In the crimson moonlight, August's shadow was stretched even longer.
The rosy complexion on his face was even more pronounced, and the burning light in his eyes was even more intense.
He slowly raised his head, his deep gaze sweeping over every nobleman present, his tone calm:
“You have never submitted to me, even though I am your king.”
“You despise me, yet you are forced to treat me with utmost respect because of this bullshit principle of ruler and subject.”
"Otherwise, the Grand Duke's punishment will fall upon each and every one of you."
Many noble lords looked at each other, but none of them could say a word.
Indeed, the older generation of earls or marquises who followed the previous king were just as August had described.
No one truly respected August.
After all, they were already lords before August took office.
Augustus did not have many achievements worthy of their admiration.
More importantly, because Duke Festan Barlow served the royal family, these old nobles had to show respect to Auguste.
What these noble lords feared was only Grand Duke Barlow.
Therefore, August was indeed telling the truth.
At this moment, August slowly narrowed his eyes and said:
"But now, I don't need to care about your attitude towards me anymore."
The tentacle patterns on the formation had passed through all the corpses, and a thin red line began to slowly drift down from the blood moon in the sky.
Following the crimson light, it gradually connected to the countless corpses.
A barely perceptible crimson aura permeated the formation and seeped into the corpses.
Afterwards, they struggled to move their limbs from the ground, as if they had regained consciousness and come back to life.
The nobles stared wide-eyed, feeling a wave of nausea as the pungent stench and blood assaulted their nostrils.
"Necromancy!?"
"No."
August smiled calmly:
"They are blood slaves."
Finally, a noble count could no longer restrain himself and drew a gleaming sword from his waist.
He wore a lead-colored robe and tumbled through the air, his face revealing determination.
"August! Your crimes must be punished!"
He was full of confidence, firmly believing that his fourth-tier strength would easily defeat August.
He stomped his foot and charged toward August amidst the whistling sound of wind breaking through the air.
The cold light flashed, transforming into a silver meteor under the blood-red night sky, instantly piercing through August's body.
Dust rose and slowly drifted down around the two of them.
Before anyone could even react, the scene before them left them speechless.
August stood rooted to the spot, eyes wide with disbelief, staring at the cold blade piercing his body.
His body trembled, and a stream of warm blood spurted from his mouth.
"you……"
Countless people stared wide-eyed at this violent act of regicide, and even Aurelion was utterly shocked.
Only Earl Laureen remained calm, as if nothing had happened.
After the count killed August with a single stab, his expression remained completely calm.
Suddenly, as if he had realized something, his eyes widened in horror.
He exerted force with his arm, only to find that his long blade was already embedded in August's body and he couldn't pull it out no matter what he did.
August suddenly raised his head, a smile on his face, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"You actually believed it?"
"I was lying to you."
Swish—
Two flashes of cold light appeared in an instant, and August's original three swords, which he wore at his waist, were now reduced to only one.
The count felt a chill on his neck, and the scene before his eyes began to spin.
He felt time slow down around him, and he was looking at the astonished crowd.
Soon, the image froze in front of the two bodies.
Strange, why does August look so tall now?
And this body... it looks so familiar, whose body is this?
They are so tall, so very tall.
What happened?
What warm stuff dripped onto my face?
Oh... that's my body.
Bang!
The body, clad in a lead-colored robe, fell heavily to the ground, its blood staining the grass a deep crimson.
And August's two longswords were returned to his waist.
He gently pulled the sword from his chest, feeling no pain whatsoever.
“I almost forgot to tell you that I am the most talented student in the history of Star Academy.”
"But this achievement is of no help in becoming king."
He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the crimson in his eyes seemed to grow even more fanatical:
"It's a pity that you've never understood me."
"Without strength, how could I become king?"
The next second, countless blood slaves struggled to their feet from the ground, dragging their twisted bodies, with a blood-red thread connecting them to their backs.
And at the end of the silk thread, there is a scarlet full moon.
August stood before the Blood Slave, his eyes gradually filled with the crimson color of the blood moon.
Amidst the astonishment of countless nobles, he subtly abandoned his smile.
"Ladies and gentlemen, our banquet is not over yet."
He faced Earl Laureen's enormous, castle-like mansion, and the blood moon in the sky, spreading his arms, which were hidden beneath his robes.
The blood slaves behind him also stretched out their twisted and withered hands, just like August.
As if thirsting for blood, he leaned forward, his throat hoarse, and together with August:
"Praise the moon."
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