The vast amount of magic swept across the land, and the space was torn apart with a hoarse roar, and the dazzling light swallowed everything in an instant.

The nobles raised their arms to shield themselves from the relentless crushing rock chips, flying sand, and sweeping blood mist.

Even if they became undead, they could hardly resist the fierce onslaught.

Laurion quickly closed his three pairs of wings, and stubbornly blocked the onslaught like an angry wave.

Boom ——!!!

The white light exploded, and the terrifying wave of magic echoed the surrounding area for dozens of miles, kicking up dust one after another.

The wave of qi rushed towards the earth in an instant, and the rocks broke up together, stirring up hundreds of meters towards the blood-colored sky.

The nobles present looked at the rolling rocks and the terrifying magic pouring out, and felt that the space around them became extremely strange.

The tearing of the various elements caused them to be subtly affected by the undead.

A dazzling white light burst out of the sky, completely squeezing the space to the extreme.

The terrifying wave of air also turned into cannonballs and burst out.

Everyone present watched as the dazzling white light gradually engulfed them, and the dark green flames on their bodies seemed to have lost their color.

There was silence again, and even the blood mist was drowned out.

Soon, the white light faded away.

Count Laurion emerges from above.

One of his arms was mutilated, and blood poured from the horrible wound.

Even the other half of the person's body was almost shattered by the attack just now.

Seeing Count Laurien's serious injuries in such a serious way, a rare smile appeared on the faces of the nobles.

Count Laurean, finally wounded.

However, what happened next made their smiles freeze instantly.

Under the staring gaze of the crowd, Count Laurien's wounds began to heal at a rate visible to the naked eye, and new flesh grew on the wounds to repair his severed arm.

His shattered body also began to be filled with new flesh, and blood collected in the wound and quickly flowed into his body.

In the blink of an eye, Count Laurion was back to normal.

The dust and smoke around his body slowly cleared, and Count Laurion unfurled his three pairs of wings, shaking the wind of sand and stone that rolled up.

Let the blood mist circulate around your body.

The nobles present put down their hands one after another, looking at the blood-colored mist that overflowed, and were shocked:

"It's horrible......"

"How did he endure that level of magic?"

However, Victor just calmly watched as this all happened.

Laurien's recovery was all expected by Victor.

Even if it is a bOSS that is also level 60, the attributes have their own strengths and weaknesses.

Compared to the group of angels of the goddess believers, they will also reach level 60 after merging.

But compared to the blood prince like Count Laurion in front of him, it is really too much worse.

Strictly speaking, the believers of the goddess should belong to the wild bOSS.

And the Prince of the Blood Clan, Laurien, is a real plot bOSS.

Of course, he is naturally not as world-class bOSS as the world-destroying level of Calamity.

That thing is hard to kill with ten war magics.

In the surprised and shocked gaze of everyone, Laurien spoke:

"Mr. Victor, twelve o'clock in the night is almost here."

"What else can you do?"

Victor, still with a flat face, calmly responded:

"Really?"

The trench coat behind him was covered in pale, and Victor slowly floated to the ground under the drag of the wind's breath.

He regained his grip on the staff, which he had been holding on to the ground.

Suddenly, his confident words echoed in the silence:

"If you want to control everything about you, you need at least a powerful necromancer, right?"

Necromancers are able to transform creatures into undead spirits, even if they are not dead, and can take on the form of undead spirits under the influence of necromantic magic.

Bloodlines, on the other hand, rely on sucking the blood of living creatures to survive or strengthen themselves.

But creatures that have become undead are, in a way, dead people who have lost their bodies.

As a result, they cannot be sucked by the Bloodline.

Therefore, the necromancer can effectively restrain the bloodline.

"Have you ever thought that my students can become necromancers?"

"Why shouldn't I?"

With Victor's cold voice, the pitch-black staff in his hand was jerked towards the ground again.

In an instant, an even more intense deep and dark green fire burst out from the deep ravine in the ground.

The ashes of the flames danced in the sky, enveloping the heavens and the earth.

The fields that were originally burning with flames were swept through by an invisible wave of qi.

The red color was instantly replaced by dark green, and it crackled.

A thick black-green fog poured out from under Victor's feet and spread rapidly in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, those bottomless rifts were covered in thick mist, and the dark green soul flame seemed to burn more violently, swaying under the breath of the wind.

The blood-colored sky gradually dimmed, and a blood-colored full moon still hung above the dark green sky.

All of them were enveloped in this sudden green mist, and an inexplicable force climbed into their bodies along the flames of their bodies.

A majestic momentum suddenly appeared, as if the already flickering soul flame was stirred together again.

Everyone's gaze passed through the thick fog, bypassed the fierce ghostly fire, and gathered on a deeper green flame.

The windbreaker of the dark green ghost fire appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and Victor was under the dark green, gradually revealing his face and body.

Spiritual fire burned in his eyes, and his face was cut through by an eerie green vein.

The upper body under the trench coat also slowly became clear after the thick fog dissipated, and the emerald green spiritual fire flowed in the strong muscle lines,

The crack-shaped waist was torn apart by the shattering force, and the scorching green fire shone in it, turning into floating shards of glass and jumping in the flames.

His arms were gradually slashed by the ghostly fire, and his flesh turned dark green in an instant.

There was a bright magic between the veins, and the fingertips were sharpening.

At this moment, Victor also turned into a state of undead.

The incomparable form shocked everyone present, especially the noble lords.

This, this, this, this!?

Princess Aurelian can learn it, so forget it.

Why did even Victor become a necromancer!?

Even Laurien's eyes jumped with a shock that he had never felt before

"Original...... So. ”

He said it with a sudden realization.

Although the surrounding blood-colored realm was constantly squeezed by the realm of the dead, Laurien was still unhurried.

"But, Mr. Victor, it's too late."

With his words, the blood-colored moon in the sky also rapidly expanded, becoming more scarlet and distorted.

Prisis in the sky seemed to be affected by this anomaly,

At this moment, her body also changed.

A twisted look of incomparably painful flashed across her face.

As the blood moon swelled, Prisis' back swelled.

Originally, there was only one pair of wings, but at this moment, more flesh wings suddenly grew.

Two pairs, three pairs.

She is bathing in blood-colored moonlight at a speed visible to the naked eye, radiating and transforming.

Three pairs of blood wings, a trait that only a blood prince can have.

It is also the most powerful and perfect symbol of the Bloodline.

At this moment, Laurien lowered her blood-like eyes.

Obviously, this should be the moment he is most looking forward to.

But as if he couldn't bear to look at it, he turned his gaze in Victor's direction.

"Take the whole of Shulben as her ration. She will leave behind who she once was and forget the painful memories of the past. ”

"My child will have a real new life!"

The nobles present looked at Prisis in the sky in a daze, and their hearts were alarmed.

Horror climbed into everyone's faces.

A single Earl of Laurean is already extremely powerful, if another Blood Prince appears, will they still have a chance of survival?

Thinking of this, all the nobles present fell into sorrow.

Even though Victor, a powerful mage, had learned necromancy, he couldn't save everyone in Sulburn.

With Shulben, they will perish with this territory.

The kingdom is about to become history.

But suddenly, an indifferent voice broke through the grief of the nobles and reached their ears:

"I never said I was going to stop you the way a necromancer would."

"I just need a piece of land."

A piece of land?

When the nobles heard Victor's words, they were a little confused.

Suddenly, the earth, which was gradually wrapped in a deep and dense fog, gradually emerged with a golden churning wheat wave.

The golden light gradually enveloped everyone, and the rich breath of life overflowed from between the loose soil.

Mai Lang was swept by the scarlet light, but it was not stained with blood.

On the contrary, the golden light became extremely bright, and even washed away the falling blood, and went straight into the sky.

The glow seemed to pierce the blood-colored clouds with tens of thousands of spears, shining deep into the scarlet eyes of Count Laurien.

It made him feel a sharp pain.

Everyone looked at the golden wheat wave in amazement and froze in place.

They seemed to feel a warm strength gradually emerge.

The warmth of the power dispelled the cold and penetrated into the heart.

And when Laurien got used to the golden light, he also saw this flourishing wheat field.

"It's ......"

"Of the goddess of abundance, ears of wheat?"

"That's right."

Victor stood in the midst of a golden wheat field, letting the breath of life pass through his undead shattered body.

"Remember, Count Laurean?"

The voice of the soul rang out in the air, gradually echoing in Laurien's ears.

"This is your gift to me."

"Now, here's your reward."