Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 35 Bloody Night Arrives

"Under the bloody night, the fateful pact was awakened, but the hunter had already chosen his prey."

The blood-red candlelight flickered, illuminating the broken marble floor. The air was filled with the sweet and fishy smell of blood. The entire Blood Castle seemed to have sunk into an endless abyss, waiting for the arrival of death and killing.

The Duke's voice was low and calm: "Kill them all."

He didn't even give the order, and the vampires had already moved.

This is not an order, but the carnival horn that the vampires have longed for.

In the darkness, dozens of bloody shadows rushed out like evil spirits, their fangs gleaming coldly in the candlelight, their red cloaks rustling, and their sharp claws and scarlet blood drew tracks of death in the air.

The killing situation has already arrived.

"O ghostly flame of those returning home...send them on their way."

Siming flipped his fingertips, and a card burned out, turning into a blue flame lantern, floating quietly in the air.

The cold flame freezes any living thing that touches it, and even the vampires with their regenerative abilities cannot easily break free.

In an instant, a blood shadow broke through the air, and the sharp claws of the blood clan viscount tore through the air and headed straight for Sima Ming's eyebrows.

hiss--!
Will-o'-the-wisp suddenly wrapped around his arm, a cold blue flame spreading instantly. The Viscount's pupils constricted, and he let out a shrill scream. His arm began to freeze, and pale frost marks quickly spread across his body. The next second, the ice crystals shattered, and his entire arm turned to powder, dispersing on the wind.

Sima Ming's eyes were cold, and he flicked his finger lightly, and the ghost fire slowly floated towards another target.

"Hey, my Lord Duke, my gun is not picky."

Natasha licked her lips and turned her hands slightly. Two old revolvers emerged from the void. Twisted runes were engraved on the silver gun bodies, and dark red flames were slightly jumping at the muzzles.

Crazy Fire Girl, the bullets change with the user's mental state, and every shot is a carnival of death.

boom! boom! boom!
Gunshots exploded, flaming bullets tore through the air, and the trajectory suddenly fissioned in mid-air, turning into dozens of shrapnel that poured out like a rainstorm!

Several vampires fell to the ground screaming, flaming bullets embedded in their flesh, scorching runes exploded in their bodies, and unquenchable flames gnawed at their bodies. Even the powerful vampire recovery ability could not resist the burning.

Natasha narrowed her eyes, gently turning the cylinder with her fingertips, revealing a playful sneer.

"Not crazy enough... let's try something more exciting."

"Belfrost, track!"

Roca threw the card violently, black runes exploded on the ground, blazing red flames gushed out from the abyss, and a huge hound stepped out of the flames.

The Hellhound, the most bloodthirsty hunter, will not stop once it sets its sights on its prey.

As the hound took a step, lava-like footprints spread on the ground. It suddenly opened its bloody mouth and locked onto a vampire count who was trying to get around from behind. The next moment, it pounced on him!

Fangs tore at flesh, and the hound's fire spread along the earl's body, searing his bones.

The Blood Count fought back furiously, drawing his short blade and slashing at the hound's head. However, the flames consumed everything, and his screams echoed across the battlefield.

"Urkag, tear them apart!"

The battle axes stirred up a bloody storm, and the roars of the mad axe orcs shook the entire battlefield.

Loren's summoned beast suddenly leaped up, its muscles swelled like a mountain, and its battle axe swung in the wind, chopping down heavily!

A flash of blood exploded, and the bodies of several vampire viscounts were torn apart.

However, several vampire earls attacked at the same time, and their blood energy condensed into sharp blades, cutting through the air and instantly tearing apart the body of the Mad Axe Orc.

Loren quickly retreated, his face grim, and he cursed softly, "Their blood power is too strong... We need to change our strategy."

"Narvia, tie them up." Avel's figure disappeared into the shadows, whispering some ancient spell.

The Earthbound Spirit, the shadow of death, can lock the soul of its prey and make their shadow its prison.

Pitch-black chains crawled out from the ground, silently clinging to the figures of several vampire viscounts. In an instant, their shadows seemed to be imprisoned in place, unable to move!
Avel sneered and disappeared in an instant. The next second, the sharp dagger quietly pierced the back of the neck of one of the vampires. Blood splattered and the body slowly fell down.

"Camilla, protect me."

The black coffin slowly opened, and an illusory blood shadow emerged, surrounding Hermann.

The Blood Coffin Maid uses blood as her contract and fate as her shield.

Herman didn't take action directly, but whispered to his teammates: "Give me some time... I need to prepare."

His pocket watch spun slightly, a low, mysterious murmur echoing in his ears. Time seemed to be twisting around him, and some kind of power was brewing.

The battle continues, the vampires roar
For the first time, the encirclement and suppression of the vampires suffered a real impact.

The marble floor was covered with burning corpses. Flames, frost, shadow binding, and battle axes, every force was tearing apart the vampire formation.

However, the Duke still stood there quietly.

He did not take action, did not order reinforcements, and did not show any panic.

His gaze slowly swept across the entire battlefield, finally landing on Siming, revealing a deep smile.

"You guys are indeed more interesting than those ordinary outsiders."

Siming glanced at him with a sharp gaze and whispered:

"The game isn't over yet, Your Majesty."

The murderous intent in the air has not dissipated, and the battle continues——

And they all knew that the real crisis had not yet arrived.

The bloody battlefield was completely engulfed by blood energy, and the situation that was originally slightly advantageous was reversed in an instant.

The three Blood Marquises finally attacked, their blood energy surging like a tsunami. The entire hall seemed to fall into a suffocating silence. The air grew heavy, and every breath was tinged with the sweet, fishy smell of rust.

Viscount Red Wing emerged silently, his heavy sword slowly raised, a blood-red glow lingering along its edge, clinging to it like a living being. His gaze was cold, like the Grim Reaper examining a soul about to enter the afterlife, and his crimson pupils were fixed fixedly on Siming.

A violent impact immediately broke out.

Roka's hound howled and disintegrated under the onslaught of blood energy, its massive body reduced to molten fragments that vaporized in the air, leaving not even a trace of debris. Loren's axe-mad orcs were not spared either. Before their axes could swing again, they were torn apart by the terrifying blood energy, dispersing into a bloody mist that filled the air.

Hiding in the shadows, Avel attempted a final blow, but before his shadow-binding chains could fully form, they were shattered by the vampire Count's blood energy. His figure was exposed, and he was blown away by an invisible force, slamming heavily against the stone pillar. Blood gushed from his mouth, and his face instantly turned as pale as paper.

The suppression of the blood clan has completely arrived.

The Duke watched all this coldly, a faint smile curling up at the corner of his lips. He remained motionless, not even a fingertip trembling. He simply stood there quietly, like a god on a throne, overlooking this hunt whose outcome had already been foreordained.

"An interesting struggle." His voice slowly rose, deep and distant, like the sound of a midnight bell, ringing a judgment that could not be disobeyed. "But do you really think that the prey can escape the hunter's net?"

His gaze swept over the fallen Avel, Roca, who had lost his summoned beast, the gloomy Loren, and Siming, who stood still. The vampire army remained unbreakable. The three Blood Lords had already taken action, and the balance of the battle was undoubtedly tilting in their favor.

Hermann panted softly, the pocket watch in his hand slowly spinning, and a mysterious whisper lingered in his ears. His eyes trembled slightly, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and his lips moved almost imperceptibly: "Hold on a little longer... I'm almost done."

But is there still enough time?
Siming's fingers curled slightly, his eyes dark as the night as he gazed at the Duke's unwavering figure. He had long understood that the other party had never truly attacked, and that the mere presence of his vampire subordinates was enough to put them in an irresistible and desperate situation.

The situation becomes increasingly serious, and the balance of life and death slowly tilts in an unknown direction.

(End of this chapter)