Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 949 Attack
A figure gradually appeared in the mist in the center of the lake, and slowly walked towards them.

Before the enemy could get close, one of the vampire elders activated his special ability, intending to seize the initiative in the attack while the enemy was five thousand meters away!
Space distorted, and a huge, semi-transparent vortex appeared behind the vampire elder. A pungent smell of blood gushed out from the vortex, followed by a tidal wave of howling monsters. Bears, wolves, lions, and tigers, corrupted and mutated by vampire blood, roared and charged onto the lake. Another vampire raised his hand, and the undulating lake surface instantly turned into a flat ice field.

Amidst the wailing and howling, the monster army surged across the frozen lake like a tide. Immediately afterward, an exaggerated magical power spread out, and passersby on the street began to flee the scene.

When a Level 5 superhuman uses their power, the cursed energy will dissipate uncontrollably, becoming a deadly miasma for ordinary people. Only superhumans below Level 3 can safely remain within the range of the dissipating cursed energy.

These dissipated magical powers also have a detrimental effect on superhumans of level three and above, but even so, these nobles still gathered here because they knew very well what kind of powerful enemy they were facing this time.

"How is the situation?" Charles I, with his disheveled gray hair, squeezed to the front, squinted at the direction of the center of the lake, and waited for feedback on the first probing attack.

However, the blood-sucking monsters that could tear apart Level 3 superhumans at will stopped their terrifying roars and howls abruptly after rushing into the misty water, as if they had been swallowed up by another strange dimension.

"Well?" Charles I raised his voice, questioning the elder who had released the legion.

"They're all still alive, but what happened? What exactly happened?" The elder looked puzzled.

On the frozen lake, the figure drew closer and closer, and soon the distance between them was less than five thousand meters. However, the vampires on the shore did not increase the distance again.

They came here to fight, so naturally they can't run away.

For this battle, not only have all the manpower been gathered, but all the families have made the most thorough preparations they can. There is a barrier at the bottom of the lake, and arrays have been set up to connect various parts of Twilight City. Their chances of winning are highest here. If they cannot defeat the Rift King here, then there is no need to consider anything else in the future.

The next second, Charles I heard a slight noise nearby, and then a female elder suddenly shouted, "What's wrong with you?!"

The bodies of more than a dozen nobles were cleanly severed. Their lower bodies remained standing intact, while their upper bodies fell to the ground, separated from their bodies. It was unclear when they had been cut in half at the waist, and even the victims themselves wore expressions of bewilderment and confusion.

"What are you doing?" Charles I frowned slightly, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

Being suddenly cut in half, the opponent's supernatural attack was indeed unpredictable, but for a vampire, this level of damage was nothing, especially since everyone here was a true noble, whose bodies could be separated and controlled separately.

What alarmed Charles I was that those who had been cut in half at the waist showed no signs of recovery whatsoever!
"I can't feel my lower body!" A nobleman looked at Charlie in panic.

The expressions of the other nobles also suddenly turned serious. Most of them could sense their separated bodies, and those with stronger abilities could even control the parts separately. As long as the core was not destroyed, they could even actively split and act. In addition, due to the influence of the city's great magic array, the vampires' sensitivity to blood had increased again, so they should not be experiencing this situation where they could not feel their severed lower bodies.

It is the force of division!

"Damn it!" Charles I cursed.

Castan and several other elders began to move. Staying on the shore would only make them easy targets, while high-speed movement would increase their chances of dodging.

Their power is also easier to unleash in close combat. Although they will inevitably enter the opponent's ability range once they get close, they will be unable to effectively damage the Rift King from 5,000 meters away.

Closer proximity and attacks will increase the pressure on the opponent, creating opportunities for others at a distance, thus maximizing their chances of victory. They absolutely cannot retreat! If they retreat here, even if they escape the blade of this ancient invader, they will still become a flame in Xia Shou's hands. But if they go all out here, they can at least earn the opponent's promise to help.

Xia Shou had said to those nobles who were the first to have an audience with him: "If you still have the sense of superiority that comes from being nobles and from being a vampire who is above all other creatures, then as the successor of Rosa, I will stand by until the end and protect you from the enemy that you are powerless to fight."

Therefore, the best option now is to go all out!

All the major magic arrays are already in operation, making it very difficult for these vampires to die completely.

The reason everyone is standing here is that they had already thought of another way out, a way out that is not really a way out.

Even if you are defeated despite your best efforts, you can still survive by clinging to life. This way, you won't disappoint Rosa's successor, nor will you be killed by the invaders from the old history. It's a roundabout way to survive.

The extremely high speed compressed the air to both sides, and the gale flowed around Castanin like an invisible cloak clinging to his body. The surrounding scenery was pulled behind him like stretched silk during the sprint, and the distance of a kilometer was covered in the blink of an eye.

As Castanea and the others reached the edge of the misty fog, the figure from the past stepped out from the vapor.

A muscular man with dark brown skin, his bare upper body covered in scars, and a cracked golden crown on his head.

Castan was intimidated by the other person's appearance and aura, and stopped a few meters away, his mind filled with a series of random thoughts.

Spreadt glanced at the other person sideways and said, "Hey, are you afraid of dying?"

Castan was stunned.

What am I doing?

What should I do...? What are the effects of this guy's superpower? How should I respond if he attacks?

But now he doesn't seem to intend to attack me, so I should... What was he trying to say when he asked me if I was afraid of dying? Should I take advantage of this opportunity...?

Castan stood still, his mind racing. The actions and tactics he had planned before arriving in front of Sprite were now forgotten in some deserted corner of his mind, never to be considered again.

Castan was thinking, his thoughts jumping around in a very disjointed way, but it wasn't the way he wanted to jump.

"Not going to answer?" Spreadt casually waved his hand, and Castanean's arm fell onto the ice, hot blood gushing out and creating a cloud of white mist.

This isn't an attack at all; it's just asking, "Why aren't you talking?"

(End of this chapter)