We Agreed to Set Sail, but You Became the Ruler of the Deep Sea?

In the castle hall.

As the thick blood mist dispersed and the ground shook, the elegant atmosphere that had been carefully decorated here disappeared.

The vampires present all looked at the tall figure in the blood mist with inexplicable horror.

Don't look at it, Shane and Deirdre have already fought several times.

In fact, it all happened in the blink of an eye. From the moment Shane took action to Deirdre disintegrating into a mist of blood, it took less than half a minute in total.

Many vampires were still concentrating on besieging Fei Ya, who was covered in steam.

As a result, when I looked back, I found that my mistress had turned into a ball of blood mist!

"Damn, what's with that power and speed?"

"Is he really human?"

In the chaos, even Fei Ya, the trigger of the whole incident, couldn't help showing a surprised expression.

"That guy...is really not an ordinary person."

Before Deirdre came forward, Fei Ya vaguely noticed that the figure was different from other vampires, so she couldn't help but take a second look.

"He is actually the weird man in black yesterday?"

The noise caused by the mysterious man in black last night was not small, and it attracted the attention of almost half of the survivors and vampires in the city.

It was because of his intervention that Fei Ya was able to take the opportunity to gather a group of survivors with considerable strength.

But Fei Ya also clearly remembered that under the encirclement and suppression of the vampires, the man in black was outnumbered and was eventually beheaded.

Resurrection from the dead?

Or some other special ability?

What is the [God Thief] that the vampires call?

Moreover, after witnessing the battle just now, Fei Ya had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

It was as if the opponent's exaggerated physical fitness and simple and rough fighting style... had he seen before?

boom! ! !

Suddenly, a loud noise from the other direction of the castle interrupted Feiya's thoughts.

He suddenly beamed with joy and said in his heart: "It's done!"

Although Feiya is straightforward, she is not a foolhardy person.

When he came to the banquet hall, he was actually just a bait to attract the attention of the vampires.

The remaining survivors are responsible for sneaking into the back door of the castle and rescuing the prisoners who have not yet been served to the table.

At this point, Feiya should have retreated immediately and joined the other survivors.

But looking at the figure in the blood mist, a bold idea came to his mind.

A group of them, together with this mysterious man of unknown origin, maybe...can wipe out all the vampires in this castle?

Just as Feiya had this idea, she suddenly heard a harsh scream, faintly coming from high up.

In the perception, there are two more powerful auras that are not inferior to the mistress of the Falon family, and they are approaching quickly!

"No, the scream she just made was calling for the patriarchs of other families!"

"Come so fast!"

Fei Ya's complexion changed slightly, she took a deep look at the figure in the blood mist, and thought to herself.

"Friend, take care!"

Then, he quickly took advantage of the chaos and left the castle.

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the other side.

Blood mist lingered.

Countless roars, whispers, and murmurs, like living creatures, kept drilling into Xia En's ears.

Some of these voices are full of anger and hatred, some are full of the power to confuse people's hearts, and some... are like some kind of pollution that penetrates into the flesh and blood.

After discovering that physical attacks were ineffective against Shane, Deirdre had no choice but to adopt another fighting method.

"How dare you force me to show such an ugly look..."

"Kill you! Kill you! Kill you!"

"I will drain all your blood and hang your body in front of the castle gate!"

An extremely frantic, even indistinguishable roar sounded from the blood mist.

Obviously, maintaining this blood mist form also places a huge burden on Deirdre, and may be rapidly eroding her rationality.

"If you can do it, go ahead and try it."

Xia En just responded calmly.

He could feel that the blood mist around him was eroding his body, trying to enter the body and contaminate the blood in the blood vessels.

For ordinary people, such an infection must be extremely difficult, and they may quickly lose control of their bodies.

However, the projected body has no blood.

Get rid of the [Ship Soul Power -0.01] that keeps appearing on the panel! 】Except for the reminder, this erosion has almost no effect.

It's like scratching an itch.

As for the mental pollution in the blood mist...

Xia En was on guard at first, but he soon discovered that apart from the fact that the noises were a bit noisy, they seemed to be of no use at all?

Perhaps with the improvement of the [Mysterious] attribute, his mental resistance has increased.

Maybe he has seen some more terrifying existences.

Or maybe it's for some other reason...

"This kind of pollution, whether compared with the huge guys in the depths of the [Secret Sea], the forbidden relics in the [Ember Sanctuary], or the previous Scarlet Lord... is far behind!"

"Even the side effects of [Hui Jiao Amulet] are incomparable."

Xia En thought in a weird mood: "Is this the third form of the family mistress?"

However, due to the special nature of the blood mist state, Xia En's physical attacks were difficult to take effect, and the two sides fell into a brief stalemate.

But soon, the screams coming from high in the castle also attracted Xia En's attention.

"Did you really call for reinforcements?"

"Hahahaha... [God Thief], you are dead!"

Deirdre, who was also aware of this, laughed wildly.

"No matter what means you have, if the three clan leaders take action together, all that awaits you is a miserable death!"

"Oh, really?"

"Then let me try this trick..."

Before he finished speaking, Xia En raised the bloody sword with both hands.

In an instant, a strange attraction spread from its surface and began to capture the blood-colored mist floating around.

"W-what are you doing!?"

Upon seeing this, Deirdre's voice immediately became filled with strong disbelief and horror.

Xia En chuckled and said, "I have discovered a long time ago that the quality of your blood is very good."

"Then, the weapons made from them must be very useful, right?"

[The secret technique of blood modeling! 】

Under normal circumstances, it would certainly be difficult for Shane to directly control the blood of Deirdre, the matriarch of the family.

But now, she has broken down into the tiniest blood mist particles, her mental state is unstable, and her control over her body has been greatly weakened.

And this became Xia En's opportunity!

It's not that he didn't do anything just now, but he was carefully sensing the state of the blood mist.

Now is the time to take action!

Buzz——

The bloody sword trembled violently.

The suction force became stronger and stronger, sucking out the thick blood mist around like a vortex.

"No, don't! Stop it!"

"Please! As long as you stop, I'm willing to give everything!"

Deirdre hissed in fear.

She felt that her life force and secret power were flowing away rapidly, all of which were roughly plundered and poured into this big sword.

This feeling is so terrible.

It's like becoming a pig or sheep to be slaughtered, or a dish at a banquet. You can't resist, you can only be grabbed and enjoyed by the other party.

——And don’t those ordinary people feel similar feelings when they are treated as blood food?

"I will come and get everything you have."

Xia En said calmly.

He had no intention of stopping, but instead used all his strength to activate his talent [Blood Power] to speed up the absorption.

As the blood mist blended into the great sword little by little, it gradually underwent a strange transformation, which originally looked a bit rough.

The sword body and hilt became heavier and heavier.

A unique scarlet luster appeared on the sword's edge.

A dark black line began to spread along the sword body from bottom to top, and flickered on and off like breathing.

Beyond the blood mist.

Many vampires had no idea what was happening.

I just felt that the blood mist began to become lighter and lighter, the strange figure became clearer and clearer, and the breath became more and more terrifying.

A somewhat ominous premonition enveloped their minds.

"Could it be that... the mistress is going to lose?"

"How is this possible?"

Fortunately, at this moment, two figures, one tall and one short, broke into the castle gate.

"He is the patriarch of the Sethis family and the Kaler family!"

Someone shouted in surprise.

The territories of these two families are located near the Falon family, so they can come to support immediately.

The patriarch of the Sethis family, Dolan Sethis, is a tall and thin middle-aged man with a neat mustache.

He said with a reproachful tone: "Deirdre is really getting better and better. A perfectly good blood feast has caused her to end up like this."

The short young man next to him, Warren Kaler, was also a little dissatisfied.

"After the matter is resolved, she will have to reward us with a batch of good blood food."

"exactly."

There was a hint of disinterest in their voices, and they were not worried about Deirdre's safety.

What these vampires are most proud of is their strong vitality.

Even if you are seriously injured, even if your body is split into two, as long as you draw fresh blood, you can quickly heal as before.

on the other hand.

The arrogance and arrogance of the vampires are engraved in their blood.

Even though Deirdre sent out a plea for help, they felt a bit contemptuous in their hearts.

However, after seeing the scene clearly, the two clan leaders were stunned.

Deirdre was nowhere to be seen in the hall, and the blood mist also dissipated.

There, there was only a strange figure whose face could not be seen clearly.

At his feet were the shriveled corpses of many Vampires, with horror and fear still on their faces.

In his hand was a weird big sword.

The dark red sword body seemed to be made of blood, but it was extremely solid and heavy.

On the blade, blood and dark lines were constantly squirming and flowing, and seemed to be whining and roaring.

It was obvious that the sword was alive.

Moreover, it seems that there is a soul imprisoned in it, and it will never be released for eternity.

"[God Thief]? Shouldn't he be dead?"

Dolan was horrified: "This sword? Could Deirdre..."

He didn't have time to think too much, but the figure had already strode forward, with unstoppable power, and struck his head with a sword!