The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

That massive, muscular, jet-black horse with two eerie green phosphorescent flames burning eternally in its eye sockets faithfully guarded its master.

Even as Star Square turned into a living hell, and soldiers' blood splattered on its iron hooves, it did not move an inch. Only its eerie green eyes flickered more violently, displaying the ferocity and restlessness unique to magical beasts.

"Hiss! His ...

A terrifying shriek, sharp enough to tear the soul apart, suddenly erupted from the grotesque horse head covered in bone spikes!

Its enormous horse-eye, burning with eerie green phosphorescent flames, was instantly swallowed and covered by molten lava, as if it had been poured into it!

Two thick, chaotic, blood-red lights, seemingly formed from pure rage and madness, exploded violently in its deep eye sockets!

The massive body of the monster horse began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

The muscles covered by a thick layer of keratin slid and spasmed under the skin like waves.

The thick iron hooves frantically pounded the ground, each strike accompanied by a cracking sound.

Its head, covered in bone spurs, suddenly jerked upwards, its blood-red eyes fixed on Cyril, who was standing on it, with a fierce and venomous gaze.

"You beast! How dare you!" Cyril instantly sensed the change in his mount and the blood-red gaze fixed on him, filled with pure malice.

An unprecedented sense of crisis was poured over my head like ice water!

Cyril was caught off guard by the rampage of the monster horses and was thrown off their backs.

To mitigate the damage from the fall, Cyril quickly cast a low-level spell without chanting to generate vines to support himself.

Even though the vines had caught him perfectly, Cyril's pupils suddenly contracted.

The monster horse charged toward him, its iron hooves pounding down!

He didn't have time to cast a large-scale spell, so in his haste, he transformed the dark green energy gathered in his palm into a twisted thorn shield in front of him.

The terrifying iron hooves covered in bone spikes slammed into the thorn shield with a deafening roar.

The shield withstood the trampling of the iron hooves.

This was the first time in his life that Cyril was thankful that his mount's iron hooves weren't too powerful; otherwise, if the thorn shield he had hastily conjured hadn't been able to withstand the impact, he would have been in serious trouble.

The monster horse went berserk, repeatedly stomping on the thorn shield with its hooves. Even when its hooves were pierced by the spikes on the shield, it seemed to feel no pain at all, continuing to trample on Cyril, determined to tear him to pieces.

"Damn beast!" Cyril rolled to his feet in a disheveled state, both shocked and furious.

Although he knew in his heart that it was something Revander Black had done to his mount, which he spent every day with, that caused the monster horse riot.

Despite seeing the undisguised killing intent in his mount's eyes, Cyril still felt deeply saddened.

The trampling of low-level magical beast horses cannot break through Cyril's Thorn Shield defense, but that does not mean Cyril can rest easy.

Don't forget, while Cyril was thrown off his horse and struggling with the monster horse, Ravend Black was in hot pursuit.

All of this happened in just a few seconds, but Cyril found that Ravend Black was already very close to him.

As the blood-red longsword slashed down, Cyril repeated the same tactic, attempting to continue using his thorn shield to block the damage.

It sucks.

When Ravend Black got close and he had to face the ominous-looking blood sword, Cyril had no choice but to increase the amount of magic he used to generate a thorn shield.

The crimson longsword slashed down, cleaving the thorn shield as easily as cutting tofu, and struck Cyril squarely on the shoulder.

Cyril cried out in pain, activating his magic at maximum speed in a desperate attempt to resist.

Ravend Black sneered and unleashed a series of sword strikes, slashing at Cyril's vital points.

Eighth-tier professionals have stronger vitality than ordinary people. Even for magic-based professionals, minor damage to vital organs is not fatal.

But does Ravend Black only seem capable of making such shallow cuts?

After several sword strikes, Cyril was reduced to a mangled corpse.

The final desperate struggle failed to unleash its power, and it returned to silence.

Cyril was clearly dead, but Ravend Black's subsequent absorption of blood energy would ensure that Cyril was dead, whether he was truly dead or not.

From Cyril's remains, streaks of bright red blood continuously flowed into the blood-red longsword held by Ravend Black.

As blood seeped in, the loss of life from Cyril's corpse was clearly visible; his plump flesh gradually dimmed, and his organs deteriorated.

In the end, only horrifying, stark white bones remained of the corpse.

Then, Ravend Black gave him a firm grip.

The blood sword that had solidified in his hand shattered instantly, returning to its original blood-red state, and then pierced into Ravend Black's body.

Ravende Black closed his eyes, feeling the flow of blood and energy within his body, the heat impacting the bottleneck of his magic level.

Soon, the restless blood and qi in his body calmed down.

almost.

Ravend Black understood that he only needed to absorb the blood essence of one more eighth-tier professional to advance to the ninth tier.

Ravend Black couldn't wait any longer.

He didn't want to wait even a second longer.

Cyril was dead, and Arthur Wellesley also stabbed the last remaining general after the battle to death.

"go!"

Ravend Black's gaze was intense.

Target: The next king!

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A silvery-white magical light flashed, and five figures appeared on the battlefield.

"I'm late."

There was no smell of blood, but the sight of piled-up bones made Gray frown.

Aliceville curiously peeked out, then quickly withdrew.

I'll behave myself and won't be curious again next time.

Alice Will probably never forget the scene of those piled-up bones.

Such a scene was unbearable, not to mention Aliceville, even Beta and Ipsilon couldn't bear it, and dared not continue to look at the mountain of bones.

Although the scene was terrifying, Alice didn't feel nauseous because there was no smell of blood.

Only Delta and Gray dared to look around at their surroundings.

"Completely devoid of any vitality... How did they manage that?"

Delta, the blonde vampire, uses her sense of smell to detect life through blood and energy. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Delta would never have imagined that she was in a mountain of bones.

"I don't know when they were all murdered..."

There was no blood left, only piles of white bones, so most autopsy methods for determining the time of death were useless.

Using skeletal remains for testing... even if Gray knew how, the results wouldn't be accurate.

How long does it normally take for a corpse to decompose into bones? Gray didn't think that was normal decomposition.

However, Gray made a decision immediately.

"Find the next territory and pursue them!"