Chapter 335: Transformation
Flirtatious whispers appeared beside Tori. It was obvious that vampires could easily climb over the wooden wall that was considered tall for ordinary people.
"What are you looking at?"
Tori froze suddenly, then relaxed, keeping her face in a state of panic, trying to look as panicked as possible.
This fairly successful performance sparked even greater interest in the vampires.
Tori turned his head stiffly and met the eyes of a pale-skinned businessman. A flash of scarlet in the other's eyes confirmed its identity.
Tori staggered back two steps, and the other party disappeared in the next blink of an eye, and a pair of cold hands supported Tori's back in another instant.
It seems that vampires are as arrogant as the legends say. That’s right, how could they, who possess the power to desecrate life and inhumanity, care about the struggles of ordinary people?
Tori suddenly thrust the sword behind him, and when the feeling of the sharp weapon entering the flesh came from his hand, he rolled forward without hesitation.
A terrifying scream and an irresistible force approached the human at the same time, tearing open the armor behind Tori. The burning pain came only when the moisture soaked Tori's inner armor.
He rolled on the ground several times, and with the corner of his eye he could see the vampire who had lost his grace, no longer looked like a human, and was turning into ashes.
The dead man cursed by Namor took three difficult steps towards Tori before he finally rested in peace.
Only then did he know how his father died. If the vampire had been alert, as long as the human was a little slower to react, the outcome would have been reversed.
When the Mirror Spirit showed its magical powers to the mortal general, it did not win the other party's faith.
On the contrary, it almost got hit head-on.
Human beings are always like this, only willing to accept the truth that they are happy to see.
Hotar no longer paid attention to this human, returned to the island, and continued to manipulate the situation.
It used the old man's body to let the condensed flames cover the mortal flesh, and used the pen to leave ink marks on the "Book of Fate".
The Great Necromancer will appreciate its gift, and the elven deities will also be surprised.
There is no doubt that the "Eternal Watch" being hunted by the minions of the Blood God will use chaos to escape from the predicament, and the biggest chaos in the Old World right now is in the Empire.
In Lord Wishen, the blind prophet who was using the human army to hide himself was suddenly reminded by the White Crow.
"Go to Utbad, where Magnus will arrive to give the exile Skarbrand a home."
Who will resist the last straw in adversity?
What's more, this may be a revelation from the "Grimoire of Fate". Although he is blind, Bai Ya can still see the enlightening words clearly.
"What happens next? We have more than one enemy."
"Join the Empire's army. Demons will never care who they kill. The Empire's legions will protect us."
"Humans are no match for demons."
“It’s not just humans that have arrived at the battlefield of Sylvania, the new Flame Keeper is also about to fall into the trap of fate.
Let the blood rage slow down his pace, we just need to wait for the moment when the changes occur.
Kabanhar and Angrath prefer the heads of the strong to your skulls, and the fire will go out in Sylvania.
Taking advantage of the chaos, we have the opportunity to go to Kislev and take the blood of the gods."
"The Supreme Bloodthirster doesn't come so easily."
"Some beings want them to come. The strongest fortress can be opened from the inside. Even if it's only for a moment, it's enough for the Ancient Saint to die. Let us put an end to his legend."
How could Skylin be willing to give up?
That Khorne Champion is not in a good mood.
The Mirror God casts his ink once again, guiding the fate of the Bretonnian expeditionary force and the Skellin tribe to converge.
In the Claw Sea, half of the mighty longships were missing, and every warrior had lost the pride they had when they marched south because their attack had failed.
If the dragon had not been interested in fighting at sea, they wouldn't even have had the chance to organize a retreat.
This is undoubtedly a shame.
Their champion leader should have easily cut off the head of the human king and brought the head under the crown to lay the foundation of the cranial throne, but a dragon ruined everything.
If it weren't for the fact that the "Soul Killer" still had unquestionable majesty and power, they would have mutinied long ago.
It's really sad that no new champion even dares to step up and challenge the defeated leader.
Egil Stjörbjörn knew well what his men were thinking, for he had risen from a warrior to the leader of the tribe.
The defeated leader was in danger, but no one in the Skylin tribe could challenge him.
But we can't let it go on like this.
Changes must be made, and Egil must wash away the shame with victory.
He had to choose a suitable battlefield and prepare to slay the dragon.
This battle has just begun. The turmoil will never end, and all countries need a reshuffle.
If Magnus were still in power, Hotar's servants would never have a chance to rise.
The Great Necromancer may not be able to defeat two swords, even if one of them is in danger.
New weapons are still needed to put an end to the life of the Emperor of Mankind.
Hotar needs allies.
The unpredictable changes in fate attracted Hotar's attention. The Orc warriors who were still alive might be of some use, but the greenskins could never withstand major use.
Perhaps it's time to come to terms with the Daemon Prince of the Purple Rose, or reconcile with the disgusting Prince of Nurgle.
In Marienburg, the monthly masquerade ball opens again.
The local mortals naturally don’t know the truth behind the masks. Only the cross-border people from other worlds know that this is their gathering.
Sherlock Holly put on his old hunting robe and found a secluded corner, avoiding meeting his fellow countrymen at the party.
They are becoming increasingly wrong.
Maybe Sherlock had stayed in Horsell for too long and was frightened by the monsters in the swamp and became a coward who couldn't stand the slightest disturbance - Sherlock knew what they were thinking.
Let the prejudice remain and continue to ferment.
It is said that Ms. Lina now even leads association members to have a good time after parties, and a few members have even brought "sauna" and "cupping" into the world.
Of course, modern red wine and new cocktails are indispensable as embellishments of their gatherings.
Sherlock took a sip of the bitter and sweet liquid in the goblet, only roughly sensing the taste, and when no one was paying attention, he quietly spit the wine into his napkin.
It's really ironic that no one even cared about the loss of contact with the "Light of Doomsday" and everyone was focused on drinking and toasting.
A different feeling of physical thirst and spiritual emptiness awakened Sherlock. He took another sip of the wine and found a slight sour taste in it.
It should be unremarkable, after all, red wine is like that.
But this sour taste has a magical power that makes people unable to stop. Sherlock dared to swear to Tal that some idiot brought chemical compounds that should not be brought into this world.
(End of this chapter)
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