He stood up, and a crow flew onto his shoulder.
Seeing this, Priscilla followed closely behind Viktor.
As he left, Vega's deep, single eye suddenly fixed on the blood moon hanging high in the sky.
It's like trying to completely lock the blood moon into your eyes.
...
The blood moon, piercing through the thick, dark clouds, hung high in the sky, like a heart pounding with boiling blood in a chest.
The blood slaves on the earth were like puppets manipulated on strings, mechanically repeating a certain incantation dance.
August stood in the blood-red moonlight, outstretched his arm, like the sole conductor in this chaotic dance.
The surrounding nobles stared at August, their faces blank, but their eyes clearly revealed deep fear and shock.
They were afraid, they were terrified, they were angry.
But more than anything, there are still doubts.
Why did August become like this?
Perhaps this is not surprising, after all, this banquet was clearly a setup that August had already made in advance.
The attack by the demi-humans destroyed the royal city, forcing the banquet to be held at Earl Laureen's house.
At this moment, no one cared why August wanted to marry Earl Laureen's dead daughter.
Everyone was just curious.
Why is August suddenly connected with vampires?
The vampires are such mysterious beings that those present knew very little about them.
But they are destined not to be human.
However, as the king of a country, Augustus actually colluded with the vampires.
This shocked and puzzled everyone present.
Their instinct was to rebuke August, however...
The lesson of Count Cody's recent actions is still fresh in everyone's mind.
August is right about one thing.
To become king, his strength must be considerable.
In fact, August is now acting strangely.
He had taken a sword strike from a fourth-tier warrior, yet he was completely unharmed.
But the next second, something even more terrifying happened.
The count whose head had fallen earlier suddenly began to writhe on the ground.
His body twisted on the ground, his legs digging into the earth, forcefully pulling his original body up.
The next second, he suddenly stood up and, like the blood slaves, began to dance wildly, making mechanical movements.
However, he did not let out a low growl.
Because this body has no head.
Upon seeing this, one of the nobles suddenly felt immense grief and indignation and shouted at the nobles present.
"Earl Cody!"
Even Earl Cody...
At that moment, everyone present was terrified.
Under Auguste, even the dead find no peace.
August was not surprised by the mood of the crowd, and his cheerful voice rang in their ears:
"This is not death, this is dedication to serving the kingdom."
"So, what are you afraid of?"
He quickly recovered from his frenzied excitement and calmly began to speak:
"Now, a large amount of gunpowder has been buried beneath the feet of all of us."
"At midnight, everything will vanish."
"At that time, all of your flesh and blood will become the food for the Queen's rebirth."
All the nobles present froze in place.
They looked at August and began to curse:
"August, you've really gone mad!"
"How dare you! How could you do this!"
He completely ignored the insults and curses from the crowd.
August smiled again and addressed Aurelion and the twelve foreign ministers beside him:
"I am truly sorry, Your Highness and all the ministers, for inviting you to a rather unfriendly banquet."
"I will send someone to escort you safely out of here before the gunpowder detonates."
Upon hearing this, they did not feel fortunate to have escaped the disaster; instead, they found August's words utterly absurd.
Their bodies trembled, and blood rushed to their faces.
One of the foreign ministers finally couldn't hold back any longer and said to August in a trembling voice:
"What...what exactly do you want to do?"
"The Grand Duke will not allow you to do this!"
August returned his gaze with a cold stare.
"To make the kingdom stronger."
"Isn't that reason enough?"
As soon as the voice fell silent, the entire room went quiet.
Soon, Auguste turned around, his gaze wandering over every corner of the room, as if he regarded all the nobles present as spectators of this chaotic ball.
August felt an extreme pleasure at the sight of their terrified expressions.
These people, who usually only showed deference to the Grand Duke, now felt immense fear towards him.
This made August even more certain that everything he had done was correct.
Auguste thoroughly enjoyed it; he was even somewhat intoxicated by the nobles' fear of him.
"As for the Grand Duke? He won't care."
August squinted and chuckled.
The more you come into contact with life and death, the further you will distance yourself from life and death.
Having long been accustomed to all life and death, Grand Duke Barlow was like an observer, a passive guardian of the kingdom.
He doesn't care about the future of the kingdom, nor does he care about the change of power within it.
He will not intervene as long as the kingdom does not perish.
Suddenly, August sensed that something was wrong.
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