More than a dozen figures rushed into the dim blood moon in the sky almost in no particular order.
The full moon seemed to be bitten from all sides by a dozen hellhounds.
Visible gaps suddenly appeared on the round blood moon.
Black lines are like silkworms on a mulberry leaf, gnawing from all sides of the leaf towards the center.
Soon the two black lines came into contact and collided with each other!
In the mysterious blood moon space, a palm-sized golden bat opened its fangs and swallowed the energy of the abyss origin in the blood moon. Streams of dark mist were constantly swallowed into its mouth.
Dracula enjoyed the pleasure of the sudden surge of power in his body. The golden fur on his bat wings turned into blood-red as he continued to devour the power of the abyss.
This means that he is breaking through the bottleneck of the vampire clan and transforming towards "God".
Vampires are very similar to dragons. The power of their orthodox bloodlines will grow with the passage of time, as they are an immortal species.
Although they are afraid of light and suck blood, their long lifespan is the envy of many races.
However, compared with those ancient dragons that are said to be comparable to gods, the power of the vampire clan has a clear upper limit.
The power of ordinary vampires is limited by the parents who gave them the First Embrace. In theory, few people can surpass the vampire who gave them the First Embrace.
Dracula is an exception. He is one of the few daywalkers in thousands of years and one of the few vampires with the strength of a prince.
However, among the vampire clan, except for the legendary ancestor of the blood clan Cain, the blood witch Lilith and a few second-generation vampires, very few vampires can break through the bottleneck of the prince, let alone reach the level of the Lord of Hell.
Dracula, who was devouring the source of the abyss in big mouthfuls, suddenly felt as if the power of the abyss, which was like a tide, was empty. His fangs sucked violently, and a foul smell made him feel dizzy from his intoxication.
A cloud of blood mist rose, and the golden bat transformed into a handsome middle-aged man in a cloak.
"Uornos!?"
Dracula looked at the man in the black cloak opposite him, feeling the familiar energy fluctuations, and was a little surprised.
"Hehehe! Dracula, long time no see. I remember the last time we met was in the Middle Ages!" The figure in the black cloak took off his hood, revealing a white skull.
The fire of the soul burned in its eye sockets, and its upper and lower jaws opened and closed, greeting Dracula.
"You actually sneaked in as well!" Dracula's face was stern, and a ball of blood-red flame quietly condensed in his palm.
"I still have a few old friends in the Dark Council. You guys are mobilizing people on such a large scale, so I had to come and take a look. I didn't expect this, I really didn't expect this!"
Urnos laughed strangely and said, "I never thought that my long-cherished wish for hundreds of years would have to be fulfilled by you, the Dark Council!"
"This power!" Urnos stretched out his bone claws like a drunken man, and suddenly swung them towards Dracula.
A wave of dark energy swept past, and a raging fire suddenly burned under Dracula.
Urnos looked at the blazing pale undead flames with excitement, but unfortunately, before Urnos could be happy for long, a blood-colored cloud rose from the flames.
They transformed into countless palm-sized golden bats and pounced towards Urnos. Blood-colored mist spewed out from the corners of their mouths, corroding the surrounding space with a sizzling sound.
Looking at these bats, Urnos's face changed drastically. He retreated quickly, and a bone cane appeared in his bone claws. He waved the cane, and hundreds of phosphorous poisonous flames the size of a human head shot towards the golden bats.
Unfortunately, Urnos obviously underestimated the speed of those golden bats. After these phosphorus fireballs hit the golden bats hard, those golden bats quickly dissipated like bubbles.
Apparently, what Urnos hit was just the afterimage of Dracula's bat.
Urnos turned his head suddenly. Behind him, a group of golden bats were gathering together and transforming into the appearance of Dracula. The moment Urnos turned his head, a hand burning with blood-red flames grabbed his face fiercely.
"Not the real body!?"
Dracula snapped the neck of the skeleton in his hand with a sound of Kachacha, and looked behind him gloomily. He did not feel the power of the origin of the abyss dimension absorbed by Urnos. Obviously, this skeleton was not Urnos's real body.
If you want to kill a necromancer, you have to find its life box. Urnos's life box is obviously also in this blood moon space.
However, compared to finding Urnos who is hiding somewhere, the most important thing for Dracula now is to absorb as much power of the origin of the dimension as possible.
Dracula quickly transformed into a group of golden bats and pounced towards the next black fog that symbolized the origin of the abyss.
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In a black fog that symbolizes the origin of the abyss dimension, several cloaked men surrounded a wooden box that looked like an urn.
This wooden box engraved with black wizard runes was like a bottomless whirlpool in the black fog, and the endless black fog around it was swallowed up by this whirlpool.
"Another clone has been lost!"
"It's Dracula!"
"The most important thing now is to integrate the origin of this dimensional space as quickly as possible.
Become the ruler of this dimensional world! As long as you become the Lord of Hell, both the Dark Council and the human who is chasing us like a stray dog will be nothing more than ants that can be easily crushed to death! "
The same resentful voice came from under the cloaks of several cloaked men surrounding the wooden box.
At the moment when the black fog symbolizing the origin of the abyss was completely absorbed by Urnos's life box, a blood-red light suddenly jumped out.
The blood-red blade drew a nearly perfect arc, and with one slash, it surrounded the life box, and several clones of Urnos were turned into powder in the blood.
The life box trembled, and the magic runes around it flickered with light, ready to tear through space and get away from here.
A flash of bloody knife light appeared, directly splitting the life box into two. After a shrill scream, a flash of blood light appeared, revealing the true form of the Heavenly Demon Blood Knife.
At the knife-like jaws of the sheep-headed demon, the swallowing demon mouth opened and directly swallowed up the large amount of black fog that wanted to dissipate.
After devouring the origin of the black fog, the Demonic Blood Sword flashed with blood, and a blood-robed Taoist who looked 70% similar to Boss Tang appeared on the spot. He took a step forward and tore the space apart directly.
... ... ...
A monster had a pale face, with a hexagram flashing in its child's hole. It used its powerful magic power, which came from the infinite vitality of the Lord of Hell, to quickly repair his broken body.
Strands of flesh spread out, covering his wounds, scabbing and falling off.
After using his magic to repair his body, the Winged Demon Lord took a deep breath.
That group of humans was too terrifying. His body tissue was already three times harder than steel.
Even the claws of a high-level war demon could not cause any harm to him.
But, the human leader of the group of wizards who invaded the abyss actually tore open such a hard and solid body with his hands. Is this possible? It is absolutely impossible
"No, we have to absorb more Abyss Essence before these humans—"
The Winged Demon Lord suddenly turned pale, and a Taoist in blood-stained clothes appeared in front of him.
An energy black hole appeared beside the Winged Demon Lord, and a beam of blood light burst out from the black hole, directly splitting the Winged Demon Lord into two.
The Winged Demon Lord's essence and soul were absorbed by the Blood-Clothed Taoist and used to temper the blade.
Not only that, the abyss essences that the Winged Demon Lord devoured also turned into black mist and were sucked into his body.
The Blood-Clothed Taoist, or the Heavenly Demon Transformed into Blood-Cloaked Demon Sword, only needs to eat a lot.
The method of refining the Heavenly Demon Blood Demon Sword comes from the Asura Path in the Yama world, an existence that is very similar to hell in origin. It devours everything, including all living things it can see!
This is the devouring instinct of the Blood Demon Sword.
After the Blood-Clothed Taoist devoured the Winged Demon Lord, he broke through the space and looked for his next victim.
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In the blood moon's origin space, a monster that stood dozens of meters tall raised its head from the black fog in surprise.
Looking at the Taoist in blood-stained clothes who appeared above his head.
It seemed to see a blood-colored knife light appearing behind the Taoist priest in blood-stained robes.
It was a blood-red sword several hundred meters long.
The shadow of the long sword flashed with blood and slashed directly towards it.
He slashed at the most powerful monster in the abyss of hell.
It stood up and tried to run, but it was too late.
Directly split into two.
The Blood-robed Taoist swept his eyes over the monster's corpse.
Bloody light flashed in his eyes, devouring the monster flesh.
The shadow of the blood knife behind him had unknowingly expanded to two kilometers in length.
All the essence of the power of the abyss that was absorbed was extracted and used to temper the blade.
The Heavenly Demon Blood Demon Sword was rapidly increasing in strength to an abnormal degree.
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At the place where the Winged Demon Lord had just escaped, several members of the Dark Council who had joined forces were surrounding a skinny old man like stars surrounding the moon.
"Chairman, now that those demons are gone, you should quickly integrate these abyss essences to prevent any accidents!"
A dark councillor holding a fist-sized crystal ball in his hand walked up to the Dark Council Speaker to present his treasure. Inside the crystal ball, rolling black mist was swirling, representing the original power of this abyss world.
The Speaker nodded approvingly and was about to reach out to take the crystal ball.
"Puff", a dagger suddenly emerged from the Speaker's heart.
A faint dark red abyss demonic energy loomed on the dagger, and a wisp of black gas slowly spurted out from the blade of the dagger. The skin near the speaker's chest immediately turned into a glaring blue-black color.
A deadly force that could kill everything quickly spread within the Speaker's body. The magic power in the Speaker's body and the deadly force collided and devoured each other, making explosions and roars similar to the sound of ice water being poured onto a red-hot iron plate.
The blow pierced through the heart. Even though the Speaker was extremely powerful, he was severely injured by the sudden attack.
The furious Speaker grabbed the dagger that was stuck in his body with his backhand and pulled it out of his body.
A column of blood spurted out of his body. The originally red blood was mixed with a strange black and red color, like the color of spoiled pig blood.
The dagger was pulled out, and the Speaker's body trembled violently. The pain that penetrated deep into his soul made his face twitch.
However, the Speaker is also a ruthless man. He glanced at several of his "confidants" who retreated dozens of meters after a successful attack!
He looked at the dagger in his hand and laughed. He had seen this sword before.
The dagger made of abyss copper was extremely sharp, and the magic runes on it were extremely eye-catching. If he remembered correctly, he found this sword in a Greek ruins.
It is said to be the artifact of Anubis, and two popes of the Holy See were killed by this dagger.
Later, the sword suddenly disappeared at some point. He searched for it for a long time, but unexpectedly, it appeared here and was used by his own confidant to assassinate him.
How ironic.
The Speaker only felt that his body, which had been tempered by his own magic power for countless years, was like a large bag of potassium cyanide suddenly sprinkled into a tank of pure water, and then a jar of ink was poured on it. The terrible poison and pollution were spreading rapidly in his body.
The speaker, whose heart was pierced, was twitching all over.
"What do you want?" The Speaker slowly raised his head and looked at several confidants who were standing far away from him.
"Becoming the immortal Lord of Hell, becoming a god, isn't that enough!"
A dark councillor looked at the dying Speaker and responded viciously.
"Enough, it's really enough!" The Speaker tilted his head with a very strange expression on his face.
"I have used this body for hundreds of years. Unfortunately, I originally planned to cultivate this body into my divine messenger, saint, and agent after I became the Lord of Hell!"
A dark councillor felt a chill in his heart as he listened to the dying old man's strange words. He raised his hand and
A streak of light rushed to the side of the Speaker and turned into a hammer, smashing hard on his head.
This streak of light caused the Speaker's head to explode, and his body shattered like porcelain without any resistance, and black and red blood spurted everywhere.
"Gudong!" The congressman who had succeeded in the sneak attack did not feel the slightest bit of joy.
A skeleton with glistening bones was standing where the Speaker had just stood, with black flames dozens of meters high rising from the surface of the skeleton.
In the skeleton's bony claws, a medieval-shaped bone sword was trembling slightly, with wisps of black flames visible at the tip of the sword. Wherever the sword passed, the air was cut open with a very thin black mark that took a long time to heal.
The eyes of several members of the Dark Council shrank, they looked at each other, and then looked at the skeletons opposite them with a somewhat dry voice:
"I never thought you had broken through the boundaries between humans and gods. You are worthy of being called the strongest wizard besides the Supreme Wizard! We all underestimated you, Lord Speaker!"
"Ancient One, I dare not compare myself with that pervert, but after obtaining the origin of this abyss world and becoming the Lord of Hell, I will trample her under my feet one day!"
The Dark Council Chairman, who had turned into a skeleton, glanced at the few confidants who had betrayed him, and swung his sword
The black force of death swept towards them with a huge black light. Everything within a hundred miles was completely destroyed. All objects, including those dark councilors, were vaporized in an instant.