As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

But when he thought of the figure falling alone into the abyss in the darkness, he thought of the witch being attacked by everyone on the stage, he thought of her pale, weak, haggard and helpless appearance, who could only stand up by holding on to himself tightly, and when he thought of the girl's expression when she was rejected by him again and again, the boy's anxiety increased instead of decreasing.

He couldn't help thinking about it.

When he was about to reach the door, Roy finally stopped and rubbed his head irritably.

Forget it, just treat it as a game.

No matter what, we are still allies. Although her fate is related to my five senses, I still have to help her if I can.

So Roy turned around and followed the tracks left by the carriage.

As the night fell quietly, the blonde girl stood by the window, looking at the boy's receding back, and did not leave for a long time.

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After breaking into the Dark Mansion, Lyanna was not greeted by the usual awe-inspiring gazes, but pairs of eyes that were either indifferent or mocking.

Unlike the factions formed by the royal children, the magicians are a loose group. The dark magic faction was forcibly formed by Lyanna. Most magicians do not have the same sincere respect for Lyanna as other factions have for princes and princesses.

Rather, they were hoping something would happen to Lyanna so they could take over and seize the position of head of the faction.

Lyanna was not surprised by this. It was more like she had tried her best just to suppress her restless blood.

Half of her vision was blurred due to congestion, and the blood in her body brought her pain as if it was dismembering her, but the most unbearable thing was the murderous intent.

The murderous intent that came from the demon's instinct to rip open all living things and mercilessly drink away their life.

Under this chilling gaze, even the dark magicians promoted by Lyanna did not dare to approach.

Only Claire ran over in panic, her face full of pity.

"Mr. President, how could you..."

"Take me to the basement!"

With Claire's support, Lyanna stumbled all the way and finally reached the door of the basement.

Claire knew exactly what she was going to do, and she said with a complicated expression, "Are you going to use that method again?"

"If you keep going like this, you'll..."

"Do you have any other ideas?" Lyanna glanced at her coldly and pushed open the heavy door of the basement without waiting for Claire to reply.

Until this time, the girl, unable to hold on any longer, finally knelt weakly on the ground.

In the pitch-black darkness, a pair of cold eyes suddenly lit up, and a creepy hissing sound was heard.

A familiar, bitter, sickening stench emanated.

Lyanna hated these deformed and twisted basilisks from the bottom of her heart, but she could only rely on these creatures to suppress the pain that gnashed at her bones and the murderous intent that made her almost crazy.

But today, she didn't care about so much.

Because her mind was full of the image of the black-haired boy.

It could be vigilance, helplessness, unwillingness, unintentional tenderness, and some unbearable concern, but what finally froze in her mind was still that cold face.

That was the ending Lyanna had expected.

But she didn't expect that when she really faced that moment, it would still be so unbearable.

Even if I can't get it, at least I can share a moment of closeness with him.

But this last chance was interrupted by this dirty bloodline, which made him see his own weakness.

"Why......"

"Why......"

"Why can't it be me?!"

The basilisk attacked like lightning, but the girl grabbed it with her backhand and tore it in half in mid-air.

The woman tilted her head back and drank the dirty black blood that spilled on the corpse.

It was still as bitter as ever. But only in this way could her restless blood calm down a little, relieving her pain and suffering for a moment.

It was obviously disgusting enough to make her nauseous, but her body instinctively drove her to crave more.

Lyanna could no longer bear the bloodthirsty conflict and pounced madly at the snakes in the darkness.

Chapter 64 You Are Mine

Outside the basement, Claire listened to the heart-pounding noises coming from inside the door, but she clenched her fists helplessly.

In order to suppress the demon blood in the black magician's body, one must either release this restlessness through killing, or drink the blood of the same kind of extraordinary creatures.

But the more you kill, the easier it will be to sink into murderous intent next time; the more you drink the blood of extraordinary creatures, the easier it will be for the blood in your body to get out of control.

Both are temporary solutions, and both are how Lyanna got to where she is today.

Lyanna is undoubtedly the most gifted dark mage of her generation. Not only is she the first to reach Sequence 7, but if she can obtain the extraordinary materials she needs, she may even reach Sequence 6.

By then, not to mention being a black magician, he would be considered the best among all the extraordinary people.

However, the more talented a black magician is, the more likely he is to be affected by the blood of the demons.

Claire and Lyanna were from the same school, and she knew very well that if things continued like this, Lyanna would one day...

"So, the senior is in here?"

"Yeah right... huh?!"

Claire turned around and saw a black-haired boy and two black magicians accompanying him.

"Hey, why did you bring him here?!"

A dark magician scratched his head in confusion: "Uh, isn't Mr. Roy already one of us?"

“No!”*2

Roy explained: "I have a way to help Lyanna alleviate the backlash of her bloodline."

"You?" Claire asked suspiciously.

Not to mention the pain of a black magician suffering from the backlash of his bloodline, which is difficult to heal for a thousand years. Even if it could be healed, it's not your turn as an Iron-Blooded Knight to do it? You can't even use magic!

Roy didn't waste any words and stepped forward to grab Claire's hand.

Before the girl could shout that it was indecent assault, she felt a strange throbbing slowly coming over her.

Although she didn't know whether this mysterious power would be useful against the backlash of her bloodline, her bloodline power had indeed calmed down a lot.

When she looked at Roy again, Claire was so shocked as if she had seen a mythical creature. She couldn't understand what he had done.

"Will you believe it now?"

"Okay, you seem to have some magical tricks, but how do I know you won't take advantage of this to have some evil intentions towards the president?"

Roy replied with a somewhat awkward smile: "If anything really happens, you can always go and tell the teacher."

"Besides, she's a Sequence 7, and I'm a Sequence 8. If a fight really breaks out, you should be worried about me, right?"

Claire scratched her head, her eyes wide open, a look of wisdom on her face.

It seems so.

After thinking for a moment, she finally made up her mind.

She and Lyanna were from the same school, and she had been taken care of by him, so she couldn't bear to see her suffer the pain of her bloodline backlash. Even if Roy couldn't cure it completely, at least he could alleviate Lyanna's pain temporarily.

Recalling the scene of the two of them passionately entangled in the student union office that day, Claire complained in her heart that even if the other party really had some bad intentions, it seemed that it was not her turn to intervene.

"Then please."

Roy nodded, thanked Claire, and slowly opened the door.

As soon as he entered, Roy couldn't help but frown.

An almost suffocating stench hit me in the face. Inside the spacious basement, there were cruelly dismembered and gutted serpent monster corpses everywhere.

And in the middle of the sea of ​​corpses and blood, there was a figure half-kneeling.

She roughly threw away the dried snake meat and slowly turned her head.

That horrifying look made Roy's heart tremble.

His ability of [Insomnia] allows him to see every detail in the darkness.

The girl's originally beautiful dress had long been torn to pieces due to the fight with the basilisk, and even her delicate and soft black silk was torn, revealing strands of bloodshot skin.

Be it dignified or playful, those expressions that Roy was familiar with were gone, leaving only a twisted sneer stained with blood, spreading black snake scales, and a pair of dull, empty and cold eyes.

"Senior, even in private, you can't be so careless about your image, right?"

Roy tried to ask, but saw no ripple in Lyanna's eyes.

Obviously, she had completely sunk into killing due to the backlash of her bloodline.

It was mentioned in the original work that relying on killing to release murderous intent and relying on devouring monsters to relieve the restlessness of the blood are both drinking poison to quench thirst, and are only temporary solutions that do not address the root cause. However, they are also the only options for black magicians.

And Lyanna's condition was worse than he had imagined.

I'm afraid that in the original work, she would forcibly suppress the backlash of her blood every time, and then secretly release it before returning to Alice.

Thinking of this, Roy couldn't help but frown slightly.

Roy deliberately struck up a conversation to check on her condition: "I thought Senior Sister would regain consciousness because of me, but now it seems she's just playing around."

"Play...play...you...who?"

Roy had just verified on Claire that [Blood Resonance] was also effective against black magicians.

Even if the blood backlash cannot be cured, it is definitely much more useful than the helpless actions of the black magician that have lasted for thousands of years.

The problem is that [Blood Resonance] requires holding hands to work.

Unlike the last raid launched at close range, even if she was unconscious, Lyanna was still a Sequence 7 dark magician, and it was not so easy to approach her.

Roy responded as he slowly approached, "That's too much! It's only been a short while since we last met, and you've already forgotten me? I'm Roy, Roy Ironblad, your junior."

Unexpectedly, Lyanna suddenly glared at him when she heard this.

"Ro...Roy, yes, you are Roy..."

"You are mine!"

As soon as the words fell, extraordinary fluctuations surged from under Lyanna's feet like a storm. The next moment, countless twisted snake shadows appeared in the darkness and swept over like lightning!

The so-called black magic is actually the power of the demons. And Lyanna's [Dark Magic Snake] is a kind of snake demon, who is best at summoning snake familiars!

Roy dodged a large number of basilisks, but was covered by an almost saturation attack.

The pitch-black basilisk locked his limbs like chains, fixing him in place in a spread-eagle position.

Roy couldn't help but be speechless.

No, logically speaking, remembering your loved one should make you sober. Why did you become even more evil instead? You might as well not think about it!

Roy was about to use the [Evil Dragon Blood Armor] to increase his bloodline level and break free with brute force, but unexpectedly, Lyanna did not launch further attacks, but staggered towards him.

Her high heels had been thrown away long ago, and her skirt and black stockings were in tatters. Although her body was covered in blood and her brown hair was disheveled, the girl looked even more charming at this moment.

She rode on Roy, licking the blood from her fingertips. A hint of greed appeared in her hollow eyes, and she smiled ferociously: "Roy, you are mine."

After saying that, she suddenly reached out and grabbed Roy's neck.

Unfortunately, the dark golden dragon scales had already emerged, how could she, a mere magician, move them?

And Roy finally got what he wanted and touched her body.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not yours."

A strange thrill washed over Lyanna as the words came.

Chapter 65: Waking Up from a Dream

The witch seemed to be struck by invisible lightning. After a violent convulsion, she cried out in pain. A trace of fear finally appeared in her eyes, and she instinctively stepped back.

How could Keluo Yi miss this opportunity?

Are you here but want to leave?

Under the outbreak of [Evil Dragon Blood Armor], Roy broke the basilisk's restraints with pure brute force. Without waiting for Lyanna to dodge, he grabbed her hands tightly and threw her to the ground.