Vast magic swept across the entire land, and the space itself was torn open with a hoarse low roar as dazzling light devoured everything in an instant.
The nobles raised their arms one after another to shield themselves, doing their best to block the merciless fragments of shattered rock, flying sand, and the surging blood mist.
Even after becoming undead, they still found it hard to withstand such a violent impact.
Laurien quickly folded his three pairs of wings together, forcefully blocking the raging, wave-like assault.
BOOM!!!
White light exploded outward, and the terrifying backlash of magic covered dozens of miles around, kicking up layer after layer of dust.
The shockwave slammed into the ground, rocks shattered and shot upward together, rising hundreds of meters into the blood-colored sky.
The nobles present looked at the rolling rocks and the pouring, terrifying magic, feeling the surrounding space become strangely distorted.
The tearing of various elements caused even them, as undead, to be subtly affected.
Blinding white light burst from the sky, compressing the space to its limit.
The terrifying shockwaves also turned into cannon-like blasts, exploding outward.
As the piercing white light gradually swallowed them, the ghostly green flames on their bodies seemed to lose their color.
Everything fell silent again, even the blood mist was swallowed up.
Soon, the white light gradually faded.
Count Laurien revealed himself in the high sky.
One of his arms was completely mangled, blood gushing out from the horrifying wound.
Even half of his body had almost been shattered by the previous attack.
Seeing such severe injuries on Count Laurien, rare smiles appeared on the nobles' faces.
Count Laurien had finally been wounded.
However, what happened next froze their smiles instantly.
Under everyone's stunned gaze, Count Laurien's wounds began to heal at a visible speed. New flesh grew over the injuries, restoring his severed arm.
His shattered body was also being filled in with new flesh, blood gathering at the wounds and quickly flowing back into his body.
In the blink of an eye, Count Laurien returned to normal.
The dust around his body slowly dispersed. Count Laurien suddenly spread his three pairs of wings, shaking away the swirling sand and wind.
Letting the blood mist circulate around his body.
The nobles present lowered their hands one after another, staring at the thick blood mist overflowing around him, utterly shocked, "Too terrifying…"
"How did he withstand that level of magic?"
However, Victor simply watched all of this calmly.
Laurien's recovery was entirely within Victor's expectations.
Even bosses at the same level sixty had their own strengths and weaknesses.
Compared to those angels among the goddess's followers, who would also reach level sixty after merging, they were far inferior to a vampire prince like Count Laurien.
Strictly speaking, the goddess's followers should be considered field bosses.
While Laurien, the vampire prince, was a true story boss.
Of course, he still couldn't compare to something like a Calamity, a world-level boss capable of destroying the heavens and earth.
Those things could take ten war spells and still be hard to kill.
Under everyone's shocked and astonished gazes, Laurien spoke, "Mr. Victor, midnight is almost here."
"What can you still do?"
Victor's expression remained calm as he replied evenly, "Is that so?"
His coat behind him was covered in pale color, and under the push of the wind, Victor slowly descended to the ground.
He once again gripped the staff that he had originally planted into the ground.
Suddenly, his confident voice echoed in the silence, "To control everything about you, at the very least, it would take a powerful necromancer, wouldn't it?"
A necromancer could turn living beings into undead. Even if they weren't dead, under the influence of necromancy, they could take on the form of the undead.
Meanwhile, vampires relied on absorbing the blood of living beings to survive or grow stronger.
But creatures in an undead state, in a sense, were beings that had lost their physical bodies.
Therefore, they could not be fed upon by vampires.
So, necromancers could effectively counter vampires.
"Have you ever thought that if my students can become necromancers..."
"...why can't I?"
As Victor's indifferent voice sounded, he slammed the pitch-black staff in his hand onto the ground once more.
In an instant, an even more violent, deep green blaze erupted from the deep trenches in the earth.
Ash from the flames filled the sky, covering heaven and earth.
The previously burning domains were swept by an invisible wave.
The red was instantly replaced by deep green, crackling fiercely.
A thick black-green mist surged out from beneath Victor's feet, rapidly spreading in all directions.
In the blink of an eye, the bottomless fissures were covered by the mist. The ghostly green soul flames burned even more fiercely, swaying endlessly under the wind.
The blood-colored sky gradually dimmed, yet in the green sky, a blood-red moon still hung.
Everyone was enveloped by this sudden green mist. A strange force followed the flames on their bodies and seeped into them.
A vast aura burst forth, as if stirring their already flickering soul flames once again.
Their gazes pierced through the thick mist, bypassing the raging ghost fire, and gathered onto an even deeper green flame.
A coat of ghostly green fire appeared before everyone. Victor stood within the green, gradually revealing his face and body.
Soul fire burned in his eyes, and strange green patterns split across his face.
The clothing on his upper body beneath the coat gradually became clear as the mist dispersed. Emerald soul fire flowed through his well-defined muscles.
His waist, like a cracked fissure, was torn by broken force. Blazing green fire shone within, turning into floating glass-like fragments dancing in the flames.
His arms were gradually swept over by ghost fire, his flesh instantly turning deep green.
Bright magic glowed within his veins, and his fingertips gradually sharpened.
At this moment, Victor had also taken on the form of the undead.
That unparalleled form shocked everyone present, especially the noble lords.
'Th-this-this-this-this!?'
'It would be one thing if Princess Aurelian could learn it.'
'But why had Victor also become a necromancer!?'
Even in Laurien's eyes, a trace of shock that had never appeared before surfaced.
"So… that's how it is."
He said it in sudden realization.
Although the surrounding blood domain was being continuously compressed by the domain of the dead, Laurien still remained calm.
"But, Mr. Victor, you're already too late."
As he said this, the blood-red moon in the sky rapidly expanded, becoming even more crimson and twisted.
Priscilla in the sky also seemed to be affected by this change.
At this moment, her body began to transform.
A look of extreme pain flashed across her face.
As the blood moon expanded, her back began to swell.
What had originally been just one pair of wings suddenly grew more flesh wings.
Two pairs, three pairs.
At a speed visible to the naked eye, she bathed in the blood-red moonlight, undergoing transformation.
Three pairs of blood wings... that was a trait only a vampire prince possessed.
It was also the symbol of the strongest and most perfect vampire.
At this moment, Laurien lowered his blood-like eyes.
Clearly, this should have been the moment he had long awaited the most.
Yet he seemed unable to bear looking at it, turning his gaze toward Victor instead.
"With all of Shulben as her nourishment, she will abandon her former identity and forget those painful memories of the past."
"My child will welcome true rebirth!"
The nobles present stared blankly at Priscilla in the sky, who was continuously transforming. Alarm bells rang wildly in their hearts.
Fear spread across everyone's faces.
One Count Laurien was already terrifyingly powerful. If another vampire prince appeared, would they still have any chance of survival?
Thinking of this, all the nobles present fell into despair.
Even though Victor, this powerful mage, had learned necromancy, he had no way to save everyone in Shulben.
Along with Shulben, they would perish together with this territory.
The kingdom was about to become history.
But suddenly, a calm voice broke through the nobles' despair and reached their ears, "I never said I would stop you as a necromancer."
"I just need a piece of land."
'A piece of land?'
Hearing Victor's words, the nobles were confused.
Suddenly, the land that was gradually being covered by the deep mist began to reveal a field of golden wheat swaying like waves.
Golden light enveloped everyone, accompanied by rich life energy overflowing from the loose soil.
The wheat swayed as crimson light brushed over it, yet not a trace of blood stained it.
Instead, the golden light became even brighter, even dispersing the falling crimson, shooting straight into the sky.
That brilliance pierced through the blood-colored clouds like tens of thousands of spears, shining deep into Count Laurien's crimson eyes.
It actually caused him intense pain.
Everyone stared at the golden wheat field in shock, frozen in place.
They seemed to feel a warm power slowly emerging.
That warmth drove away the chill, seeping into their hearts.
And when Laurien adapted to the golden light, he also saw the flourishing wheat field.
"This is…"
"The ears of wheat of the Goddess of Fertility?"
"Exactly."
Victor stood within the golden wheat field, letting the aura of life pass through his undead, fractured body.
"Do you remember, Count Laurien?"
The voice of his soul echoed emptily, gradually resounding in Laurien's ears.
"This is the gift you gave me."
"Now, your repayment has arrived."
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