Chapter 256 Domain!
The moment the words fell, a drop of blood dripped from Roxelle's fingertips and gently hit the ground, turning into a crimson ripple.
At the same time, the purple flames on Zacro's body suddenly surged, and the strong wind swept up ashes all over the sky. The twisted flames condensed into a huge demonic shadow behind him, as if reality itself was distorted in fear.
The air solidified at this moment, darkness and blood intertwined, as if time itself was holding its breath for this battle.
Zacro moved first.
His palms suddenly opened, purple flames spurted out from the ground, and countless purple flame spears shot straight towards Roxai with a harsh roar.
Each spear made of flames carries terrible fear energy. The air they pass through is distorted, and the rocks on the ground are instantly turned into black dust, as if everything that touches the flames will be completely destroyed.
"Go to hell!" Zakro's voice was filled with anger and pain.
Roxai's eyes darkened and his steps did not move. He just raised his hand, and a scarlet blood mist spread from his palm, floating in the air like some kind of ghost.
Blood mist condensed in front of him, turning into a crystal clear blood crystal barrier.
The purple flame spear hit the barrier, the flames roared, and the bloody barrier trembled slightly, but it did not move at all.
"This little flame can't hurt me."
Roxelle's voice was gentle and elegant. He waved his hand gently, and the blood crystal barrier instantly turned into fine blood fibers and dispersed.
The bloodshot eyes did not dissipate.
As he held his backhand, the thousands of filaments seemed to suddenly come to life, weaving into hungry beasts in the air, and pounced on Zakro like hungry wolves!
Looking at the sudden change of moves, Zacro's expression changed suddenly. He suddenly raised his hand, and a huge purple flame condensed in his palm, slamming forward.
"Fear Flow!" Zakro growled, with madness in his voice.
The purple flames swept out like a violent torrent, and the flames were accompanied by countless shrill whispers, as if countless souls were wailing in them. The fear energy spread with the flames, and the entire battlefield was distorted in an instant. The air seemed to be compressed to the limit, the ground began to crack, and gravel flew everywhere!
However, the blood mist seemed unaffected and continued to spread towards Zakro, passing through the purple flames as if it was unimpeded.
Zacro's heart sank.
Obviously!
Roxai's ability is not just about defense!
Just as he expected, a terrifying energy was brewing in the blood mist, eating away at everything that stood in its way, like an endless abyss!
Zacro's pupils contracted violently, and he could feel the power mercilessly devouring his fear energy.
Unwilling to sit still and wait for death, he let out a low roar in his throat, stretched out his hand and tore his arm, and dark purple blood spurted out and dripped into the burning flames.
"Fear Sacrifice - The Devil is Coming!" Zacro's voice was filled with madness and despair, "Go to hell!!!"
The shadows on the ground suddenly began to twist and squirm, as if the darkness had come to life!
Immediately afterwards, a huge purple claw emerged from the depths of the flames, carrying the power of decay and destruction, and smashed towards Roxai!
The surface of the claws is covered with ferocious warts and exudes a disgusting smell. Even just looking at it is enough to make people lose their Sanity level.
But that is only for ordinary people.
Roxelle raised his head slightly, his face still calm, as if everything in front of him didn't matter.
He softly spit out a few short syllables, his voice was light but as heavy as a thousand pounds!
"The blood realm is expanding."
The blood mist in the sky instantly condensed into countless blood-red whips, frantically wrapping around that huge claw!
The whip was like a roaring thorn, twisting and shrinking, trying to crush the claws, and the sharp thorns penetrated deep into it!
Zacro's pupils shrank suddenly, watching in disbelief as his fear energy was being absorbed by Roxelle.
"This is impossible..." He gritted his teeth, his voice filled with shock and anger, half in disbelief.
He knows Roxelle's strength.
Although this guy is indeed a Grandmaster, his strength should be very high, just like his two grandsons... they are just a vase suppressed by their parents, strong on the outside but weak on the inside!
Looking back at himself, he was not only a general on the battlefield, but also the real head of the Dragon family!
Whether it is resourcefulness or bravery, he has the confidence that he will never lose!
Even if he faced Caesar Colin, he was still strong enough to fight. How could he be so inseparable from a junior? !
Zacro's analysis is actually not unreasonable. The level of extraordinary power in this world does not mean absolute strength, just like the test scores of Demon King Academy are just one of the indicators to measure strength.
However, this guy still forgot that the last time he fought on the battlefield was more than a hundred years ago, and a hundred years of vicissitudes of life were enough to change too many things, whether it was others or himself.
It is true that Roxelle is a weak heir, and his indecisive character is indeed not favored by many nobles, but what overshadows him is Caesar Colin after all - the most unfathomable military minister in the six-person cabinet, the vampire prince in his prime, and a living legend that the Colin family is proud of!
Still able to fight against Caesar?
At any rate, Caesar obviously didn’t know about this.
Unable to accept this cruel reality, Zacro let out an angry roar.
His hands clenched into fists, and purple flames exploded around him, trying to release more fear energy and break through the shackles of the blood realm.
However, Roxelle just slowly raised his right hand, and the blood mist in his palm condensed into a crystal clear blood crystal sword, and then he swung it down cleanly!
"Broken."
The bloody blade flashed away, and the purple flame claws shattered into countless fragments and flew away!
Zacro's body shook violently, and his chest was hit by a powerful force. His whole body flew out like a kite with a broken string, and hit the wall of the ruins heavily.
The wall collapsed, rubble flew everywhere, and he was completely buried under the dust!
The dust stirred up and filled the entire street, as miserable as if it had been washed by cannonballs.
Roxelle frowned slightly.
Because the victory was so smooth, it was difficult for him not to wonder if this guy had some back-up plan, so he stopped moving forward.
However, when he saw Zacro struggling to climb up from the rubble, breathing heavily, he couldn't help but doubt his own intuition——
Have he been too careful?
At this moment, Zacro's face was horribly pale, with cold sweat oozing out from his forehead. His palms were gripping the ground, and his nails were deeply dug into the charred earth. The purple flames wrapped around his body were no longer as violent as before. They were bright and dim at times, and looked very weak, almost to the point of running out of oil.
It's obvious——
I am no match for this guy!
This cruel truth is like a sharp dagger, piercing Zacro's heart fiercely, leaving no room for any doubt.
He adjusted his breathing and slowly stood up from the ruins. His eyes were filled with fear and despair, as well as resentment and anger.
Various complex emotions were intertwined, and suddenly turned into crazy laughter, spurting out from his chest.
"Haha...hahahaha...! Very good! You are very powerful, and you are worthy of being the next head of the Colin family, but - I'm afraid you haven't understood the power of the domain yet!"
"Oh?" Roxelle raised her eyebrows in disbelief, looked at him with interest and said, "Have you understood it again?"
"To be honest... Although I have neglected my practice, my study of the power of rules has not stopped in the past hundred years. Haha, if old guys like us don't have any wealth in our stomachs, wouldn't we be outclassed by younger generations like you."
Zacro had a sick smile on his face, coughed, and bright red blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and continued miserably.
"Since you want to see it so much... then I'll let you take a look at my real trump card."
Rules are the domain of gods.
Mortals cannot touch it in their lifetime!
Only demigods can create limited rules in a small world, and these limited rules are the power of the domain!
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding air suddenly became sinister, and purple flames wrapped around him and continued to flow, as if summoning some kind of terrifying power!
Roxelle's expression had a hint of deep thought, and his serious expression seemed a little more serious.
However, he still did not act rashly, but quietly observed the flow of magic power and analyzed its changes.
In this regard, Roxsay felt that Luo Yan was very similar to him. He was better at using his brain than using force to suppress the opponent, and would never attack without complete assurance. On the contrary, Vivian is more like his father, Caesar Colin, who prefers to rush forward rather than think carefully, and is not like himself at all.
Of course, emotionally the two children seem to be the other way around.
Roxelle always felt that her son's affinity with the opposite sex was a little too good, just like his father when he was young, while Vivian was more extreme than herself in terms of emotions. Because her arrogant personality and violent temper had reached the point where everyone was afraid of her, she had only recently become more sensible and restrained herself.
Speaking of this matter, he was quite grateful to Luo Yan for not taking his hatred out on her, but for influencing her with love.
Just when he was distracted for a moment, Zacro seemed to have finally completed his preparations.
The increasingly thick purple flame gradually turned into dark brown, spurting out from his expanding body, instantly covering the entire ruins!
His palm was suddenly pressed to the ground, and an eerie wave spread. Black runes emerged from his fingertips, and the light condensed into barrier lines in the air, quickly spreading to the entire battlefield along the spread wings!
"Altar of releasing fear - come down!"
"In my kingdom!!!"
Boom——!
Purple flames swept across the entire night sky of Black Wind Castle in an instant. Among the ruins of the Goblin community, pitch-black totems rose from the ground, twisted flames burned in the void, and the surrounding air seemed to become heavy, echoing with heart-stopping whispers.
The residents of Blackwind Castle felt an invisible chill, which was the fear coming from the depths of their souls.
The goblins hiding in the ruins, the frightened workers who ran away, and even the players watching the battle from a distance were all enveloped by a strange spiritual pressure, and the fear in their hearts seemed to be infinitely magnified, eroding their sanity!
A hell dwarf craftsman who was watching the battle suddenly lost his eyesight, his legs became weak, and he knelt down tremblingly.
He looked at the purple flames burning around him, his eyes filled with uncontrollable fear, muttering to himself, and occasionally screaming loudly.
「No...don’t come over...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhiestiestiests!
The surrounding civilians, low-level soldiers, and even some weak-willed players felt their hearts beating rapidly and their hairs standing on end. It seemed that once they fell into this kind of fear, they would never be able to break free!
Feeling the fear that penetrated the device directly into the soul, [Dragon Travels Ten Thousand Miles] could not help but let out a cheerful dragon roar.
"Damn... why do you feel so good?"
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Zacro stood in the center of the Altar of Fear, the aura in his body was rising crazily, and his embarrassed expression became sharp again.
"Hahahaha... have you seen it? This is power, real fear!" His voice echoed like a ghost, like blowing a trumpet of victory, "Residents of Black Wind Castle, be afraid! Tremble! Give me your fear, and I will use it to rebuild my power!"
The wounds on his body are healing rapidly, and the declining aura is strong again!
At this moment, he seemed to be on an altar condensed by the fear of countless people, absorbing the fear of the unknown and the trembling of death, and transforming it into the purest dark energy!
Roxelle watched all this quietly, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
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"Not a bad idea."
But -
"A little rough."
He commented softly, and then stretched out his palm.
His fingertips condensed a drop of blood, and flew out thousands of threads, floating in the air, weaving into a huge bloody web.
The surrounding air suddenly changed.
Black and white faded from the sky and the earth, leaving only scarlet blood!
「Temple of Blood——」
“Open!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature on the battlefield dropped suddenly, and a strong blood energy swept through Zacro's Altar of Fear like a tide.
Scarlet light covered the entire battlefield in an instant, and the sky seemed to be dyed crimson, like a palace rising from the ground, swallowing up the scrawled ceremony entirely!
The purple flame that originally enveloped the Goblin community began a horrific withering under the shroud of the Blood Temple. Those flames burning with fear energy seemed to be drained of life the moment they came into contact with the blood. They quickly faded and withered, and eventually turned into pools of bright red liquid, which eventually became nutrients for the Temple of Blood to continue to grow.
Looking around, Zacro's expression changed from ecstasy to unbelievable shock.
"This... what the hell?!"
He turned around suddenly and stared at the bloody temple, only to see Roxelle standing in the center of the temple.
Blood mist rolled under his feet, like an endless abyss crawling.
This guy has also awakened the power of the domain? !
This, how is this possible? !
Could it be that——
He has broken through the bottleneck of being a master? !
But how is this possible? !
If the soul level of a grandmaster can be reached innately, then some chance will be needed to go one step further.
For example, the selection of the devil, such as specific rituals or artifacts, the situation of each family is different.
Taking the Colin family as an example, only by inheriting the title of prince of the Principality of Colin can one become the only vampire prince in the whole hell. Once one gives up the title of prince and enters the Senate as an elder, his strength will decline to the state before inheriting the title within ten or decades. Generally speaking, it is a Grandmaster, but occasionally it is Amethyst. After all, only gods can see the soul level, and mortals can only rely on their own intuition to guess.
Or become a lich and use evil rituals to devour the souls of others. Or he could become the chosen one of the Demon God and break through his upper limit in a way other than the title... But generally speaking, the Demon God would not assign the status of the chosen one to the members of the Colin family. After all, their own surname is already a legend, and the Demon God has no reason to give them more historical missions, unless the Demon God wants to replace himself.
It is precisely for this reason that it is almost impossible for two demigods to appear in a family, unless it is an extreme coincidence, such as catching up with the transfer of power, such as catching up with a special historical cycle.
However, looking at Roxai's domain, Zacro was so confused that he lost his words for a moment.
It can’t be wrong——
That is clearly the power of the domain!
Zacro's heart beat violently.
He could feel that what enveloped this space was not just a thick bloody fog, but a purgatory that continuously sucked out life and blood!
Roxai's Blood Temple not only devoured his Altar of Fear, but also deprived him of the fear energy he had just absorbed in an incredible way, pulling it out of his body and turning it into his own power!
"I guess you are wondering if I have broken through again... right?" As if seeing through his thoughts, Roxelle chuckled and said, "In fact, it is not that mysterious. The Dragon family is not the only one who studies the power of rules. We also have our own research and pass it down from generation to generation along our bloodline, rather than holding it in our own hands... Of course, I am not laughing at you."
Having said that, there was obvious sarcasm in his voice.
Zacro's expression was extremely ugly, he gritted his teeth, and his voice finally became filled with complete fear.
"You...you...what kind of monsters are you?"
Roxey did not answer, he just walked towards Zachro quietly.
With every step he took, the blood mist became denser, suppressing Zacro's purple flames and swallowing up all his escape routes.
The imprint of the Temple of Blood has already been planted deep in Zakro's blood vessels, like a skinny palm holding his heart.
In Roxeye's eyes, Zakro is no different than a dead person - even if the latter knows nothing about it!
Looking at Roxey, who was pressing closer, Zacro's breathing became rapid, his chest heaved violently, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
All of his trump cards have been used, but in the end this is the result!
This was probably the first time in his life that he felt the powerlessness of being unable to defeat his opponent, and the fear of being completely in despair.
Even though he had been on the front line as a general of the Red Flame Legion, no one could force him to this position...
No matter what, he must leave here!
Zacro's pupils shrank slightly, his eyes flashed crazily, and a thought instantly appeared in his mind -
Luo Yan!
That guy is still in the Lord's Mansion now!
If he could hijack Luo Yan, he might be able to counter Roxai, or even force him to give up the pursuit!
And not only can I escape, but I can also seize the secrets about the gods from that kid!
Even though his life was at stake, Zacro still did not give up his dream of becoming a god. The secret in Luo Yan's hands was like a stamp on his soul!
Even now, he still doesn’t have the slightest doubt!
Roxelle frowned slightly.
He smelled a bad smell from Zacro's body, but he couldn't tell what it was.
While he was thinking for a moment, Zacro's eyes suddenly became fierce, and the purple flames around him suddenly erupted, preparing to launch a final fierce attack on Roxai.
At the moment when Roxai waved his hand to summon a bloody shield to block it, the already exhausted flame bullets quickly disintegrated into sparks all over the sky!
That was just a feint from him!
Zacro showed a successful expression after feinting a shot, his legs suddenly exerted force, and his body rushed to one side like an arrow from the string, trying to escape from this realm of death, and then ran straight towards the lord's mansion.
However, he did not see a cold smile on Roxelle's lips as he stood in the Temple of Blood.
"Have you finally thought of it?"
He had already guessed that Zakro would not continue the glorious duel to the end, after all, the guy never picked up his gloves from beginning to end.
However, this is exactly what he expected.
Vivian gave her first love to Luo Yan, which was something he did not expect, but if that were the case, Luo Yan's soul level should be much higher than before, and even if it could not reach the level of diamond, it would be at the level of gold or even platinum.
Killing Elder Zakro is enough for him to complete a promotion!
From silver to gold!
This is another secret discovered by the Colin family, although it may not be the only one discovered by the Colin family.
That is, if the killing is done by one's own hands, even if one does not fuse the other person's soul through the undead ritual, one can still draw a small amount of extraordinary power from the other person's body!
The greater the strength gap between the two sides, the more share the weak will get!
Gold level strength is enough for a lord who is active in the border area. Most demons are at this level when they are in their early twenties.
As long as he doesn't act too arrogantly and attracts real brave men or the regular army of the empire, basically no one can threaten his safety.
Failing to give Tiffany's child any identity has always been a thorn in Roxey's heart. He has been living in self-blame every day for the past twenty years... Now he finally has the opportunity to make some small compensation to the child he owes the most.
"It's up to you to finish him off with your own hands." A soft smile appeared on the corner of Roxelle's lips.
The night wind blew through the burning ruins, and the Temple of Blood slowly disappeared.
He walked in the direction of Zakro's escape and followed him unhurriedly.
At the same time, on the other side, looking at Elder Zakro who was speeding towards him, everyone in the lord's mansion felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy...
(End of this chapter)