Author's Note: 5100 words long chapter, Son of Heaven is trying to give back to everyone!
Everyone knew that only Green Dwarfs and Tomb Kings didn't have sexual desires.
Vampires were also capable in this aspect. Other things aside, the Lemia Blood Tribe was an expert in this aspect. Those female Vampires were better at seducing human nobles. According to the words of the human nobles who had experienced it, it was "extremely comfortable, as if even my bone marrow had been sucked out."
Nefrata herself was also a person who liked both men and women. Only the Lemia Blood Clan, who had the highest status in the Sisterhood, had the right to grind tofu with her.
The current Dragon Emperor Aurora's most beloved concubine was also a female vampire, but she wasn't from the Lemia Blood Clan.
As for Man Baldy, he also had one.
Man Frey von Castein was the descendant of Blood Ancestor Vlad von Castein, and Vlad was a famous lover. When he was still called Vashanish, Vlad easily won Nefrata's heart with his humor, strength, and handsomeness. After Lemia fell, Vashanish became Vlad after many years of hiding. The first thing he did after disguising himself as a human noble was to seduce Isabella, the only daughter of Otto, the Elector of Sylvania.
But unlike the Blood Ancestor, who was skilled in everything, Manfred had no interest in politics, and often deliberately opposed Vlad's ideas.
For example, Vlad's policy towards vampires was to unite them, while Man Frey's policy towards vampires was to suppress, assassinate, and intimidate them.
For example, Vlad placed great importance on maintaining the number of pigs in his own pigsty (referring to the mortals of Sylvania). Vlad welcomed and established many 'Royal Sylvania Army', and even allowed the Duncanhoff Knights who were trying to expel the undead to continue their activities in Sylvania.
Of course, Vlad wasn't a kind-hearted person. These Sylvanian knights had only gone through a tragic process. They were hunted down by Vlad, died tragically, and were resurrected every once in a while. They had worked hard to recover Sylvania.
Man Frey was different. When the second Count Conrad was defeated and Man Frey took control of Sylvania, the first thing he did was to completely destroy and kill the Duncanhoff Knights of Sylvania and all their family members. He used this method to tell everyone that he was different from Vlad, and that he wouldn't tolerate any mortals in his territory.
I am me, a different kind of fireworks ~
The thing that made Man Frey the happiest was to crush all the beautiful and precious things in this world, to make his opponents to show extreme despair and shock, and make them lose everything, social death.
"You're despicable, my son." At this moment, a cold, an elegant voice sounded in Man Frey's mind.
Man Frey's face froze.
Vlad was still alive. As the Blood Ancestor, Vlad would never truly die. His will continued to live on with the dark blood flowing in Man Frey's body. Vlad was watching everything coldly. Even though several centuries had passed since the War of the Vampires, Vlad's name was still being sung in the whispers of the ghouls, on the ancient tombstones, at the end of the world, and in the depths of Duncanhoff Castle.
Vlad was still alive, but he didn't have a physical body. "My son, you're not like me at all. You shouldn't treat a lady like this. You should give her basic respect. Even if you want to kill her, you should do it with dignity."
"Enough, old bastard!" Man Frey roared impatiently. He admired and despised Vlad, respected and despised him at the same time.
"You haven't inherited any of my wisdom. Your ability doesn't match your ambition …" As the Blood Ancestor's voice rang out one after another, the sound of a heavy blow from the side of the prison interrupted Vlad's words and temporarily silenced the Blood Ancestor.
"Boom!" The walls of the prison instantly exploded. Several dark-red bullets of light flew out from the broken walls and bombarded the crowd.
The Dire Wolf, the Ghoul, the Tomb Evil Spirit, and the two Vampires that were originally on top of Alisala were blown away in an instant, but the little queen under them was unharmed. Alisala continued to retreat after surviving the disaster. The silk stockings on her legs had been torn a few times, and one of the round-toed princess shoes on her little feet was missing.
Groups of Nicohalla's palace guards appeared, followed by Lich King Arkham. The Tomb King's voice was filled with extreme anger. He seemed to have been thoroughly enraged by Man Frey's actions. "Man Frey! You vulture in the desert, you corpse in the pyramid, what are you doing? "
"What am I doing?" Man Frey's expression didn't change. "Look at him, my Lich King. Look at this little queen. Where is the consciousness of a prisoner in her? She looks more like the master of this castle than any of us! "
"There is only one master in this castle, and that is the Lord of the Dead, Nagash. We are all his servants!" Arkham drew his divine weapon, the Arkham Tomb Sword. The Lich King seemed to have recalled something that made him angry. "Enough, Man Frey. I'm warning you."
"I don't need your warning. I know what I'm doing!" Man Frey didn't want to be outdone. The Last Vampire Count drew his Blasphemy Sword.
Arkham instantly met the attack. The two divine weapons were like phantoms as they clashed with extreme speed. In the blink of an eye, the Lich King and the Last Vampire Count had exchanged more than ten blows in the prison.
Man Frey was quickly shocked by the strength of the person in front of him.
The Last Vampire Count's attacks were as swift as the wind and torrential rain. The power of the vampire bloodline gave Man Frey unparalleled speed, powerful wrist strength, and ferocious physical strength. In Man Frey's opinion, this piece of cured meat who only knew how to play around with witchcraft was not his match in close combat.
However, in the fierce exchange, every move of Man Frey's was seen through by Arkham. The Lich King's footsteps were nimble and swift, and his defence was impenetrable. Every attack of the Vampire Count that was certain to succeed was stopped by Arkham's blade.
Man Frey suddenly stabbed forward, and Arkham dodged.
The Blasphemy Sword missed and flicked upwards, and Arkham blocked.
The Vampire Count followed the momentum and slashed downwards, and Arkham blocked again.
At this moment, Arkham suddenly shifted the blade to his back, where Man Frey appeared from the shadows. His Backstab that was certain to succeed was perfectly blocked by Arkham.
* Clang! * Arkham's Tomb Sword firmly blocked the Blasphemy Sword's tip.
More Nicohalla Palace Guards rushed in from outside. Man Frey suddenly realized that he had lost the best chance to defeat Arkham. The Vampire Count immediately sheathed his sword and revealed a bright smile to the Lich King, as if the previous exchange had never happened. "Your swordsmanship is not bad. Where did you learn it?"
"When you have a few thousand years to slowly hone your swordsmanship, your wisdom, and your art of war, you can also be like me," Arkham said indifferently.
The Lich King's close combat and commanding abilities were all learned from Cytra. Ever since Cytra's resurrection, Arkham and Cytra had been fighting on and off. All the Tomb Priests under Cytra combined were no match for Arkham in terms of magic, but in terms of art of war and close combat, Arkham was far inferior to Cytra.
Thus, Arkham chose to fight Cytra and make peace. He took advantage of the time when he fought Cytra to learn Cytra's battle tactics, art of war, command, and his own close combat skills. When the battle was about to end, he would decisively ask for peace. Cytra would gladly agree, and Arkham would quietly submit to Cytra for a few years. Then, he would find the right time to rebel and fight Cytra on the battlefield again, and so on.
The Lich King's military skills and close combat skills were honed in this way.
"I just want to teach her a lesson she will never forget." A sincere smile appeared on Man Frey's face. He waved his hand, and the undead creatures all retreated. A dozen vampires slowly walked behind Man Frey. The last vampire was very sincere. "Anyway, we just need a sacrifice."
"This is meaningless." Arkham stared at Man Frey. The flames in the Lich King's eyes flickered, as if he was reevaluating Man Frey's threat. "We can't choose our fate because it was given to us by Nagash. Everything is. But at least we have to let her leave peacefully and without pain."
"What's the difference?!" Man Frey said indignantly. He asked angrily, "Don't you have any happiness of your own? Don't you have any thoughts of your own? "
"That's not my happiness." Arkham shook his head coldly. "The noble Nicoharans will never take pleasure in humiliating others, especially a pure young girl."
"Then you're willing to let her humiliate you? Oh, you're really a bootlicker. After licking Nefrata enough, you've changed your mind and are licking our little queen? A shocking love between a sacrifice and a priest! Wow, how touching … Too bad it's useless. " Man Frey said disdainfully. He then turned to leave. "Do as you wish. I hope your useless kindness doesn't harm you, my Lich King."
Akhan watched Manfred leave. Then the Lich King turned around and said to Alisa, who was lying on the ground and trembling in fear, "Let's go somewhere else. I'll be in charge of guarding you from now on. You won't be disturbed by that guy anymore."
"You … You promise?" Alisala was too frightened. In fact, Man Frey's method of dealing with the little queen was correct. Alisala knew very well that if she was really defiled by two or three hundred things that weren't even human, it would be a hundred times crueler than killing her.
"I promise." Arkham hesitated for a moment before agreeing. The Lich King gestured for the palace guards to unlock Alisala's shackles, but the Demon-Sealing Bracelet remained.
"How surprising. You still have a little bit of humanity and compassion in your heart." As the Eternal Queen, Alisala could easily feel that Arkham truly did not wish for her to be hurt. She hugged the little white-faced owl that Forest Queen Aleil had given her. The owl's eyes were filled with doubt. "Unbelievable. No matter what, thank you."
Arkham spoke gracefully. "I'm honoured. I've encountered a similar situation before. A … prisoner similar to you. Her name is Nefrata. Poison and betrayal killed her. She suffered great pain before she died. I swore that I would not let this happen again."
"Nefrata …" Alisala was carried away by the tomb guards. The little queen laughed coldly. "So you'll still sacrifice me? For your master? What's the point of saving me? "
"Everything is my master's task." Arkham shook his head. "I must play my role well until the end of the world. My master is one of the few who can resist the Tide of Destruction. He must be revived, or our Silent Kingdom will fall."
"But Nefrata didn't die." Alisala walked with difficulty. Her face was wet, and there were holes in her stockings. There were also a lot of spit from the tomb ghosts.
"She died," Arkham emphasized. The Lich King told the little queen, "But she was revived later."
"I don't want to talk to you anymore. Where's my new cell?" Alisala asked coldly.
"Next door." Arkham seemed to hesitate for a moment before sighing. "Rest well … Do you have any wishes?"
"Let me go."
"I can't do that."
"Then don't be so fake."
"… I'm sorry, but I really can't do it. My master's revival requires an extremely pure soul, a powerful divine power storage, and a suitable vessel." Arkham explained everything seriously. "Only you can be an extremely pure soul and a powerful divine power storage. I originally wanted the Brittany's Witch of the Lake, Morgiana, but …"
"But there's the Sun King and his demigod brother, right?" Alisala sneered. At the same time, the little queen couldn't help but feel regret. If she had known earlier, she would have pretended to be nice to the two brothers.
She knew how many undead armies Nagashza had. There were dozens of undead armies, hundreds of necromancers, and walls hundreds of meters high. Arkham's power might not lose to her uncle, Tegris.
"The Archbishop of the Goddess of War, Mirmedia, is still passable. As for a suitable vessel …" Arkham seemed to have realized that he shouldn't have said so much. The Lich King changed his tone. "I'm sorry, your clothes are torn. I'll get someone to bring you your luggage. I remember there are some female clothes from the Nikohara Era in the basement. I'll bring them up for you to try. Also, if you have any requests, just tell me. I'll do my best to satisfy you."
"Let me go, and I'll let Azur not pursue the matter."
"I can't do that."
"You're not completely dead yet, Arkham. You still have a heart. Why are you willing to be the Lord of the Undead's lackey?"
"No, I'm not!" Arkham was finally angry. The Lich King gestured for Alisala to be locked up again. In the end, the Lich King sighed. "The moment my master revived me, my fate no longer belonged to me."
After leaving the prison, Arkham stretched out his hand, and his beloved zombie cat jumped onto his arm.
The Lich King muttered.
"As servants, the only thing we can decide is how to welcome destruction."
… I'm the dividing line of destruction …
On the other hand, the meeting in the Fontainebleau Palace was still ongoing.
"There's one more topic." Laing sat on the main seat. The Sun King said in a deep voice, "We all know about the Marlin Castle. The group of princes in the Marlin Castle have smelled the impending chaos. They're hoarding goods everywhere …"
Aurora, who was sitting outside, heard Laing's words and her eyes lit up. She smelled a business opportunity. If Laing intended to deal with the princes in the Marlin Castle, would she and Teresa have a chance to participate and gain some benefits?
This was not Aurora's wild imagination. The MI7 did have a lot of spies and influence in the Marlin Castle. They also had the most important helper — the female Tsar Katarina, who was temporarily living in the Marlin Castle as the chief magic consultant. She was Aurora's best friend.
No, I can't eat too badly. Aurora rolled her eyes and whispered to Teresa, who was sitting beside her, "Daughter, it's almost time. Why don't you ask if we can have the banquet here at noon? We can't have the meeting on an empty stomach, right? I really want to taste Her Highness Morgiana's cooking. "
"Mother? It's not my turn to ask about this kind of thing, right? " Teresa knew that her mother was going to sell her daughter again. The sorceress said helplessly in a low voice, "Morgiana has only given special treatment to a few people like the Lady of the Lake, Laing, and Madam Suria. Whether we can eat it or not depends on our luck."
"Aiya, what's wrong with that? You're his female courtier. Can't you go up and ask?" Aurora did not consider Teresa's opinion at all. At this time, Morgiana happened to pass by with a few boxes of pastries in her hands. It seemed that the Lake Goddess Witch had brought a few boxes of pastries. The two Lake Goddess Prophets behind her also carried a few plates of fresh fruits that were rarely seen in winter. So Aurora directly shouted to Morgiana, "Your Highness, the MI7 has confidential information to convey to His Majesty. Can you let Teresa in to have a word with His Majesty?"
The conference hall was divided into an outer hall and an inner hall. Aurora and other female courtiers were naturally the core figures of the Knight King's inner court, but they still had to sit in the outer hall. They also had to sit behind Talleyrand, Vincent, and other ministers, such as the two Great Holy Grails of the Sanctum, Marquis Toulas Schangl, Count Julian Cajon, flag bearer Baron Armand, and Count Deven Hex. The people in the outer hall could only listen to the discussions of the people in the inner hall. They were not allowed to interrupt unless they took the initiative to ask.
Morgiana instinctively frowned when she heard Aurora's voice. The Lake Goddess Witch had always disliked this Sanctum Witch, but Morgiana did not have any bad feelings towards Teresa. The mother and daughter were also in charge of the MI7. They had just made a great contribution, so it was not good to refuse. So she nodded to Teresa.
"Come with me."
Teresa was so anxious that she was about to cry.
How can you sell your daughter like this? How am I supposed to explain this to Ryan?
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