The drop of blood burned, annihilating his soul at the same time.
With a crash...
The sturdy body of the Mad Lion Duke suddenly collapsed and broke into countless spurting black liquids, sticky and wriggling.
In the darkness, there seemed to be echoes of unwilling roars and growls.
Duke Crazy Lion died.
The Magic-Forbidden Sword lost its light and fell out of control to the ground, making a crisp sound.
Jeanna picked up the iron sword silently, her full chest heaving violently and her breathing heavy.
The bloody shadow has disappeared.
Only the violent pressure remained, oppressing her.
"Is this the power of a demigod? If Augurola had wanted to, both Crazy Lion and I would have been killed by her in an instant. She obviously hates people from the Holy See the most, so why did she let me go?"
Jeanne's face was covered in sweat, and she was panting as she leaned against the wall. Her beautiful, iron-gray eyes were filled with fear.
At that moment just now, she thought she was going to die.
After all, the battle between two sixth-level masters had consumed almost all of their magic power.
At this time a demigod came.
He was a demigod with extremely abnormal combat power, and he could take the head easily.
However, Augurola didn't even seem to look at her and hurried into the Tarot room.
"Oops, Mr. Valerius?"
Jeanne was startled and subconsciously tried to chase after the Tarot cards, but she stumbled and almost fell.
At this moment, her physical strength and magic power could no longer hold on.
"I hope he's okay..."
Jeanne whispered, holding onto the wall.
She didn't chase after him, firstly because she wanted to but didn't have the strength, and secondly because she felt it was unnecessary.
Because when Augurola passed by them, Jeanna saw her expression.
Beneath the seemingly indifferent appearance, there are extremely complex emotions hidden.
Anxious, flustered, hesitant, and nervous.
This is not the kind of emotional fluctuation a demigod should display.
That's a demigod, one who is truly above this world and has reached the level of the gods.
In the world of warlocks, you can become a giant and call the wind and rain.
Qualified to be served and worshipped by countless people.
What could possibly make a person like this lose her composure like this
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Augurola is indeed a demigod, and she has been high and mighty since birth. She is a unique genius in the original family. She became a demigod at a young age and founded the Blood Cult.
She was once at the top of the world.
Even though she fell to the sixth level, she still remained invincible and powerful.
Now that she is back to her peak form, she has naturally become the peerless Blood Queen again.
However, even demigods have things they care about.
What's more, she knew very well who she relied on to return to the demigod realm tonight.
"Something must have happened, otherwise he wouldn't say that to me. Helping me for the last time? Is he trying to distance himself from me? Damn it, what is going on?" Augurola rushed into the dilapidated ancient ship and was swallowed up by endless darkness in an instant.
Whether it was because of hesitation or some other reason, she slowed down and slowly landed on the ground.
The high boots made a crisp sound when they stepped on the floor.
"Calm down, you have to stay calm."
Augurola murmured to himself: "Whatever happened, it must be something wrong on my side. It must be my problem. He wouldn't say that to me for no reason. Did I do something wrong?"
She replayed the series of events in her mind.
From the first meeting to now.
"Is it because of Gaius and Hodel's plan? No, it shouldn't be because of this."
Augurola shook her head, and her cherry-like long hair swayed slightly.
It's obviously just a little devil.
For some reason, when his projection in the sky said those words.
Augurola seemed to sense his inner indifference and felt inexplicably sad.
Yes, it's sad.
She returned to the realm of demigod without a trace of joy.
There is only sadness and a sense of loss and panic.
So she put aside everything else and came here as soon as possible.
She had never been so nervous in her life.
"Well, it must be my fault. Anyway, apologize to him first."
A bloody light flashed in Augurola's beautiful eyes, and countless blood mists enveloped her.
In just a moment, she walked out of the blood mist, with a breathtakingly beautiful face, tall and graceful figure, and a black court dress that outlined her seductive curves. Under the skirt were a pair of snow-white and tight long legs, and a pair of black high boots. She was full of charm and captivated everyone.
Queen form, activated!
At this time, someone walked out of the darkness with slow footsteps.
Augurola's beautiful eyes lit up slightly, she pursed her red lips, smiled and said, "You're out? Are you okay?"
A faint light illuminated the boy's face.
Licinius remained silent, looked at her calmly, and then nodded.
Augurola was slightly startled when she saw his gaze.
This is the look you give a stranger.
"Augurola."
Li Xini said calmly: "Do you remember the roasted sweet potatoes I bought for you in District 6?"
Augurola had a bad feeling, and she unconsciously pinched the hem of her skirt with both hands and hummed.
If others saw this scene, they would probably be shocked.
The arrogant second ancestor.
The most powerful demigod in the world.
Facing a young boy, he was so reserved and nervous.
Just like a girl who has done something wrong while in love, she is at a loss as to what to do.
"I have fulfilled my promise today. Congratulations on becoming a demigod and resurrecting your family."
Licinius said, "But that's all."
Augurola: "..."
"From today on, I will no longer consider you my friend, because I can't do it. Considering our past friendship, I won't take action right away tonight. But from now on, if you want to protect your people, then we are enemies, it's that simple." Li Xini looked at her deeply and passed by her.
"Thank you. You saved me before. Now we are even."
He took a deep breath: "Goodbye..."
As he said this, the boy clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.
Licinius did this not without reason.
The Original Family was one of the real culprits behind the murder of the Frostian Family.
That is, the enemy of Licinius and Noren.
That dark night of ice and snow still haunts him.
However, Augurola was the second ancestor of that family.
Even if she didn't know, those murderers were all her people.
What can we do
Li Xini couldn't force the woman in front of him to betray her family and choose his side.
However, he could not let go of this hatred and pretend that he knew nothing.
If anyone makes Noren cry, Licinius will kill him and his entire family will be wiped out.
It's that simple.
So we have to cut it off and draw a clear line.
From then on, Licinius and the Original Family were enemies.
Starting tomorrow, he will use all his strength to massacre the Original Family.
Until death...
"Hello… "
Augurola hesitated to speak.
Women's sixth sense is very strong.
She vaguely knew what might have happened.
She also knew Licinius's character very well.
He wouldn't say such things to himself if he wasn't 100% sure.
"Is it not possible for me to become a queen?" Augurola said softly.
Licinius walked on without looking back.
"What if I wear the fishnet stockings and black stockings you mentioned?"
Augurola pursed her red lips and continued, "Isn't this possible?"
Licinius still did not look back.
"You can do whatever you want, but please don't be like this, okay? I don't want to be your enemy. If there is anything wrong with what I did, I can correct it for you. After I become a demigod, I will have a lot of things to do."
Augurola hesitated: "But I will come back often to accompany you."
Licinius waved his hand: "I don't have such worldly desires. I'm leaving."
The boy's figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.
Only Augurola was still standing there, her cherry-like long hair swaying in the wind.
The young man walked away.
But she chose not to chase after him.
Augurola is not a stupid woman, she must figure out what the problem is.
"I need to know everything that happened between the Tarot tonight."
She turned around, looked at the dark casino, and said coldly: "Otherwise I will blow this place up."
After a moment's silence, a crystal ball rolled silently to her feet.
The light and shadow began to stir, illuminating the woman's stunningly beautiful and enchanting face.
The tragic gambling game was reflected in her beautiful bright red eyes.
Spilled blood.