Then, Laureen opened her twisted maw, as if sucking up all the power that had been drawn from Priscilla's body.
At that moment, the crimson aura, like a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, pulled the originally chaotic crimson hurricane straight into the giant maw, causing it to vibrate in the sky.
Everyone present watched helplessly as the blood-red storm gradually subsided.
The thick blood mist seemed to be drawn in, gathering into a huge, dark blood sphere that hovered high in the sky.
The surrounding space seemed to be torn apart and constantly distorted by this terrifying force.
At the same time, strange power leaked out from the crack, cascading into the giant mouth like a waterfall and flowing into the enormous blood sphere in front.
Seeing the strange phenomenon before them, the nobles all felt a sense of foreboding rising in their hearts.
Even in their undead state, their hearts felt as if they were being gripped tightly by demons, their tension reaching its peak.
What on earth is Earl Laureen doing?!
Is he going to kill everyone present at all costs?!
Even his daughter, are they going to be eliminated along with her?
Everyone's heart was filled with doubt.
Does Laureen really want to resurrect his daughter?
Or is she merely seen as a vessel for supplying blood?
But at this moment, no one had time to think further.
Faced with the terrifying, towering sphere of blood, Viktor's body overflowed with dense magical power.
The patterns rapidly emerged from the space, quickly forming a vast and intricate array behind him.
Hundreds of runes and six-pointed stars overlapped, forming a formation at its center, releasing a magical power powerful enough to shake the heavens and the earth.
Buzz—Buzz—Buzz—
The magic circle behind Victor erupted once more, emitting an even brighter light than before.
He raised his head, looked up at the sky, stared at Priscilla beneath the blood-red full moon, and called out to the heavens:
"Priscilla!"
"If you don't come out now, your mother will be beyond saving!"
The moment he finished speaking, a ball of eerie green flame leaped from Victor's body, transforming into a slender green streak that shot into the sky.
The figure of a girl slowly emerged from the flames.
That's Priscilla.
She was dressed in a jet-black gown, and her pale skin could still be vaguely discerned even when shrouded in will-o'-the-wisps.
The slender figure floated into the sky, illuminated by the will-o'-the-wisps.
The nobles, recognizing the familiar faces, exclaimed in surprise:
"Priscilla!?"
"That...that's Earl Laureen's deceased daughter, isn't it!?"
If this soul is Priscilla, then who is the person in the sky who possesses Priscilla's body?
Priscilla's body was surrounded by fiercely burning eerie green flames, which lingered in front of the bloodline being who was about to complete his transformation.
Her body floated in the air like an illusion, her long black dress billowing in the air.
But beneath her clothes, all was empty.
She floated before the Bloodline, gazing at the hideous monster before her with unwavering determination.
"Father, please don't let this continue."
Priscilla, looking at the suffering bloodline behind her, shouted:
"Are you trying to kill my mother completely?!"
Hearing Priscilla's call from high above, all the nobles present were stunned.
They stared intently at the sky with empty, foolish eyes.
What is it?
How did this get involved with Priscilla's mother?
However, Count Laurean's enormous eyes were fixed on the tiny Priscilla.
A deep, resonant roar began to echo in the surrounding world:
"And what do you understand?"
Prissis looked into those blood-red pupils, and a hint of fear instinctively showed on his face.
But after a few seconds, she still stared at Laureen with a determined look, as if she had made up her mind to accept the final outcome.
"Then let me sacrifice myself."
"All the blame lies with me, so I will die in my mother's place!"
“Father, I will stop you.”
Count Laureen's pupils widened suddenly, and his blood-red eyes seemed to turn extremely crazed.
Blood vessels quickly filled his enormous pupils, as if he had gone mad to the extreme.
"good!"
"Since you want to save her, then I'll give you that chance!"
The moment the words fell, behind Priscilla, the bloodline about to explode slowly reached out its hand.
The crimson gaze was extremely eerie, as if it wanted to completely devour Priscilla.
But when faced with that gaze, Priscilla was surprisingly fearless.
She was fully prepared.
Then, the Bloodline suddenly grabbed Priscilla's shoulders.
In an instant, Priscilla felt her soul under immense pressure, completely bound high in the sky.
She felt her soul being gradually devoured.
In this way, could she die in place of her mother?
But as she felt her consciousness fading and her body sinking completely beneath the still lake water,
Suddenly, Priscilla's fierce, scarlet eyes softened considerably.
His fierce crimson eyes seemed to dim slightly as he gently pulled Priscilla into his arms.
Several voices of the soul echoed quietly in her heart.
'Priscilla.'
'My child.'
Priscilla's eyes widened suddenly, but her soul was frozen and she could do nothing.
He couldn't even utter a single word.
Suddenly, it was as if the blood was reversed.
Priscilla's body, which was on the verge of exploding, was re-infused with a large amount of blood energy under the blood moon.
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