Under the setting sun, somewhere in the snow-covered land, a suffocating, pitch-black smoke filled the air.
Aida somersaulted, flipped in the air, and finally landed on the ground.
"Hey, you saw the explosion just now, didn't you? Both sides were blown apart!
Not to mention there's smoke like this! " Looking at the thick black smoke that filled the sky, she raised the exquisite machete engraved with beautiful patterns in dissatisfaction and shouted behind her, "Can you not be so annoying?
"Can you not be so annoying? Let's go home, okay?"
A figure suddenly appeared, stirring up the smoke around it.
The supreme class Blood Clansman, Simon Corleone, appeared in the air with a cold expression.
"Alright," he said in a deep voice, "But before that, one of us has to fall first."
The seemingly young Blood Clansman disappeared in an instant!
Aida stomped her foot in annoyance and swung her machete like flowing water.
The blade collided with the sharp claws.
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! "
Within a second, five sparks flashed in the air!
"Do you not understand human language?!" Aida said angrily, "I just somersaulted above your head!"
The secret protector gracefully spun around and dodged the Blood Clansman's attack as if she was performing a beautiful dance.
But the wind howled. The Blood Clansman used his absolute advantage in speed to catch up to Aida's dreamy body movement.
"Somersaulted?
You just insulted the dignity of a Blood Clansman marquis. " Simon's face was full of murderous intent as he appeared in front of Aida. "Please wash away this humiliation with your blood."
Aida sighed.
"So you're another paranoid person who spouts a lot of nonsense for the sake of honor, dignity, and whatnot." She massaged her neck and exercised all the joints in her body. She said helplessly, "Alright, based on my experience, I have to kill you first before I can leave."
Simon's eyes shone with anger. "Ah, it seems that you have a hard time understanding this kind of obsession, woman.
"Without the dignity of a powerhouse, without the pride of a powerhouse, let alone the obsession of a powerhouse … How did you become a supreme class?"
"Cut the crap." Aida exhaled under the cloak and threw the machete into the sky. She nonchalantly caught it with her other hand.
"Show me your 'true form', little brat who lives on blood."
Aida chuckled.
Simon's expression changed. He ignored the 'little brat' that the other party mentioned.
"You actually know the True Form of vampires?"
The young-looking Blood Race count said coldly, "It looks like you've met a supreme realm Blood Race member before."
"Hmph, not accurate." Aida raised her exquisite machete and smiled confidently.
"Tell me in detail."
"I've killed a Limiteer Blood Kindred."
Simon's pupils shrank.
Aida whistled and continued to laugh.
"It's still in its True Form form."
"Two."
As soon as he finished speaking.
Simon roared furiously. His claws instantly turned into countless afterimages as he blocked Aida's every direction!
"Die!"
In the exchange of blows that could not be seen with the naked eye, the sound of metal and sharp claws colliding could be heard!
Then, they converged into a loud noise.
Boom!
A blinding light flashed.
Aida let out a muffled groan while Simon howled in pain.
The two figures separated in the air and landed on the ground.
"It's a blade blessed by the Sunset Goddess." Simon's expression was cold. He looked at his claws, which were sizzling with white smoke.
It was as if they were burning.
He clenched his fists tightly. All the blood in his body gathered in his hands. Old skin fell off and new flesh grew, rapidly healing his injuries.
Simon immediately raised his head and looked in front of him.
There, the cloak that covered Aida's head and face had fallen off from the middle.
Her full appearance was revealed.
When Simon saw her face clearly, his entire body trembled!
He was slightly stunned at first, then he threw his head back and laughed.
"I knew it. How could a mortal have such an elite.
So, you're not human at all. "
The young Blood Race looked at Aida.
He looked at her tight face, smooth contours, silver pupils, hair that was almost bright white, and a pair of slightly swaying pointy ears.
Aida stared back at him coldly.
Simon's hands transformed again into claws that were as sharp as Divine Weapons.
"You're neither a mortal nor an immortal."
He flashed a ferocious smile, but his heart was filled with fear.
"You're an immortal.
Elf. "
—
In the smoke-filled forest, a voice called out to him.
It was his teacher.
"Be careful, Wya … be careful.
"Your Power of Eradication is not a classic power that has been tested by the predecessors in the river of time. It is a product of modern times, and it has not even appeared for a hundred years.
"After an unfortunate rebellion, the Tower of Eradication had a new enemy."
"The scions realized that to fight against this enemy, we had to reform our power. We had to reform our Northland Sword Style, which was developed from the legacy of knights, and included the martial arts of Neda, the Red Dirt, and the Far East clans. In the end, we achieved great success in the Battle of Eradication — the Power of Eradication.
"So, for a hundred years, under the relentless research of generations of scions, a new type of Power of Eradication came into being.
"The power you possess is the product of this reform …
"Compared to the Thawing of Glaciers, the Death of Sword Cleansing, the Glory of the Stars, and the Pegasus' Music, these famous Powers of Eradication that have been passed down for thousands of years, it is still far from being perfected.
"But as the 'Saint of Swords' Yunero from the Far East said four hundred years ago, even if there are ten thousand changes, they are still inseparable from the origin of the sword …
"Your power is the same."
Wya Caso suddenly opened his eyes!
He instinctively struggled to get up from the snow.
With blood flowing from his forehead, he looked at the smoke that filled the sky and the trees that he could not distinguish between. He shook his dizzy head hard.
Not far from him, a figure climbed up from the snow and quickly pounced towards him!
Wya subconsciously touched the single-edged sword beside him. He turned around and swung his sword, forcefully parrying a sharp claw!
* Clang! * The sword and the claw clashed, and sparks flew everywhere.
Under the huge impact, Wya gritted his teeth and took a few steps back. He used all his strength to maintain his balance.
"As a mortal, you are very strong."
The male Blood Clansman with damaged armor grinned, and his left hand began to transform into a sharp claw. "But we are not the cowardly Blood Clansmen of the Western Peninsula."
As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared from his sight.
Wya's pupils shrank. He recalled Putray's warning and resisted the urge to run and dodge. He predicted his opponent's next attack.
'I need to predict my opponent's position. Where will my attack be more fatal and difficult to block?
If he really attacks from this position, how should I deal with it? '
The Blood Clansman's sharp claw appeared on the left side of his throat.
'I feel it!'
Wya, who was prepared, did not even think. He swung his sword at a perfect angle.
He cut off the Blood Clansman's arms.
'I did it!'
But just as Wya's mood lightened, he felt a ruthless chill from his left shoulder to his left chest.
* Rip! *
Wya took three steps back in disbelief. A sharp pain came from the left side of his body!
'Impossible.'
Wya gritted his teeth and looked at the large amount of blood from his left shoulder to his left rib, as well as the bone-deep scratch.
'I clearly cut off his arms!'
Wya felt dizzy. He swayed and took a step back. He supported himself against a birch tree with his left hand, but it affected the wound on his left side. The pain made him break out in a cold sweat.
"Not a bad response. But didn't the mortal beside you teach you?" The Blood Clansman's figure reappeared in front of him. He licked the blood on his right claw and chuckled. "All Blood Clansmen above supra class have their own special abilities.
"Why … Are you not prepared?"
'Special ability?' Wya looked at the Blood Clansman's intact arms and sighed. 'Damned vampire.
'So you can ignore my slash?'
"Do you want to know my ability?" The Blood Clansman looked at the panting Wya and curled his lips confidently.
Wya furrowed his brows.
'What … kind of ability is it?'
"Then I'll tell you … Hahahaha …"
The Blood Clansman was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly laughed happily.
"… How can I tell you?!
"Do you think I'm the villain in a knight novel? You talk a lot of nonsense, and I'll explain my battle — "
But before he could finish the word "battle", the Blood Clansman's sharp claw appeared before his eyes again!
'Damn it!
He said so much just to divert my attention! '
* Slash! *
Wya roared furiously and swung his sword. But because he was too slow, the Blood Clansman tore open another huge wound on his back!
Wya panted anxiously. He swung his sword at the Blood Clansman's head, but he only slashed the air.
'What exactly is his ability?
Why can he ignore my sword attack?! '
The Blood Clansman revealed himself again and said coldly, "The last attack. The next time will be the last attack."
Feeling the intense pain in his body, Wya shut his eyes with difficulty.
"Aren't you going back to take a look?"
Chris tore off a piece of tattered clothing on his body, revealing a face as thin as a corpse's. His bulging muscles did not match his appearance at all. He looked at the smoke that filled the air and said coldly to Hestad, who was in front of him.
"There's no need for that. The Alchemy Ball is mainly made up of smoke and light." Hestad took off the armor on his left shoulder that had been shattered in the battle just now.
"It's obvious that your master is playing some trick again."
"But I am very confident in His Majesty."
"In comparison, I am more worried about you, old friend." Hestad took a step forward and looked at Chris.
"It is my honor." Chris also took a step forward without showing any signs of weakness.
The two of them stood face to face.
A few seconds later …
"Do you still remember the first time we fought against each other?" Hestad said emotionally.
"Of course, how could I forget," Chris replied coldly.
"Yes, at that time, you were still the deputy general of a legion in the Final Empire, Christamur Linka." Hestad took a deep breath. "And I was the insignificant chief of the Kisseri Tribe, Hestad Chula.
"You stood on that side, and I stood on this side. For some baffling reason, we charged at each other with no regard for our lives.
"How nostalgic," Hestad said emotionally.
"Nostalgic?"
Chris shook his head and snorted coldly.
"Forgive me, but I cannot agree.
Those nightmarish years … changed everyone, including you, me, and His Majesty. "
Hestad knew that the "Majesty" Chris was referring to was neither Katerina nor Serena.
It was the huge and terrifying black shadow under the Night Wing.
He raised his head, and their gazes met.
"But those years were, after all, meaningful." Hestad sighed.
"Those … years in the Battle of Eradication."
In the next moment, the two of them opened their ferocious, fanged mouths at the same time and roared furiously!
As their flesh expanded, it changed color, changed shape, and … deteriorated!
Huge bat wings with sharp bone spurs broke out of the skin on their backs.
They spread out abruptly!
The skin on their bodies fell off piece by piece. The muscles under their skin turned into hard leather, which became dark and pitch-black.
The two of them quickly changed shape — no, they 'grew'.
Their ears were tall.
Their mouths and noses were ferocious.
Their pupils were crimson red.
Their fangs were terrifying.
Their joints were like spurs.
Their claws were sharp.
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