Living as a Demon Lord in the Dungeon

"You...you! How dare you play me?!"

Seeing the extremely arrogant Sean, the vampire Carrard was trembling with anger, but he quickly calmed down.

The current situation is quite pessimistic for him.

The other side has made it clear that they want to kill the necromancer, even at the risk of angering His Highness the Prince.

Clearly, my current position is extremely dangerous!

He looked at Sean, and the more he looked, the more unfriendly the other man's gaze became.

Something's wrong! Something's wrong! Something's wrong! Something's wrong!

Does this kid intend to kill me too?

As Karillard thought about it, a chill ran down his neck. He looked at the bone dragon, which was barely alive in the magic circle, and his heart began to race.

To be honest, in terms of individual skill, I am not afraid of my opponent at all.

However, if this strange and sinister magical artifact is added, the outcome is hard to predict.

This terrifying weapon, which directly targets the mind and soul, was so powerful that even the combination of a lich and a bone dragon couldn't withstand it, let alone himself.

escape!

We must escape immediately!

While this magical artifact is still suppressing the lich, he still has a brief chance to escape.

Once the lich is completely destroyed and the magical artifact returns to its hands, it will be difficult for me to escape.

Almost instantly upon making up his mind, the vampire flapped his wings and sped off in the southeast direction.

But the next second, a red light flashed and blocked his way.

Sean stood on the Bloodthirsty Demon Blade, smiling as he looked at him.

"Oh, my dear friend, we weren't even finished talking, why did you leave without saying goodbye?"

Carrard's eyes widened in disbelief that his opponent's speed was actually greater than his own.

In fact, Sean's current cultivation level and spiritual strength only allow him to fly short distances on his sword.

But within this certain range, with his speed, taking down Carrard would be incredibly easy.

At this moment, the murderous intent in his eyes was no longer concealed, and Carrard swallowed nervously.

"You! Don't do anything reckless! I am His Highness's trusted subordinate! And a member of the Rosenner family!"

"If you dare touch me, the vampires will never let you get away with it!"

Sean didn't say anything, just looked at him with a smile. His expression was as if he were looking at a talking corpse.

Seeing that personal connections had no effect, Carrillard gritted his teeth and spoke again: "I'm not afraid to tell you, besides being His Highness the Prince's special envoy, I have another identity, which is that of a member of the tax collection team..."

"I already guessed it was the advance officers of the tax collection team."

Sean interrupted him again, spreading wings made of demonic flames from his back, and the Bloodthirsty Demon Blade beneath his feet flew back into his hand.

Karillard was taken aback for a moment, then took a deep breath and assumed a fighting stance.

He knew very well that since the other party had already guessed his identity as the advance officer, yet still dared to oppose him, they probably already had murderous intent.

There's no point in saying anything now; I must do everything in my power to escape before the lich is completely wiped out!

Or, kill him! Seize that strange magical artifact from him! Hand it over to the Prince!

What an enormous achievement that would be! It might even be enough to propel him to the position of the next head of the family!

The greater the risk, the greater the reward!

Karrard licked his lips with his scarlet tongue, and his blood gradually condensed, forming magic arrays.

Sean gently wiped the blade with one hand, and the flames of the demonic dragon instantly adhered to it.

"Come on, let's have a good fight! I'll use you to test just how strong I am now!"

"Arrogant brat! Die!"

The vampire roared and charged at Sean with a blade formed from its own blood.

Sean neither dodged nor avoided, charging forward with his demonic blade, and engaged Karillard in a fierce battle.

It must be admitted that vampires are extremely powerful, both in terms of physical strength and their unique blood magic.

But Sean's strength is not bad either. The "Bull Demon Mighty Fist" improved his physique, and the "Asura Devouring Buddha Technique" strengthened his spiritual sense!

With the added blessing of the evil god and demonic dragon, and his foundation at the second stage of Foundation Establishment, Sean actually managed to steadily suppress the vampire noble in front of him during the entanglement.

At this moment, Carrard's feelings were beyond description; shock was the only word to describe them.

His main reason for choosing to run away was fear of that strange magical artifact that could attack the soul.

In his view, without that banner, he wouldn't have needed to run at all, and could have even slaughtered the entire underground city by himself!

Although he wasn't a core member of the Rosenner family, the vampire race's advantages were undeniable.

Moreover, the opponent is merely a sorcerer, belonging to the mage lineage, and should be most afraid of a close-combat assassin like myself who is fast and agile.

But the truth is, they can't win in long-range bombardment, and they can't win in close combat either!

The opponent's dragon flames were also firmly suppressing his blood magic!

And for some reason, looking at the weapon in the other person's hand that resembled a sword but wasn't, he felt a strange tremor in his heart.

No! We can't delay any longer!

He was already at a disadvantage, and once the lich over there was completely killed and he took the banner, he would have no chance of survival!

The vampire flapped its wings, sending Sean flying.

He took a deep breath, held his right hand up in front of his eyes, his fingernails suddenly lengthened, and then he plunged them into his heart.

Sean had just regained his balance when he saw this scene and couldn't help but gasp.

"The heart? Isn't the heart a vampire's Achilles' heel? Is this kid trying to commit suicide?"

"Great Blood Ancestor! Grant me your grace!"

After Carrard roared, his body began to swell continuously, even bursting his clothes.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed from a polite nobleman into a half-human, half-bat monster surrounded by blood mist.

Sean narrowed his eyes slightly: "Oh? This is truly the first time I've seen this."

"Hmph, hahahaha! This is your honor! Only pure-blooded vampires blessed by the Blood Ancestor possess the ability to revert to their ancestral bloodline!"

Carrard twisted his neck: "Now, die!"

With that, he transformed into a blood-red shadow and suddenly rushed in front of Sean, clawing at his head.

Sean flapped his wings to dodge, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow to the head, but his shoulder was slashed.

Blood gushed out, but flew towards Karillard's side.

"Hmph, human blood is really nothing special. But the blood of those two dark elves beside you must be exceptionally pure."

Sean chuckled at the incredibly arrogant Carrard: "I say, isn't it a bit too early for you to declare victory now?"

"What, can't you see the difference in our strength? How pathetic!"

Or are you pinning your hopes on that strange flag?

"It's no use. I can kill you in just three seconds!"

"Three seconds, that's a really long time."

Sean flicked his hand across the demonic blade, extinguishing the dragon flames enveloping it.

"And I, can kill you with just one strike!"