost all his strength.

Not even as good as ordinary people.

His weakened body turned pale as if the mansion was about to collapse.

The near-vanishing power made him feel heavier than he had ever felt before.

At this moment, Auguste's heart was full of despair and remorse.

But no one cares about him anymore, even if he is still the titular king of the Kingdom of Kanter.

Looking at Laurien in the sky, the noble lords of the kingdom, and the twelve foreign ministers had disbelief written on their faces.

Even though they had been briefly transformed into undead by the undead fire, the skeletal jaws were still trembling slightly.

Their shock was revealed.

Count Laurean, is actually ...... The real Bloodline?

No one dared to believe it.

At the time of the reign of the previous king, the Earl of Laurion was already a nobleman who had been knighted.

He had a deep friendship with other nobles and was highly regarded by previous kings.

Even the terminus of the magic train is set up in his territory.

Once someone from outside the kingdom wants to reach the kingdom by train, then they will definitely arrive at the territory of Count Laurean, Sulburn.

This undoubtedly represents the king's reuse and trust in Count Laurean.

He was an absolute loyal servant and a perfectly loved lord.

For the sake of the farmers' agricultural harvest, he even took the initiative to worship the goddess of abundance.

In the end, he was recognized by the goddess and received the divine power of the goddess of abundance.

Because of this, the agricultural harvest of the whole of Shulbon is higher than that of the other nobles of the kingdom every year.

However, such an earl who thinks about the people and is even willing to worship the goddess.

It's actually a blood clan!?

And such a person who thinks about the people and has been famous for centuries is actually a blood clan?

To be honest, if it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, I'm afraid that none of the nobles present would believe it.

Especially the nobles who have an extraordinary relationship with Count Laurean and have known each other for a long time.

After seeing the three pairs of blood wings displayed from behind by Count Laurien, their mood was like a mess.

In fact, when Pulis, who was resurrected and turned into a blood clan, appeared, the nobles already had some speculation.

But when Count Laurion really revealed his true identity, they still found it difficult to accept.

“…… Why? ”

A nobleman who had turned into an undead blurted out, as if asking Count Laurion who was hanging in the sky.

It's just that the earl's blood wings obscured the blood-colored moonlight.

In the shadows, his scarlet eyes followed the sound and looked down at the ground.

"I need a lot of blood to accomplish my purpose."

Objective?

What purpose?

Count Laurion flapped his blood-colored wings, making sure he was always in the air.

The huge wings, with each wave, would set off a wave of wind and carry the sound of tearing the air.

"If His Majesty August succeeds, then exactly at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, a large number of bombs will be detonated.

"I will be able to complete the resurrection of my daughter with a lot of blood."

Count Laurion slowly raised his head and looked at Prisis bathed in the blood-colored moonlight, connected to the moon.

"The blood of a high-level warrior is enough to make her the most perfect blood clan."

When everyone present heard this, they trembled.

As August said, their purpose never changed.

Without the intervention of the Imperial Princess and Victor, they would all have been food for Prisis' resurrection.

The nobles could not imagine how long Count Laurion had been planning for the resurrection of his daughter, and how crazy he was.

Even the king, he was able to exploit and control.

Isn't Count Laurion afraid of Archduke Barlow?

But it's not over yet.

Because after that, something even more terrifying happened.

Count Laurion lowered his head and looked at the crowd with an indifferent and emotionless gaze.

It was as if countless ice spears had been pierced into the hearts of the people, thirsting for blood under their bodies.

The empty voice accompanied by a roar slowly sounded from high in the sky, and fell into everyone's ears along the moonlight:

"But you're not dead, so I still need more flesh."

The nobles present were stunned for a moment, and the dark green flames in their eyes suddenly magnified, as if they had seen what a terrifying scene.

Count Laurion in the sky suddenly unfurled three pairs of scarlet blood wings.

Bites of blood-colored dust burst out of his wings, like countless ghosts of the dead scattered around him.

Beneath the wings of blood, bubbling blood flowed continuously, as if filled with endless power.

Everyone felt the smell of blood permeating their surroundings, as if even their feet were firmly glued to the ground, unable to move a bit.

In this terrifying atmosphere, the moonlight also turned extremely scarlet.

Fear creeps up their backs like worms.

Count Laurion hung in mid-air, stretched out his bloody palm, and slowly lifted it upward.

The blood that flowed around him began to surge, gradually gurgling in the palm of Count Laurean's hand.

A surging ball of blood gradually appeared in the palm of his hand, and the scarlet blood became agitated, as if trying to break free from the invisible restraint.

"Now, it's time to put an end to this."

With Laurien's indifferent words, the blood cells gradually expanded.

A thick blood-red field spread out in the air, enveloping the land within tens of miles.

With the expansion of the realm, Count Laurean's body climbed with an astonishing momentum.

The blood-colored hollow eye sockets distorted, and the three pairs of bat wings behind him became even larger.

The huge wings carried the breath of the wind, and the blood-colored points of light fluttered like wind and snow.

The scent of blood swirled around Count Laurean, rising like a scarlet hurricane.

The blood moon still emitted a deep blood light, illuminating the entire land even more scarlet.

【Scarlet Ocean】

In that enveloping aura of blood, the shattered vampires on the ground began to be reshaped by the blood-colored wind.

Strong, slender bodies burst out of the fallen rubble, howling like echoes.

After touching the scarlet light spot, the body became stronger, and the crimson in his eyes became even more terrifying.

They stretched out their long pale necks and roared at the blood-colored moon.

Feeling this majestic and terrifying momentum, the nobles present trembled and trembled.

This is, the true Bloodline.

However, at this very moment.

Victor dropped his staff heavily.

The effects of the great boom are gradually dissipating.

As the magic returned, red stripes gradually spread across the trench coat.

A bright red glow flowed slowly behind Victor's back like lava.

At this moment, the air around him began to become scorched, and countless cracks spread across the vast land, blocking the vitality of the earth.

【Scorching Earth】

In an instant, blazing magma filled the cracked earth, and a terrifying burning sensation spread.

It was as if the flames that could not be extinguished were constantly burning on the ground.

The scorching fire touched the vampires' bodies, causing them to howl in pain as the flames scorched them.

And yet, in the midst of this amazing flame.

Not only did the undead legions not suffer any damage, but the soul flames on their bodies burned even more violently in the flames.

The fire burned, colliding with the realm of flesh.

Even if the noble lords have turned into undead.

But I can still feel the scorching heat of the horror.

At this moment, Victor held his staff in his hand and raised his head.

He looked up, his gaze meeting the blood-colored eyes of Count Laurien.

At that moment, Laurien's health bar and rank appeared in front of Victor.

The scorching heat blew the trench coat and snorted with Victor's voice.

"The end?"

"We're just getting started."

Laurien Ness – Prince of the Bloods

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