The surging magma broke through the earth like ocean waves, violently colliding with the roaring crimson hurricane.
It was like blazing heat erupting within a sea of blood.
Shockwaves rolled across the trembling land, eroding the towering rocks.
Flames intertwined with the scarlet storm, making it feel as if the entire earth was wailing.
Aurelian silently watched the shocking scene before her, her slender hand gently waving in the air.
Then, the soul fire on the ground seemed to hear her call, reigniting with brilliance and falling back onto the earth.
Centered at her feet, ghostly green flames spread outward in all directions like ripples on a calm lake.
They merged with the red flames, launching a joint assault against the crimson hurricane.
Under the domain of the fire calamity, the soul fire became even more terrifying.
The towering flames attached themselves to the already undead army, making the soul fire surging within them even more violent.
Like a beast just awakened from sleep, roaring within the blaze.
The demi-humans let out furious roars, their voices like steel cutting through space, echoing across the chaotic land.
The two tiger-men wrapped in green flames stomped the ground and sprinted wildly across the rubble.
Like two glowing green meteors, they pierced straight into the swirling blood storm.
Though flames burned on their bodies, their bone-like claws remained as sharp as ever.
The knights snapped their reins and rode their ghostly steeds straight into the battlefield.
The remaining noble lords looked toward Laurien in the sky, and at Viktor standing on the ground, holding his staff, red patterns spreading across his coat.
A complicated struggle flashed in their eyes.
As the protector of the kingdom, Duke Barlow had yet to appear.
Did they really have no choice but to place all their hope on Viktor?
That shouldn't be the case.
In the end, the nobles took a deep breath and raised their swords high above their heads.
As if unafraid of death, they shouted, "For the kingdom!!!"
Stepping forward in chaotic strides, they charged decisively into the storm.
Waving their blades, they clashed with the constantly regenerating vampires.
From above, Laurien felt the disturbance below. His gaze swept over Viktor on the ground, meeting his eyes.
Around them, flames surged, skeletons scattered, flesh and severed limbs flew in chaos.
Countless figures collided, releasing violent shockwaves that shook the land.
And yet, the battlefield seemed completely unable to affect the two of them.
The vast battlefield couldn't reach them at all.
Viktor slowly raised his head and glanced at the blood-red sky.
Priscilla stood with her back to the crimson moon, threads connecting her as fresh blood continuously flowed into her from the moon.
At that moment, Count Laurien spoke, "Councilman."
"Now, it's our battle."
Viktor's gaze returned to Laurien.
Then...
"As you wish."
The earth was split by flowing magma, pillars of fire erupting from its depths.
A roaring sea of flames swept across instantly, tearing apart all the vampires with furious hatred.
The extreme heat twisted space like a blazing furnace, cracking the land into countless wounds, dry and scorched.
The burning air turned into invisible blades, slicing across everyone's faces.
[Flame Severing Hatred]
The vampires' skin split under the terrifying heat, and the blood that spilled out was instantly burned away.
But it wasn't just the blood that ignited. The flames slithered like vicious snakes onto their pale bodies.
In the blink of an eye, their bodies were completely reduced to ashes.
Bloody ash scattered through the air, mixing into the crimson storm before vanishing entirely.
The vampires transformed from blood slaves, once burned by these flames, could no longer revive.
Watching their enemies being consumed by fire, the undead nobles widened their eyes.
The ground cracked open, magma surged violently, as if even the green flames within their cold eye sockets had been dyed with heat.
Who could have imagined that Viktor's magma magic would be this terrifying?
However, it wasn't over yet.
A massive pillar of fire rose like an enraged giant, shooting toward Laurien in the sky.
The enormous flame column surged upward, aiming straight at him.
Yet facing this blazing inferno, Count Laurien showed no fear.
He simply watched calmly as the flames engulfed him.
The nobles stared at the sky dyed red by the molten sea, filled with shock.
Until the blazing pillar dissipated, Laurien's figure appeared once more.
His wings spread wide, shaking off the remaining sparks.
Though traces of ash still clung to him, overall, he seemed no different from before the attack.
Only the blood moon above had grown even brighter.
The ghostly green flames in the nobles' eye sockets flickered slightly. At this moment, they felt Laurien's terror even more deeply.
This was the blood race?
Even such powerful magic couldn't harm him at all!?
But suddenly, something even more shocking happened.
The patterns on Viktor's coat began to shift rapidly. The red faded, replaced by a lush green.
It was as if a sea of magma had instantly turned into a flourishing forest.
Petals fell from the sky, rushing into the crimson storm.
Behind his coat, countless glowing green magic circles appeared, spinning rapidly in midair. Complex patterns merged, forming massive, terrifying formations.
From the formations burst endless natural magic. Thick dark-green vines extended with sharp thorns, surging chaotically toward Laurien within the blood storm.
The shattered earth trembled as massive trunks erupted from beneath the storm, forming a dense forest across the barren land.
Endless green lights surged into the sky like tens of thousands of meteors, weaving through the thorned vines as they poured toward Laurien.
[All Creation]
But this was only the beginning.
At this moment, Viktor was like a machine gun.
With both hands in his pockets, different colored magic circles rotated behind him.
Each time he cast a spell, his coat shifted to match the corresponding element.
Blue, white, purple.
Floods, storms, lightning…
[Oceanic Source Star]
[Aerial Detonation]
[Brilliant Thunder Arrow]
Terrifying magic, carrying dazzling flashes, struck Laurien again and again.
The land beneath the blood domain could no longer contain Viktor's endless power.
The nobles stared at this horrifying scene, colors flashing endlessly in their eyes, leaving them frozen in place.
The green soul fire in their eyes seemed to stop flickering.
At this moment, their understanding of the world was completely shattered.
'This… is what a mage looks like?'
Yet Laurien, surrounded by overwhelming magic, stood completely still like a target.
He simply used his three pairs of massive blood wings like giant scales, blocking all incoming spells.
Allowing endless elemental magic to crash against his body.
This left countless people confused.
With such terrifying magic, why wasn't Laurien even trying to dodge?
However, no one noticed.
Each time Laurien endured a spell, the blood moon behind Priscilla grew slightly brighter.
Of course, Laurien wasn't immune to pain, nor was he unharmed.
Feeling the loss of his own blood, he lowered his head to look at Viktor.
'Truly terrifying…'
Only by facing Viktor's magic directly could one understand just how powerful it was.
If not for his abundant blood energy, he might not have been able to maintain his current form.
But he had to endure.
The dissipating blood energy was all being absorbed into the blood moon.
The moon now shone even brighter, more crimson than before.
Laurien raised his head, looking at the radiant blood moon, and spoke, "You are truly strong, Councilman."
"But… the blood moon has arrived."
Suddenly, his three pairs of wings spread wide, whipping through the air like a storm, producing a deafening sonic boom.
The immense sound shook the land. Even the undead present instinctively raised their hands to cover their ears...
even though they had no ears left.
The overwhelming sound spread across the entire territory in an instant.
Cities and villages alike were struck by the wave. Countless windows vibrated at high frequencies.
People sensing the disturbance stopped their gatherings, put down their cards, opened windows, and looked up at the sky.
Pedestrians in the streets also raised their heads.
Soldiers on duty immediately sensed something wrong and looked toward the dark sky.
At that moment, everyone in the territory looked up at the blood moon.
Almost instantly, a strange crimson glow appeared in their eyes.
The blood within their bodies began to slowly drain.
Their faces turned pale, their strength fading.
Yet for some reason, they couldn't control themselves. They could only stare helplessly at the blood moon.
As it continuously devoured their blood.
Streams of blood energy rose into the sky along the moonlight, filling the crimson moon.
Nourished by it, the blood moon grew even brighter.
The noble lords exchanged confused looks.
What did Laurien mean by the blood moon arriving?
But the moon in the sky was indeed growing brighter and redder.
Hovering beneath it, Laurien explained,
"Right now, every human in Shulben is having their blood slowly absorbed by the blood moon."
"At midnight, they will be completely drained and reduced to shriveled corpses."
Hearing this, everyone's minds went blank.
A chill crept up their spines.
What Laurien was doing was no different from slaughtering the entire population of Shulben.
This was even worse than August.
August only wanted to kill the lords present.
But Laurien... was massacring an entire city.
'Why would he do this? How could he do this!?'
Even Aurelian looked at Laurien in disbelief, her body trembling.
Everyone present felt anger, but when they looked at the blazing blood moon, a deep sense of helplessness followed.
At that moment, Laurien lowered his head and looked at Viktor, speaking calmly, "So, Councilman Clavenna, how do you plan to stop me?"
More vampires emerged from the ground, their broken bodies restored, their forms larger and more terrifying under the blood moon.
Seeing these revived vampires, the pressure on everyone intensified.
A suffocating silence filled the air again.
Everyone remembered the terrifying legend.
The blood race feeds on blood... the more they harvest, the stronger they become.
Now, as blood energy increased, the vampires' presence grew stronger.
Even Laurien's power seemed to be swelling.
After all, he was absorbing not just one person, but the blood of the entire territory.
His eyes turned into a vast crimson ocean, like a sea of blood surging.
But in the next moment, an overwhelming surge of magic erupted like a raging tide.
In an instant, it flooded the entire land.
The air grew heavy, pressing down on everyone.
It felt like their lungs were filled with deep seawater, and a sense of danger rose from Laurien's feet to his mind.
He froze.
Why had such a vast tide of magic suddenly appeared?
He looked down at Viktor.
At some point, Viktor's eyes had begun to glow blue.
Behind him, magic formations rotated, patterns merging, runes engraving themselves.
In a daze, Laurien noticed the black crow on Viktor's shoulder.
The crow's single eye glowed with the same blue light.
"So that's it."
"This is your confidence?"
At this moment, Viktor was surrounded by surging magic, like an ocean engulfing him.
He looked like a god controlling endless power.
"Confidence?"
"No."
Viktor held his black staff, the golden bird head blazing with immense magic.
He slowly raised his head, his blue-glowing obsidian eyes meeting Laurien's crimson gaze.
His confident voice rang out, "This is divine favor."
[Viktor Clavenna: Lv49]
[MP: 9999999/9999999]