Chapter 638 - 421: The Death of the Legendary Vampire!
Chapter 638: Chapter 421: The Death of the Legendary Vampire!
Duke Burns’ Domain,
There stood an elderly man behind Benfica, blood scythe in hand, calmly watching the legendary vampire that had been cut in two.
Was this the esteemed Lord Burns?
Lis watched as Benfica, stricken by the opponent’s attack, retreated over and over to a safe area, intently focusing on the standoff between the two.
The external appearance of the legendary Bloodline Lord Burns was that of a gaunt old man, with snow-white hair where each strand seemed to tell tales of endless ages passed, and the unfathomable darkness lurking in his ink-black eyes appeared to swallow all light whole.
His face, like an ancient stele carved by the years, was covered with deep wrinkles, twisted like dried vines, marking the long history of trials and changes. His skin was pale, like thin ice under the moonlight, exuding a strange and cold beauty.
Even with a hunched body, he emanated an odd yet formidable strength. His fingers were slender and pale, the tips of his nails sharp as blades, glittering with a cold light as if they could effortlessly slice through any obstacle.
Though his steps were slow and heavy, each was filled with steadiness and dignity, as if he had the entire world under his control.
Lis couldn’t understand why, but the subtle aura of holiness and majesty emanating from Burns was something he never felt from Mr. Stephens or Uncle Joyce.
Knowing full well the risks of staying there, Lis didn’t turn to leave.
This was the first time he had witnessed a battle between two legends with his own eyes, and he didn’t want to miss the opportunity.
…
Unlike Lis, Benfica was filled with shock and horror.
The body that Burns had severed instantly turned into swarms of blood-red little bats and, after merging together, reformed into Benfica’s original body some tens of meters away from Burns.
It was a special ability of the legendary vampire, but even so, Benfica looked pale, his right hand covering the severed area of his body.
Although the injury to his physical form was minor and didn’t affect him much, Benfica felt as if his soul had been fiercely slashed, the burning pain seemingly cleaving his very soul apart.
What was happening?
At this moment, Benfica could no longer focus on capturing Lis. The presence of Burns before him exerted tremendous pressure.
Why would such a powerful legend appear in the Bolin Kingdom?
A bunch of damned useless idiots!
Benfica cursed those like Antoine who had already died, his eyes filled with gloom.
However, it was at this time that Benfica finally took notice of the aura emanating from the old man standing before him.
That aura, akin to a vampire’s, reeked of blood and darkness but felt much purer to him, without any hint of chaos or corruption.
Knowing that even he, as a legendary vampire, couldn’t achieve this, it reminded him of an ancient legend he had once heard from others.
“Are you Blood Clan?”
Benfica, looking at Burns, asked sternly.
Hearing Benfica’s question, Burns made no expression and simply swung his scythe toward Benfica.
He couldn’t be bothered to answer Benfica, as in his eyes, Benfica was no different from a dead man.
Seeing this, Benfica quickly stepped back to dodge the attack, seeking to escape the area.
If his adversary truly was of the Legendary Bloodline, he stood no chance at all.
It was well-known that the Blood Clan’s suppression of vampires was stronger than that of any priest with the Holy Attribute.
Benfica had never seen a real member of the Blood Clan, but having learned a bit about them, he speculated that there was once a unique connection between them and vampires.
Otherwise, their abilities wouldn’t be so similar.
Benfica was once intrigued by the existence of the Blood Clan, as it could be a path to increasing his own strength if they truly existed.
Information on the Blood Clan was highly hidden among vampires, and only after becoming legendary did Benfica access such knowledge.
According to records, the Blood Clan’s abilities were a complete suppression of vampires, free from any bloodlust or negative statuses.
However, Benfica eventually gave up the pursuit, not for lack of interest, but because he simply couldn’t find any trace of the Blood Clan, leading him to doubt their very existence.
When he had first seen Lis, he felt that the white little bat on Lis’s shoulder had a peculiar aura, but he didn’t pay much attention to it at the time.
Now, he realized that the aura was almost identical to that of the legendary Blood Clan before him.
“We can talk, I didn’t mean any offense.”
Benfica defended himself verbally while secretly looking for an opportunity to leave.
From Burns, he already sensed an intense hostility and fearsome oppressive force.
Burns, his right hand wielding the enormous blood scythe, clenched his left hand towards Benfica.
Suddenly, countless blood chains materialized out of thin air around Benfica and, like serpents, slithered out to shackle his limbs.
Caught off guard, Benfica was bound in place by the blood chains, his face contorted with pain, his bloodshot eyes flickering with terror.
The blood chains pulsed slowly against his skin like living things, draining the life force from within him as if one could see the dark red blood flowing through his veins.
Benfica unleashed a terrifying aura, and the legendary strength instantly swept across the region, the ensuing gale carrying dust and debris in all directions, forcing even a distant Lis to crouch low to withstand the fierce winds.