Chapter 559: Demigod, Prince of the Blood Clan (Subscribe)

If legend is the initial contact and borrowing of the origin and power of the world's rules,

Then the demigod powerhouse can already skillfully use the power of rules to do many incredible things.

If taken to the extreme, one can even distort and change the rules to a certain extent.

If a legend is one foot out of the plane and one foot remaining in the plane, if one really can't make it, he can come back and be a local tyrant.

Then, the demigod has really made a name for himself outside the plane and found a place to stay.

If we talk about legends, they are the pillars of a principality, dominating the material plane;

Then, a demigod can maintain a great power for thousands of years and even have a name in the multiverse.

Fifth-order legend, sixth-order demigod, this is an extremely rough division method, but the gap between them is as huge as the difference between heaven and earth.

In the temporary command center,

When the words "Sixth-Rank Demigod" were spoken, a deathly silence spread and everyone's breathing stagnated.

It seemed like an eternity had passed before the red dragon Virgil finally spoke in a deep voice, "A demigod taking action will come at a huge price. I'm afraid this demiplane can no longer be saved."

Grand Duke Karen also spoke: "The demigod that Grand Duke Toledo can invite must also be a vampire, and nine out of ten times it is the vampire prince of the abyss.

Back then, the Grand Duke of Toledo was able to stand out among the thirteen clans and take charge of this half plane because the prince actually also belonged to the Toledo clan.

With the help of the blood plague and the bloodshed that instigated the witch hunt, he was able to ignite the divine fire and fall into the abyss, becoming a demigod."

"This happened a long time ago. I never expected them to still be in touch."

The red dragon Virgil spoke up, "Prince Toledo! He's a ruthless man. If he shows up, this demiplane will be taken over by the abyss.

Either use this as a springboard to start a plane war and attack the Helka world; or break the half plane, pull it into the abyss, and expand its territory.

I just don’t know what choice he will make.”

Mrs. Lucy pursed her lips and said hoarsely: "Alessandro, he is really crazy, crazy!"

"No matter which choice he makes, he will fall into the abyss and become a member of the Abyssal Vampire Clan. He, he, he is truly cruel!"

"Cruel is truly cruel, but crazy, that's not necessarily true."

The tree shepherd Groot spoke, his eyes still calm, with the calmness of someone who has experienced years and seen through everything.

"With Alessandro's character, he is stingy, cruel, vicious and selfish. He absolutely does not want others to get involved in his demiplane.

Even if it's destroyed, I don't want it to be!"

"However, falling into the abyss is also an option. Because only by going deep into the abyss and becoming an abyssal vampire can he have the possibility of making further progress."

"So, those legends, including us, may have become his bargaining chips, his token of allegiance.

When a demigod takes action, there must always be enough gains."

"Grand Duke Bruch and the Dark Werewolf Ancestor thought they were the ones plotting against Alessandro, but in fact, Alessandro was plotting against them."

"With so many legendary souls, the Abyssal Blood Prince definitely wouldn't mind giving him more benefits.

Even the Will of the Abyss would be delighted by his contribution."

Grand Duke Karen couldn't help but say, "What a deep plan!"

"It would be a miracle if this old monster didn't have any plans. However, none of this matters anymore. The only thing that matters is this: what should we do now?"

What can I do?

The best option, of course, is to retreat. If you can't win, just run away. It's the wisest choice.

However, no one dared to say anything, but everyone looked at Luo Yi.

You have to admit that among this group of people, even with the presence of the ancient red dragon Virgil, Loyi is still the absolute core.

Feeling everyone's gaze, Luo Yi finally took action. He slowly lowered his head and said with a wry smile, "The question is not whether we can escape, but whether we can escape."

"Don't forget, for a demigod, leaving traces in space is like reading lines on the palm of your hand. Even if you want to escape, you may not be able to."

With just one sentence, everyone was silent. However, Loy said, "Oliveira, Alfonso!"

"exist!"

"You lead the fourth-level natural disasters back first, then clear out the military camp in the east of the city, and evacuate everyone."

"yes!"

"As for us?"

Luo Yi looked around, looking at the four legends beside him, and said, "Wait a little longer, and see!"

"It's not easy for a demigod to descend completely. Maybe there's still a chance."

At this moment, there was no fear in Luo Yi's eyes, but instead a fighting spirit was burning in them.

…

Above the Blood Moon Castle.

Fenrir the Giant Wolf struggled mightily within the blood-red bat claws. The ancestor of the dark werewolves screamed at the legends in the sky, "Save me! Save me!"

It would have been fine if he hadn't shouted, but when he did, those legendary warriors seemed to react and suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Seeing that these legends were unreliable, the Dark Werewolf Ancestor also became ruthless.

With a wolf howl, the dark aura around it surged, constantly expanding outwards, as if it was about to stretch out its sharp claws.

Even more, his muscles expanded wildly, and the giant wolf's form changed into human form again. He stretched out his limbs with blood-red claws, and opened his mouth to bite again.

The wolf beast Fenrir is a god-killing being in some legends, and his wolf fangs are the most powerful.

As for the effect of the attack, it was effective. The blood-red claws bit through the skin, and the pain caused them to loosen for a moment.

However, it was only loosened for a moment.

Just when the Dark Werewolf Ancestor was trying desperately to escape, the sharp claws suddenly tightened again.

He clenched his five fingers suddenly, and with unparalleled strength, with a snap, the Dark Werewolf Ancestor's bones and tendons were broken.

He loosened his grip again, and with a shake of his palm, the Dark Werewolf Ancestor was thrown into the air.

The blood-red claws retracted and stabbed, piercing more than ten holes in the powerful wolf's body. Then, with more force, a minute...

Thus, this powerful legendary werewolf was torn into pieces by five horses, and his bloody body was scattered all over the ground.

Do you think that's the end?

As long as a legendary strongman has not just broken through, which one would not leave himself one or two means of resurrection?

But at this moment, divine power like fine threads emanated from the blood-red claws, imprisoning a soul that was rushing left and right.

Looking at the appearance of that soul, who else could it be but the ancestor of the dark werewolf?

Killing legends is not scary, but imprisoning souls is terrifying.

At this moment, countless legendary warriors changed their expressions drastically.

However, when Grand Duke Toledo saw this scene, he laughed crazily: "The demigod prince took action and still wants to be resurrected? Wishful thinking!"

"Here, here, here's another one!"

What he was referring to was the old vampire.

At this time, the old vampire's face turned green.

He no longer cared about anything else. Blood magic power surged around his body and he exploded with a loud bang. The elemental shock wave spread outward. At the cost of eight hundred casualties, he forced back Grand Duke Toredo.

Then, within the blood magic power, countless bats flapped their wings and flew in different directions, scattering in all directions.

It is difficult to tell what is true and what is false.

Moreover, vampires are famous for their strong vitality, so as long as one clone escapes, it is not considered killed.

However, at this moment, blood-red claws appeared in the air, first opened, rotated, and then gently clenched.

It is hard to explain that strange feeling. Such a huge blood-red claw can perform such a movement with such elegance and calmness.

As he squeezed his hands, the space continued to collapse in his hands.

So, no matter how fast the bat clone flew out, how swift it was, how high the frequency of its wings fluttered, or how much magic it was imbued with...

With just a gentle squeeze, everything was held in the claws.

Then, the sharp claws began to grind, and it felt like holding a ball of sand and rubbing it.

Then, blood began to flow out from between his fingers, so much that it looked like a river of blood.

This one is tougher than the Dark Werewolf Ancestor.

There were explosions, blood gushing out, dark curses spreading, and even holy fire burning and spreading...

He has more than a dozen powerful methods, which show his advantage of living for a long time and he really has a lot of hidden cards.

But even so, it still couldn't stop the bloody claws from grinding. Over and over again, the space was twisted, folded and shattered many times.

In the end, all that could be heard was Grand Duke Bruch's incoherent pleas for mercy, saying something like "I am also a vampire, please spare my life, Prince."

But this was just his last struggle.

Another blood-like divine power went deep into the void, and when it came back, it dragged out a legendary soul.

Together with the soul of the dark werewolf ancestor, he rushed left and right around the claws and struggled endlessly.

At this moment, the Blood Prince had not yet appeared, but he crushed two legends to death with just one hand.

At this moment, the most proud person was the Grand Duke of Toledo. He shouted in mid-air: "I'll let you be so arrogant! I'll let you force me! Die! A good death..."

"And more, above, above, below, below, great First Ancestor, crush them to death, crush them to death!"

He shouted very loudly, but he forgot that he was facing a vampire prince, a demigod!

Demigod is not your dog that you can order around at will.

Then, the blood-red claws slapped the air, and with a bang, Grand Duke Toledo fell to the ground.

Visibly, the ground cracked, and the resulting shock wave was like an earthquake, completely destroying the Blood Moon Castle and turning countless buildings into ruins.

In the center, a deep pit appeared, and what could be seen was the Grand Duke of Toledo embedded in it. Blood oozed from all parts of his body, and all he coughed up were fragments of his internal organs.

Perhaps the Grand Duke of Toredo was still useful, or perhaps the two had some agreement. In any case, the vampire prince did not kill him.

Just a small lesson!

At this moment, Grand Duke Toledo was first confused, then terrified, and finally his eyes became clear. He mumbled some words begging for mercy.

After doing all this, the blood-red claws shook, as if to shake off the dust, or as if it had done the most insignificant thing.

At this moment, there was true silence between heaven and earth.

The power of a demigod is truly beyond imagination!

(End of this chapter)