Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 86 The True Form of the Vampire Clan (Part 2)

To the vampires' surprise, Wyman closed his eyes tightly.

Is this just waiting to die?
It seems there's no way to know his abilities—the young attendant sighed silently.

There is only one solution left.

"Don't always focus on the other side's weaknesses, Wyman. That's what military commanders do." The teacher's words echoed in his ears.

Wyatt enduring the pain, he twisted the single-edged sword in his right hand, changing his grip to reverse.

"More importantly, focus on what you have the best at."

Wyman's breathing gradually stabilized, and sharp, thread-like forces gathered in his right arm.

His pores, stimulated by such a finishing force, immediately bristled like sharp spikes.

"The greatest swordsmen in history were all self-centered, with only their own sword in their eyes."

In an instant, the vampire felt a slight stinging sensation as he stared into Wyman's eyes, as if he were staring into a sharp blade.

Is this... the power of termination?
The vampire's expression changed drastically.

We must wait until he gains momentum...

Kill him.

"Unleash your ultimate sword strike—this is far more important than victory or defeat, far more important than life or death!" In my memory, my teacher said with a smile.

Wyatt took a deep breath, as if practicing countless times in the tower, and the power of termination swept over his entire body like a blade.

He saw it.

In the midst of unbearable pain, he saw the sharp sword intent emanating from the heavens and earth, and how it responded to him.

That was the enemy's murderous intent.

Like a beam of light in the darkness.

So dazzling.

He saw it.

The vampire roared and lunged forward, its claws growing larger and larger!
Die, you short-lived sword-wielding bastard!

You no longer have the chance to use your finishing power.

"Wyman, I understand your power of ending."

Regardless of what the other party does.

No matter how powerful the enemy.

Ignore victory or defeat.

"It's a power that teeters on the edge of madness." I remember the teacher sighing back then.

All I need to do is ensure my strongest strike.

“There’s also a rather unlucky name…” She picked up her sword and carved a few words.

The vampire grinned menacingly and instantly attacked him.

ended.

"A blade that cannot be returned," the teacher said forlornly.

Wyman suddenly opened his eyes.

The sword in his hand had already been drawn.

Once the sword is drawn, it is never to return.

Incomparably sharp.

"Pfft!"

Blood spurts.

Wyman collapsed to his knees in agony!
The vampire tore Wyman's clothes off his right shoulder, and they fell to the ground.

The vampire looked at his own hand with a puzzled expression.

They didn't kill him?

Why...did it go off-center?
But he soon found out the answer.

The vampire shuddered and looked closely at his arms, where a line of blood appeared.

No.

This is impossible.

With my abilities...

He can't possibly hit me!

"thump!"

His arms, from the upper arms down, fell smoothly to the ground.

The vampire gaped in shock.

This level of...sharpness?

He looked up at the single-edged sword.

They're just ordinary swords.

why?
Then, at the same level as the vampire's upper arm, a line of blood appeared on his chest.

"Boom!"

A dull thud.

His upper body detached from his torso and fell down.

The cut is smooth.

Why—the vampire thought desperately, wanting to exhale and roar.

But he could no longer speak.

A black heart, characteristic of vampires, was divided into two parts, which weakly beat twice in the upper and lower halves of the body.

Then, the two torsos, along with the vampire's unseeing expression, turned black, shrank, and withered.

"I'm sorry." Wyatt Caso, who had survived the ordeal, gasped for breath as he spoke to the corpse, "I am not a 'seed' of the Tower of the End... at least not a 'seed' in the traditional sense."

That was close!

It actually has the ability to reverse the refraction of light locally.

Wyatt sighed: No wonder I couldn't kill him—because the parts I aimed at were just partial illusions he was projecting.

It's like a novice who clearly aims for the fish but can't seem to catch it.

Footsteps sounded behind me!

Wyatt gritted his teeth, cautiously turned around with his sword in hand.

Putila, supporting the blood-soaked Jorah, followed by three private soldiers from the Stars, staggered out of the bushes.

"Have you seen His Highness?" Putila asked, frowning.

“I have the same problem.” Wyman breathed a sigh of relief, slowly sat down, enduring the excruciating pain, and used the wilderness survival techniques he had learned in Tali to stop the bleeding, while struggling to say, “We have to find him right away!”

"We need to prepare for the worst."

Several private soldiers took Jora from them. Putila patted the snow off his clothes, straightened his collar, pondered for a moment, and looked at the setting sun, saying:
"The prince is in danger, and we only have these people left."

"It's dusk now, and the smoke from the alchemy orb is too thick for us to pinpoint the prince's location."

“My Lord,” Jorah struggled to say, “put me down and go find His Highness…”

“I have a younger sister who works as a secretary in the West City Police Department… If I die…”

“You won’t die! At least not here!” Putila interrupted him rudely.

The experienced deputy envoy in the delegation, after a moment's thought, had already made a decision.

"We are completely powerless to do anything against such an enemy!"

"Fortunately, the Broken Dragon Fortress is not far from here."

“Our carriages were startled by the explosion and got separated,” Putilai said, raising his head to look at the three private soldiers, his eyes resolute.
"The three of you, split into three different directions and follow the tracks to find each carriage. Once you find them, don't hesitate. If you have carrier ravens, release them to Broken Dragon Fortress and send a top-secret, seventh-level urgent report."

"Then untie the reins and gallop to the fortress as fast as you can to ask for help!"

"For the prince's safety, the mission comes first. If we encounter vampires, we should avoid them if possible!"

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"So you're finally ready to reveal your trump card?" Ada laughed nonchalantly, shaking her pointed ears.

Simon, on the other side, gritted his teeth and took off his fancy coat.

“Underestimating your opponent is the first step to your death,” he said coldly, “especially when you’re facing an immortal like yourself.”

“Judging from your skin color,” Simon’s face suddenly revealed the shape of his veins, “are you a Holy Elf, a White Elf, or perhaps a High Elf from the Eastern Continent?”

The veins on his face became increasingly dense, redder, and darker.

Immediately afterwards, Simon began to swell and deform, growing seven or eight inches taller.

The fair skin peeled off and turned gray, revealing hard, grayish-black keratin.

Simon screamed in agony, as if he were being tortured.

Bone spurs sprouted from his shoulders, and dark gray bone wings pierced through his back, extending into a pair of giant wings.

His hair grew thicker, stiffer, and whiter.

Compared to Hesta and Chris, Simon's face didn't become too ferocious and terrifying; instead, with his bat ears, he possessed an eerie beauty.

Simon, now in his "true form," coldly spread his wings and claws, his greyish-white eyes fixed on Ada.

"The brief true form state activated by source blood can greatly enhance a vampire's physical attributes, including endurance, recovery, regeneration, agility, senses, strength, and even their instinctive understanding of combat, as well as the unique abilities of each vampire." Ada sighed.

"I just never expected it would make you handsome."

"It shows how ugly you were before."

Eda had barely finished speaking.

The real Simon's wings trembled.

He appeared before the elf in an instant, moving at a speed that surpassed almost all sensory perception.

"boom!"

First came a tearing sound that almost shattered eardrums!

"clang!"

A tremendous, sharp sound suddenly appeared out of nowhere!

The thick, powerful, dark gray claws tore through Ada's blade, creating intense sparks.

Ada was sent flying by his claw!
The enormous gust of wind caused by Simon's rapid movement brought him to his belated arrival.

The elf landed on the snow a dozen meters away, rolled several times, and finally crashed into a tree and stopped.

"Nonsense won't make you stronger." Real Simon spoke in an even deeper and hoarser voice, coldly staring at the elf lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance.

The next moment, Simon once again took a step that caused a sonic boom, and instantly rushed to Ada's top.

He slashed down with his claw, piercing through Ada's body!

"Speed, speed, and speed," True Type Saimon said expressionlessly. "That's all I have, and my only ability."

Before Istrom Corleone reached his peak and transformed into his true form, no one in the entire Night Kingdom could match his speed, which surpassed the speed of sound.

Even His Majesty Lanley couldn't do it.

But Simon's expression immediately changed, and with a grim look, he raised his enormous claws and lifted Ada's cloak, along with a branch inside.

He realized something, spun around instantly, and burst into a burst of speed, creating a huge gust of wind!

But in the instant he turned around, a delicate elven scimitar pierced straight into his left chest.

It looked as if Simon himself had offered his chest to the blade.

Simon stared in disbelief at the scimitar piercing his heart through his chest, and at the petite and pretty elf in front of him, whose skin was mostly exposed and who was only wearing exquisite crystal armor.

“I don’t understand.” The real Simon sighed.

"There is only one thing that can defeat speed."

Ada drew her scimitar with a cool air and turned around with a flourish:

"That's an impeccable prediction."

Simon knelt down.

“No,” Simon said, his body returning to normal, his face ashen. “Impossible.”

There is no such thing as a perfect prediction in the world.

Simon stared intently at her.

Ada looked back at him for a long time.

Finally, after a moment of eye contact, the elf sighed and gave up.

"It's not easy to show off like this."

"Don't expose me so quickly."

"Yes, I have absolutely no ability to predict."

"Including my previous dodges, it wasn't because I was particularly agile..."

Ada pouted and said unhappily:

"It's about 100% certainty about your next move."

Simon was startled.

Next operation...

100%...

How did you do it?
But he could only open his mouth before collapsing to the ground, powerless.

Ada pulled up her cloak, her expression suddenly changing drastically. She slapped her forehead, as if she had remembered something.

Her face was contorted with grief, her brows furrowed, and she murmured, "Am I supposed to... protect that kid?"

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A patricide?
Thales stared blankly at Serena.

The second prince recalled what she had said when they first met:
My crybaby sister illegally seized the ship's power that I inherited from my father, Lord Nightwing, and usurped the Blood Sea Throne...

No.

So to say.

"Can someone explain the whole story to me?" Thales sighed, looking at the pair of vampire sisters in front of him.

“I knew it,” he said bitterly. “Her Majesty the Queen of a nation would not risk her life to pursue a few political refugees without a reason.”

More importantly, the so-called allies...

“Look,” Serena said with a light smile, interrupting his thoughts, and waved to Lorana.

Lorana casually tossed Thales onto the black coffin.

Thales fell headfirst into the stone coffin in agony.

“That’s not all, dear Thales,” Serena said gently.

Before her, the Queen of the Night, Cortrina's expression suddenly changed!
Serena smiled and said, word by word:
"Her personal purpose in coming here was also for this coffin."

"This is the only weapon that can deal with magic users."

Thales was jolted awake!
Serena laughed and said:
"Legendary Anti-Demon Armed Forces".

"The Black Coffin in the Dark Night".

Thales was startled and looked at the black coffin beneath his buttocks.

This is the coffin I once climbed into.

It's actually...

The only weapon that can deal with magic users?

Legendary anti-magic weaponry?

But Serena hadn't finished speaking.

Staring into Cortrina's murderous gaze, she exhaled each word clearly:
"Inside here, within those seemingly seamless, dark stone slabs, lies someone imprisoned..."

"A thousand years ago..."

Thales' pupils began to shrink, and his breathing quickened.

Until Serena uttered her last words:
"...Where is the mage?"

Genesis has surpassed 100 collections! Celebrating this first release!
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(End of this chapter)