Chapter 139: Chapter 69 Ascension Ritual (5)
“Ahhhh——”
The Natural War Maniac roared angrily and stomped to activate his Frenzy.
“Die!”
His eyes turned bloodshot, and with the help of Flight Magic, he leaped high and swung his Great Axe fiercely at the Vampire in the air.
Duke Brad sneered contemptuously.
“Ridiculous struggle.”
A blood mist churned in the air, forming a gigantic blood-red maw that swallowed the Natural War Maniac whole, draining every drop of his blood, leaving only a dried and shriveled husk that fell to the ground.
Just as the Natural War Maniac died, several wooden arrows swiftly shot towards the Vampire’s heart.
“Whoosh——”
It turned out the Natural War Maniac was only a distraction, while Singo’s heart-targeting wooden arrows were the real attack strategy.
“Crack.”
However, those arrows were easily caught by a pair of pale hands and then snapped effortlessly.
“How is this possible…”
Singo muttered to himself. He hadn’t expected this boss to be so exaggeratedly strong, not only having powerful Spell Abilities but also unbelievable physical strength.
“Pathetic rats.”
A sinister smile appeared on Duke Brad’s face as he spoke.
“I was once the mightiest general in all of Anzeta. I rode a Giant Eagle into battle, unrivaled wherever I went.”
“And now, I am something far more noble.”
“You——”
“think you can be my opponents?”
Duke Brad slowly descended. Blood mist and countless shadowy hands surrounded him.
[Vampire’s Touch]
Anyone entangled by those shadowy hands suffered unimaginable Necrosis damage, their Vitality drained rapidly.
That Vitality surged within the shadowy tendrils and eventually flowed into Duke Brad’s body, nourishing him.
“Priest, give me a heal!”
“Cast an Acceleration Spell on me!”
The Tyrant shouted to Fengyun.
But before he could finish, a black tendril rose from the ground and wrapped around him tightly, turning his muscular body into a dried husk in an instant.
“I need a chance to cast a—”
Charlotte hadn’t finished speaking before the blood mist engulfed him from behind, then enveloped him entirely.
Singo stood at the edge of the stone platform, bow drawn and arrow ready, aiming again at the Vampire, but black tendrils rose from the ground and wrapped around him, dragging him into the endless Abyss below.
The players were desperately running, dodging the terrifying blood mist and tendrils, while Duke Brad leisurely paced back and forth in the center of the stone platform.
“I am the Lord of Darkness.”
“I am the Monarch of the Night.”
“Entering here was the greatest mistake of your lives!”
His voice was hoarse and low, like the grim announcement of a night reaper, mercilessly declaring the fate of the crowd.
Countless bats and rats surged from the darkness, obeying the commands of the Monarch of the Night, attacking them in waves. Some players were gnawed to pieces by thousands of rats.
“Supreme Holy Slash!”
Mezulash swung his blood-glowing sword, cutting off the shadow tendrils attacking from behind. The Guardian Aura around him blocked the encroaching blood mist.
He lifted his blood-stained Great Sword high.
[Oathbreaker Guiding Divine Power: Terror Manifestation]
An aura of magical intimidation gathered and erupted, dispelling the approaching rats and bats.
Mezulash stared intently, pointing the sword’s tip at the Duke.
“I will kill you, Vampire.”
His pitch-black eyes were wide open, emitting a cold light filled with frenzied hatred, like a ghostly fire, making Duke Brad’s heart skip a beat.
Duke Brad pretended to ponder for a moment, then suddenly revealed a playful smile.
“Oh? I remember you.”
“Leader of the Child of the Devil, pitiful scapegoat.”
“Tsk, your wailing and cries lasted for three days and three nights back then, bringing me immense joy, while my righteous and brave people vented their fury, soaking Northwind Castle with Tiefling blood, even filling the moat with flowing blood.”
Duke Brad’s tone was light, as if recounting a delightful anecdote.
“However, it was not a waste. Your kinsmen died valuably, granting me the opportunity for the great Ascension.”
“Everything was perfect, except for the one regret of letting you escape.”
“But now… that regret will be mended.”
Duke Brad curled his lips into a smile, a hint of crimson flashing in his eyes.
He enjoyed seeing the despair and pain in the eyes of these mortals. Clearly, Mezulash was just such a presence, and he would personally extinguish the Tiefling’s hope for revenge.
“I will kill you.”
“Kill you…”
Mezulash swung his sword again and again, cutting off the shadow tendrils that kept attacking, struggling to advance to within ten meters of Duke Brad.
Wounds exuding Necrosis smoke continuously appeared on his body, with the evil forces greedily devouring his Vitality, but Mezulash remained expressionless, paying no heed.
The image of his family struggling in the flames seemed to appear before his eyes. The souls of countless dead kinsmen seemed to appear before him, shouting in unison.
“Kill him.”
Duke Brad watched the Tiefling gradually close in, his pale face filled with excitement.
“Yes, that’s it, strong will, lost reason, feeling the hope of revenge.”
“Only to be utterly cast into the abyss by me in the end…”
He eagerly licked his lips. This kind of despairing blood required careful nurturing, as sweet as the finest wine.