Spiritual fire burned in his eyes, and his face was slashed open by eerie green patterns.
As the thick fog dissipated, the upper garment beneath the trench coat gradually became clearer, revealing emerald green spiritual flames flowing through the strong lines of his muscles.
The waist, shaped like a crack, was torn apart by the force of destruction, and scorching green flames shimmered within it, turning into glass shards that floated and leaped in the flames.
His arms were gradually slashed by the will-o'-the-wisps, and his flesh turned a ghostly green in an instant.
A bright, magical light shone between the veins, and the fingertips gradually became sharper.
At this moment, Victor also transformed into an undead state.
Its unparalleled form shocked everyone present, especially the noble lords.
This, this, this, this, this, this!?
It's one thing if Princess Aurelion can learn it.
Why is even Viktor a necromancer now?!
Even Laureen's eyes flashed with unprecedented shock.
"I see."
He said this as if suddenly realizing something.
Although the surrounding blood-red domain was constantly being squeezed by the domain of the dead, Laureen remained calm and composed.
"But, Mr. Victor, it's too late for you."
As he said this, the blood-red moon in the sky rapidly expanded, becoming even more crimson and distorted.
Priscilla, in the sky, seemed to be affected by this anomaly as well.
At this moment, her body also changed.
A look of intense pain flashed across her face.
As the blood moon expanded, Priscilla's back gradually swelled as well.
Originally, it only had one pair of wings, but now, it suddenly grew more fleshy wings.
Two pairs, three pairs.
She is undergoing a transformation at a visible speed, bathed in the blood-red moonlight.
Three pairs of blood wings—a feature possessed only by vampire princes.
It is also the most powerful and perfect symbol of the vampire clan.
At that moment, Laureen lowered her bloodshot eyes.
This should have been the moment he had been most looking forward to.
But he seemed unable to bear watching, and turned his gaze towards Viktor's direction.
"She will feed herself on the entire city of Shulbong. She will abandon her former identity and forget those painful memories of the past."
"My child will be truly reborn!"
The nobles present stared blankly at Priscilla, who was constantly transforming in the sky, alarm bells ringing in their hearts.
Fear crept onto everyone's faces.
Earl Laureen is already incredibly powerful; if a vampire prince were to appear, would they still have a chance of survival?
Thinking of this, all the nobles present were plunged into sorrow.
Even though Victor, a powerful mage, had also mastered necromancy, he was unable to save everyone in Shulbon.
Along with Shulburn, they will perish along with this territory.
The kingdom is about to become history.
Suddenly, a calm voice broke through the nobles' sorrow and entered their ears:
“I never said I was going to stop you as a necromancer.”
"I just need a piece of land."
A piece of land?
The nobles were somewhat bewildered by Victor's words.
Suddenly, a golden, undulating wheat field gradually emerged from the land that was gradually enveloped by the deep, thick fog.
Golden light gradually enveloped everyone, accompanied by a rich aura of life emanating from the loose soil.
The wheat fields were swept by the crimson light, yet not a trace of blood remained.
Instead, the golden light became incredibly bright, even dispersing the falling blood and penetrating straight into the sky.
The radiant light seemed to pierce through the blood-red clouds like tens of thousands of spears, shining into the depths of Earl Laureen's crimson eye sockets.
It caused him to feel a sharp pain.
Everyone stared in astonishment at the golden waves of wheat, frozen in place.
They seemed to feel a warm power gradually emerging.
A warm force dispelled the chill and seeped into my heart.
Once Laureen's eyes adjusted to the golden light, he saw the lush wheat field.
"This is……"
"The ears of wheat of the goddess of abundance?"
"That's right."
Viktor stood in the golden wheat field, letting the breath of life pass through his broken, ghostly body.
“Do you remember, Earl Laureen?”
The voice of the soul resounded in the vast emptiness, gradually echoing in Laureen's ears.
"This is a gift you gave me."
"Now, your reward has come."
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