Chapter 256: Field!

The moment the words fell, a drop of blood dripped from Roxelle's fingertips, gently hitting the ground, and turned into a deep red ripple.

At the same time, the purple flames on Zakro's body suddenly surged, and the strong wind blew up ashes all over the sky. The twisted flames condensed into a huge demon phantom behind him, as if reality itself was twisted in fear.

The air froze at this moment, darkness and blood intertwined, as if time itself was holding its breath for this battle.

Zakro moved first.

His palms suddenly opened, purple flames gushed out from the ground, and countless purple flame spears shot straight towards Roxe with a sharp roar.

Each of those spears of fire carried a terrible energy of fear. The air they passed through was distorted, and the rocks on the ground were instantly turned into black dust, as if everything that touched the flames would be completely destroyed.

"Go to hell!" Zakro's voice was filled with anger and pain.

Roxe's eyes darkened, but he didn't move. He just raised his hand, and a scarlet blood mist spread out from his palm, floating in the air like some kind of ghost.

The blood mist condensed in front of him and turned into a crystal clear blood crystal barrier.

The purple flame spear hit the barrier, the flames roared, and the blood-colored barrier trembled slightly, but it did not move at all.

"This little flame can't hurt me."

Roxe's voice was gentle and elegant. He waved his hand lightly, and the blood crystal barrier instantly turned into tiny blood threads that drifted away.

The blood did not disappear.

As he clenched his hand, the thousands of fine threads suddenly came to life, forming hungry beasts in the air, pouncing on Zakro like hungry wolves! Seeing the sudden change in moves, Zakro's face suddenly changed. He raised his hand suddenly, and a huge purple flame condensed in his palm, smashing forward.

"Fear Molten Stream!" Zakro roared, with madness in his voice.

The purple flames swept out like a violent torrent, and the flames were accompanied by countless mournful whispers, as if countless souls were wailing in them. The energy of fear spread along with the flames, and the entire battlefield was distorted in an instant. The air seemed to be compressed to the limit, and the ground began to crack, with gravel flying everywhere!

However, the blood mist seemed to be unaffected and continued to spread towards Zakro, passing through the purple flames as if there was no obstruction.

Zakro's heart sank.

Obviously! Roxay's ability is not just as simple as defense! Just as he expected, a terrifying energy was brewing in the blood mist, devouring everything that blocked it, like an endless abyss!

Zakro's pupils contracted violently. He could feel that power ruthlessly devouring his fear energy.

Unwilling to sit and wait for death, he let out a low growl from his throat, reached out and tore at his arm, dark purple blood gushed out and dripped into the burning flames.

"Sacrifice of fear - the devil is coming!" Zakro's voice was filled with madness and despair, "Die!!!"

The shadow on the ground suddenly began to twist and wriggle, as if the darkness had come alive!

Immediately afterwards, a huge purple claw emerged from the depths of the flames, carrying the power of corruption and destruction, and smashed towards Roxell!

The surface of the claw was covered with hideous warts and emitted a disgusting odor. Even just looking at it was enough to make one's SAN value drop wildly.

But that's only for ordinary people.

Roxay raised his head slightly, his face still calm, as if everything in front of him was unimportant.

He uttered a few short syllables softly, his voice was understated yet weighed a thousand pounds!

"Blood boundary expansion."

The blood mist instantly condensed into countless blood-red whips, madly wrapping around the huge claw! The whip was like a roaring thorn, twisting and shrinking, trying to crush the claw, and the spikes penetrated deep into it! Zakro's pupils suddenly shrank, watching in disbelief that his fear energy was being absorbed by Roxel.

"This is impossible..." He clenched his teeth, his voice half shocked and angry, half in disbelief.

He knew Roxelle's strength.

Although this guy is indeed a master-level master, his strength should be very exaggerated, just like his two grandsons... They are just vases suppressed by their fathers and strong on the outside but weak on the inside!

Looking back at himself, he was not only a general who had fought on the battlefield, but also the real head of the Dragun family! Whether in terms of wisdom or bravery, he was confident that he would never lose!

Even against Caesar Colin, he was not without the strength to fight, so how could he be so closely matched with a junior? !

Zakro's analysis is actually not without reason. The level of supernatural power in this world does not mean absolute strength or weakness, just like the test scores of the Demon King Academy, which is only one of the indicators to measure strength or weakness.

However, this guy eventually forgot that the last time he fought on the battlefield was more than a hundred years ago, and a hundred years of changes were enough to change too many things, both for others and himself.

It was true that Roxel was a weak heir, and his indecisive character did not make him favored by many nobles, but overshadowing him was Caesar Colin, the most powerful military minister in the six-member cabinet, a vampire prince at his peak, and a living legend that the Colin family was proud of! Still had the strength to fight Caesar? Anyway, Caesar obviously didn't know about this.

Unable to accept this cruel reality, Zakro let out an angry roar.

He clenched his fists tightly and purple flames erupted wildly around him, trying to release more energy of fear and break through the shackles of the blood realm.

However, Roxel just slowly raised his right hand, and the blood mist in his palm condensed into a crystal clear blood crystal sword, and then swung it down cleanly! "Break."

The blood blade flashed, and the purple flame claws shattered, turning into countless fragments and flying around! Zakro's body shook violently, and his chest was hit by a powerful force. He flew out like a kite with a broken string, and hit the wall of the ruins heavily.

"boom!!"

The wall collapsed with a loud bang, and the rubble flew everywhere, burying him completely in the dust! The dust was agitated and filled the entire street, as miserable as if it had been washed by a bomb.

Roxet frowned slightly.

Because he won so easily, it was hard for him not to wonder if this guy had some trick up his sleeve, so he stopped moving forward.

But when he saw Zakro struggling to get up from the rubble, breathing heavily, he couldn't help but doubt his intuition.

Am I being too cautious?

At this moment, Zakro's face was terribly pale, with cold sweat oozing from his forehead. His palms were tightly grasping the ground, and his nails were deeply embedded in the charred earth. The purple flames wrapped around him were no longer as violent as before, and sometimes bright and sometimes dimmed. It looked very weak, almost at the point of running out of energy.

It’s obvious—

I am no match for this guy at all!

This cruel truth was like a sharp dagger, piercing Zakro's heart fiercely, leaving no room for any doubt.

He adjusted his breathing and slowly stood up from the ruins, his eyes filled with fear and despair, as well as resentment and anger.

All kinds of complicated emotions intertwined together and suddenly turned into crazy laughter, bursting out from his chest.

“Haha…hahahaha…! Very good! You are very powerful, worthy of being the next head of the Colin family, but—I’m afraid you haven’t comprehended the power of the domain yet!”

"Oh?" Roxel raised his eyebrows noncommittally, looked at him with interest and said, "You have understood it again?"

"To be honest... Although I have neglected my cultivation, I have never stopped studying the power of rules in the past 100 years. Haha, if old people like us don't have some experience, we will be outdone by you young people."

Zakro had a sick smile on his face, coughed, and bright red blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he continued miserably.

"Since you want to see it so much... then I'll let you take a look at my real trump card."

Rules are the domain of the gods.

Mortals cannot reach it in their lifetime! Only demigods can create limited rules in a small world, and this limited range of rules is the power of the domain!

As soon as he finished speaking, the air around him suddenly became sinister, and purple flames wrapped around his body and kept flowing, as if summoning some terrible power!

There was a hint of deep thought in Roxay's expression, and his serious look seemed to have a bit more seriousness.

However, he still did not act rashly, but quietly observed the flow of magic power and analyzed its changes.

In this regard, Roxel felt that Luo Yan was very similar to himself. He was better at using his brain than suppressing his opponent with force, and would never attack without absolute certainty. On the contrary, Vivian was more like his father, Caesar Colin. He preferred to rush forward in one go rather than think carefully, which was not like himself at all.

Of course, emotionally the two children seem to be the opposite.

Roxel always felt that her son was too popular with the opposite sex, just like her father when he was young, while Vivian was even more extreme in terms of feelings. Her arrogant personality and violent temper had reached the point where everyone was afraid of her, so she had only recently become a little more sensible and knew how to restrain herself.

Speaking of this matter, he was quite grateful to Luo Yan for not taking out his hatred towards him on her, but instead moving her with love.

In the moment when he was distracted, Zakro seemed to have finally completed his preparations.

The increasingly thick purple flame gradually turned into a dark brown, gushing out from his ever-expanding body and instantly covering the entire ruins!

I saw him suddenly press his palm on the ground, a sinister and terrifying wave spread out, black runes emerged from his fingertips, and the light condensed into barrier patterns in the air, which quickly spread to the entire battlefield along his outstretched wings!

"Altar of Release of Fear—Descend!"

"In my kingdom!!!"

Boom! Purple flames instantly swept across the entire night sky of Black Wind Castle. Amid the ruins of the Goblin community, dark totems rose from the ground, twisted flames burned in the void, and the surrounding air seemed to become heavy, with a heart-pounding whisper echoing endlessly.

The residents of Black Wind Castle felt an invisible chill, which was a fear from the depths of their souls.

The goblins hiding in the ruins, the workers fleeing in fear, and even the players watching the battle from afar, all were enveloped by a strange mental pressure. The fear in their hearts seemed to be infinitely magnified, eroding their sanity!

A hell dwarf craftsman who was watching the battle suddenly became unfocused, his legs went weak, and he fell to his knees tremblingly.

He looked at the purple flames burning all around him, his eyes filled with uncontrollable fear. He muttered to himself, and suddenly screamed loudly.

“No… don’t come over here… ahhhhh!!!”

Not just him!

The surrounding civilians, low-level soldiers, and even some weak-willed players all felt their heartbeats accelerate violently and their hairs stand on end. It seemed that once they fell into this fear, they would never be able to break free! Feeling the fear that penetrated the soul directly through the device, [Dragon Travels Thousands of Miles] couldn't help but let out a carefree dragon roar.

"Shit...what's going on? It feels a bit good."

Long Xing Baili: "???"

Long Xing Qianli: “……?”

Zakro stood at the center of the altar of fear, his aura rising wildly, and his embarrassed expression became fierce again.

“Hahahaha… see? This is power, true fear!” His voice echoed like a ghost, as if blowing a horn of victory. “Residents of Black Wind Castle, be afraid! Tremble! Give me your fear, and I will use it to reshape my power!”

The wounds on his body were healing rapidly, and his declining aura was becoming stronger again! At this moment, he seemed to be standing on an altar formed by the fear of countless people, absorbing the panic of the unknown and the trembling of death, and transforming them into the purest dark energy! Roxe watched all this quietly, with a slight smile on his face.

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“Not a bad move.”

but--

“It’s a little rough.”

He commented softly and then held out his hand.

A drop of blood condensed from his fingertips, and thousands of silk threads flew out, floating in the air, weaving into a huge blood-colored net.

The air around suddenly changed.

Black and white faded from the sky and earth, leaving only scarlet blood!

"The Blood Temple—"

"open!"

…

As soon as the words fell, the temperature on the battlefield suddenly dropped, and a strong bloody energy swept over Zakro's altar of fear like a tide.

The scarlet light instantly covered the entire battlefield, and the sky seemed to be dyed crimson, like a palace rising from the ground, swallowing up the sloppy ceremony! The purple flames that originally enveloped the Goblin community began to wither horribly under the cover of the Blood Temple. Those flames burning with fear energy seemed to be drained of vitality the moment they came into contact with blood, quickly faded and withered, and finally turned into pools of bright red liquid, which eventually became nutrients for the continued growth of the Blood Temple.

Looking around, Zakro's expression changed from ecstasy to incredible shock.

“What the hell is this?!!”

He turned around suddenly, his eyes fixed on the bloody temple, and saw Roxelle standing in the center of the temple.

The blood mist rolled under his feet, like an endless abyss wriggling.

This guy has also awakened his domain power? !

How is this possible? ! Could it be that——

He has already broken through the bottleneck of the Grandmaster? !

But how is this possible?! If the Grandmaster's soul level is something that can be achieved by nature, then going further requires some chance and coincidence.

For example, the choice of the devil, or specific rituals or artifacts, the situation of each family is different.

Take the Colin family as an example. Only by inheriting the prince title of the Colin Principality can one become the only vampire prince in the entire hell. Once one gives up the prince title and enters the Senate as an elder, his strength will decay to the state before inheriting the title within ten or dozens of years. Generally speaking, it is a master, but occasionally it can be amethyst. After all, the soul level is something that only gods can see, and mortals can only rely on their intuition to guess.

Or they could become a lich and devour other people's souls with evil rituals. Or they could become the chosen one of the devil and break through their own limits with other means other than titles... But generally speaking, the devil would not assign the status of the chosen one to the members of the Colin family. After all, their surnames were already a legend, and the devil had no reason to give them more historical missions, unless the devil wanted to replace himself.

It is for this reason that it is almost impossible for two demigods to appear in one family, unless it is an extreme coincidence, such as coinciding with a transfer of power or a special historical cycle.

However, looking at Roxay's domain, Zakro was so stunned that he was speechless for a moment.

No mistake——

That was clearly the power of the domain! Zakro's heart was beating violently.

He could feel that what enveloped this space was not just a thick bloody fog, but a purgatory that was constantly draining life and blood!

Roxe's Blood Temple not only devoured his Altar of Fear, but also, in an incredible way, deprived him of the fear energy he had just absorbed, extracted it from his body, and transformed it into its own power!

"I guess you're wondering if I've made another breakthrough...right?" As if seeing through his thoughts, Roxel chuckled and said, "It's actually not that mysterious. The Dragun family is not the only one that studies the power of rules. We also have our own research, and it has been 'inherited' from generation to generation along our bloodline, instead of just holding it in our hands...Of course, I'm not laughing at you."

Even so, there was obvious sarcasm in his voice.

Zakro's face was extremely ugly. He gritted his teeth, and his voice finally contained complete fear.

"You...you...what kind of monsters are you?"

Roxay didn't answer, he just walked towards Zakro quietly.

With every step he took, the blood mist grew thicker, suppressing Zakro's purple flame and swallowing up all his escape routes.

The mark of the Blood Temple had already been planted deep in Zakro's blood vessels, like a skinny hand grasping his heart.

In Roxel's eyes, Zakro was no different from a dead man - even if he knew nothing about it! Looking at Roxel who was pressing forward step by step, Zakro's breathing became rapid, his chest rose and fell violently, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

He has used all his cards, but in the end this is the result!

This was probably the first time in his life that he felt the powerlessness of being unable to defeat his opponent, and the fear of being completely trapped in despair.

Even though he had fought bravely on the front lines as a general of the Red Flame Army, no one had ever pushed him to this point...

No matter what, he must get out of here!

Zakro's pupils shrank slightly, his eyes flickered wildly, and a thought suddenly emerged in his mind -

Luo Yan!

That guy is still in the lord's mansion!

If he could kidnap Luo Yan, he might be able to counter Roxelles and even force him to give up the pursuit!

Not only can he escape, but he can also seize the secret of the gods from that kid! Even at the critical juncture of his life, Zak Luo still did not give up his dream of becoming a god. The secret in Luo Yan's hands was like a stamp on his soul! Even now, he still had no doubts! Roxay frowned slightly.

He smelled something bad from Zakro, but he couldn't tell what it was.

Just as he was thinking about it, Zakro's eyes suddenly became fierce, and the purple flames around him suddenly burst out, preparing to launch a final attack towards Roxelles.

At the moment when Roxel waved his hand to summon a blood-red shield to block, the flame bomb, which was already at the end of its strength, quickly disintegrated into sparks all over the sky! That was just his feint! After a feint, Zakro showed a triumphant expression, and his legs suddenly exerted force, and his body rushed to the side like an arrow from a bow, trying to escape from this area of ​​death, and then ran straight towards the direction of the lord's mansion.

However, he did not notice that Roxel, who was standing in the Temple of Blood, had a cold smile on his face.

"Have you finally figured it out?"

He had guessed that Zakro would not fight the glorious duel to the end. After all, the guy never picked up his gloves from beginning to end.

However, this is exactly what he expected.

It was beyond his expectation that Vivian gave the First Embrace to Luo Yan, but if that was true, Luo Yan's soul level should be much higher than before. Even if it couldn't reach diamond, it could reach gold or even platinum level.

Killing Elder Zakro was enough to allow him to complete a promotion! From silver to gold! This was another secret discovered by the Colin family, although it was not necessarily discovered by the Colin family alone.

That is, if the killing is done by hand, even if the soul of the opponent is not fused through the ritual of the dead, a small amount of extraordinary power can still be absorbed from the opponent! The greater the difference in strength between the two sides, the more the weaker one will absorb! The strength of the gold level is enough for a lord active in the border area. Most demons are at this level when they are in their early twenties.

As long as he doesn't act too arrogantly and attract true heroes or the empire's regular army, basically no one can threaten his safety.

Not being able to give Tiffany's child any identity has always been a thorn in Roxe's heart. He has lived in self-blame every day for the past 20 years... Now he finally has the opportunity to give a little compensation to the child he owes the most.

"Just let you kill him yourself." A gentle smile appeared on Roxay's lips.

The night wind blew through the burning ruins, and the Blood Temple slowly disappeared.

He followed the direction in which Zakro fled, following him slowly.

At the same time, everyone in the lord's mansion looked at Elder Zakro, who was rushing towards them, as if they were facing a formidable enemy...

(End of this chapter)