Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 85 The True Form of the Vampire Clan (Part 1)

Under the setting sun, somewhere in the snow, a thick, choking cloud of smoke filled the air.

Ada did a somersault, tumbling through the air before finally landing on the ground.

"Hey, you saw the explosion just now, right? People from both sides were blown to pieces!"

"Not to mention this smoke!" Looking at the thick black fog filling the sky, she raised her exquisitely crafted curved sword, adorned with beautiful patterns, and shouted behind her in dissatisfaction:
"Can you please stop being so annoying? Can we all go home?"

A figure suddenly appeared, stirring up the surrounding smoke.

Simon Corleone, a vampire from the extreme realm, emerged from the air, his face radiating coldness.

“Very well,” he said solemnly, “but before that, one of us must fall first.”

The seemingly young vampire vanished in an instant!
Ada stamped her foot in annoyance, and her scimitar slashed out like flowing water.

The blade clashed with the claws.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Five sparks flashed through the air in one second!
"Can't you understand human language?!" Ada roared. "So what if I did a somersault on your head?!"

The secret guard gracefully twirled out, as if performing a beautiful dance, dodging the vampire's attack.

But the wind howled, and the vampires used their absolute speed advantage to catch up with Ada's dreamlike agility.

"Did it do a somersault?"

“You have just insulted the dignity of a vampire marquis.” Simon’s murderous face appeared where Ada was about to land: “You will wash away this shame with your blood.”

Ada sighed.

"So it's another obsessive person who spouts a bunch of nonsense about honor and dignity." She rubbed her neck, loosened her joints, and said helplessly, "Fine, in my experience, I have to take you down first before I can leave."

Simon's eyes flashed with anger: "Ah, it seems you have a hard time understanding this kind of obsession, woman."

"Without the dignity of the strong, without the pride of the strong, and without the perseverance of the strong—how exactly did you become a master?"

"Enough with the nonsense," Ada exhaled from beneath her cloak, tossed her scimitar into the air, and caught it nonchalantly with her other hand.

“Show your true colors, you little brat who lives on blood.”

Ada chuckled softly.

Simon's expression changed, ignoring the "little brat" the other person was referring to.

"You actually know the 'true form' of vampires?"

The seemingly young vampire count said coldly, "It seems you've encountered vampires at their peak levels before."

“Hmph, not accurate,” Ada said, raising her exquisite scimitar and confidently curling her lips into a smile.

"To explain in detail..."

"I have killed vampires who have reached the extreme realm."

Simon's pupils contracted.

Ada whistled and continued laughing:

"Still in 'true form' state."

"two."

The voice just fell.

Simon roared, his claws instantly unleashing countless afterimages, blocking Ada's every direction!

"die!"

In a battle so intense it was invisible to the naked eye, the deafening clang of metal clashing with claws filled the air!

Then it all coalesced into a tremendous noise.

"boom!"

A blinding flash of light appeared.

Ada let out a muffled groan, while Simon roared in pain.

The two figures separated in mid-air and landed on the ground.

"It's actually a blade blessed by the goddess of sunset." Simon's face turned cold as he looked at his claws, which were hissing and emitting white smoke.

It felt like it was burning.

He clenched his fists, all the blood in his body rushed to his hands, old skin peeled off, new flesh regenerated, and the injury was quickly repaired.

Simon then looked up and looked at the other side.

There, the cloak that Eda had been wearing to cover her head and face had come undone from the middle.

Her full appearance was revealed.

Simon was shocked when he saw her face clearly!
He was slightly taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.

"I knew it, how could a short-lived species have such an expert?"

"So you're not human at all."

The young vampire looked at Ada.

Looking at her firm face, smooth contours, silver pupils, almost bright white hair, and a pair of slightly swaying pointed ears.

Ada looked back at him coldly.

Simon's hands transformed back into sharp claws, comparable to divine weapons.

"You are neither short-lived nor long-lived."

He revealed a sinister smile, but inwardly he was extremely wary:

"You are immortal."

"Elves."

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In the misty jungle, a voice called to him.

That was his teacher.

“Watch out, Wyman…watch out.”

"Your power of ending is not a classic power that has withstood the test of time—it is a product of modern times, less than a century old."

"After an unfortunate rebellion, the Tower of the End has a new enemy."

"The inheritors realized that to fight this enemy, we must innovate our power, innovate our swordsmanship which originated from the North, developed from the knightly tradition, and incorporated the fighting styles of the Nida, Red Earth, and Far East tribes, finally culminating in the final battle—the power of the final battle."

"Thus, over the past century, through the tireless research of generations of inheritors, a new kind of power of destruction has emerged."

"The power you possess is a product of this innovation..."

"Compared to the melting of glaciers, the sorrow of sword washing, the brilliance of stars, and the symphony of celestial horses, these renowned end-of-life powers that have been passed down for thousands of years are far from perfect—what they will bring to their owners is also unknown."

"But as the 'Sword Saint' of the Far East said seven hundred years ago: even with ten thousand variations, it cannot be separated from the essence of the sword..."

"Your power is the same."

Wyatt Cassel suddenly opened his eyes!

He instinctively struggled to his feet from the snow.

With blood streaming from his forehead, he stared at the billowing smoke and the indistinct bushes, shaking his dizzy head vigorously.

Not far from him, a figure rose from the snow and swiftly pounced on him!
Wyman instinctively reached for the single-edged sword at his side, turned around and swung his sword, forcefully parrying a sharp claw!
"Clang!" The sword and claws clashed, sparks flying. Under the enormous impact, Wyman gritted his teeth and staggered back several steps, using all his strength to maintain his balance.

"As a short-lived species, you are very strong."

The male vampire opposite, whose armor was tattered, grinned, and his left hand began to transform into a claw: "But we are not the cowardly vampires of the Western Continent."

He disappeared from sight as soon as he finished speaking.

Wyatt's pupils contracted as he recalled Putila's warning. He suppressed the urge to dodge and anticipated the opponent's next attack.

I need to anticipate my opponent's position and determine where to attack in a way that will be most lethal and difficult to defend against.
If he really attacks from this position, how should I respond?
"Truly rare," a vampire's triumphant laughter echoed from the void:

"At this age, with such skill and the power to end things—you are one of the 'seeds' of the Tower of Ending, aren't you?"

Wyman's heart skipped a beat.

The vampire's claws emerged from the left side of his throat.

felt it!

Wyatt, who was prepared, swung his straight-bladed sword at a perfect angle without hesitation.

He severed the vampire's arms.

It worked!
But just as Wyman was feeling elated, he suddenly felt a sharp chill running from his left shoulder to his left chest.

"laugh!"

Wyatt staggered back three steps in disbelief, a sharp pain shooting through his left side!
impossible.

Wyman gritted his teeth, looking at the large amount of blood from his left shoulder to his left rib, and the deep scratches that exposed the bone.

I clearly struck his arm!

Wyman felt dizzy and staggered back a step, grabbing a birch tree with his left hand, but the movement aggravated the wound on his left side, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

“Not bad, but didn’t that short-lived vampire next to you teach you something?” The vampire’s figure reappeared in front of him, licking the blood dripping from his right claw, and chuckled, “Vampires above the Super Rank all have their own special abilities.”

"What... as a 'seed' of the Tower of Endings, aren't you prepared to face the abilities of the vampires?"

Special abilities?
Wyatt looked at the other person's intact arms and sighed: Damn vampire.

So, can you ignore my slash?
"Do you want to know my abilities?" The vampire looked at the panting Wyman and confidently curled the corners of his mouth.

Wyman frowned.

What kind of ability is it exactly?
"Then I'll tell you... hahahaha..."

The vampire, having only finished speaking, suddenly burst into joyful laughter:
"...How could I possibly tell you!"

"Do you think I'm the villain from a chivalric romance novel? All that nonsense, and you're already explaining my fighting style to me..."

But before the word "battle" could be finished, the vampire's claws were already upon them once more!
Damn!

He said all that to distract me!

"Sizzle!"

Wyman roared and swung his sword, but because he was too slow to start, the vampire tore open a huge wound in his back!

Wyman was panting heavily. He aimed his sword at the vampire's head, but only managed to cut through the air.

What exactly is his ability?
Why can you ignore my sword strikes!

"The final blow," the vampire revealed himself again, coldly stating, "Next time will be the final blow."

Feeling the excruciating pain in his body, Wyman struggled to close his eyes.

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Aren't you going back to check on things?

Chris ripped off a piece of tattered clothing, revealing a gaunt, lifeless appearance with bulging muscles that seemed completely out of place. He looked at the billowing smoke and coldly addressed Hesta before him.

“No need. The alchemical sphere, which mainly uses smoke and light,” Hesta replied intently, removing the shattered left shoulder armor from the recent battle.
"It's obvious what kind of trick your master is playing now."

"But I have great confidence in His Majesty."

“I’m more worried about you, old friend.” Hesta stepped forward and looked at Chris.

“It’s an honor.” Chris stepped forward without backing down.

The two stood facing each other.

After a few seconds.

"Do you remember the first time we faced the enemy?" Hesta said with emotion.

“Of course, how could I forget?” Chris replied coldly.

“Yes, back then, you were just a legion lieutenant of the Ultimate Empire, Kristamur Linka.” Hesta took a deep breath: “And I was just a minor chieftain of the Kiseri tribe, Hesta Chura.”

"You stand on that side, and I stand on this side, charging towards each other for some inexplicable reason, disregarding life and death, in a desperate charge."

"It's truly something to reminisce about," Hesta remarked.

"Miss you?"

Chris shook his head and snorted coldly:
"I cannot agree."

“Those nightmarish years... changed everyone, including you and me, including Your Majesty.”

Hesta knew that the "Your Majesty" Chris was referring to was neither Cortrina nor Serena.

It was that huge and terrifying black shadow beneath Nightwing.

He looked up, and their eyes met.

“But those years were ultimately meaningful.” Hesta sighed.

"Those years... in the final battle."

The next moment, the two of them simultaneously opened their ferocious fangs and roared!

As the flesh swells, it changes color, deforms, and—spoils!
Huge bat wings, with sharp bone spikes, pierced through the skin on their backs.

It unfolds suddenly!

Patches of skin peeled off, revealing hardened, dark skin beneath the skin.

The two quickly transformed—no, they "grew" out.

High-set ears.

Its mouth and nose are grotesque.

His eyes were bloodshot.

Its fangs are terrifying.

Joints become thorny.

The claws are sharp.

Two vampires from the extreme realms, having lived through countless ages, transformed into legendary terrifying monsters, their bat wings outstretched, roaring as they pounced on each other.

My parents are forcing me to go on blind dates... I'm going crazy!
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