Immense magical power swept across the land as space itself was torn apart with a hoarse roar. A dazzling light devoured everything in an instant.

  The nobles raised their arms to shield themselves, desperately trying to resist the merciless barrage of shattered rocks, flying sand, and surging blood mist.

  Even in their undead state, they could barely withstand this violent impact.

  Laurien swiftly folded his three pairs of wings together, forcefully blocking the tsunami-like shock wave.

  BOOM!!!

  White light exploded outward, its terrifying magical backlash enveloping dozens of miles around, kicking up wave after wave of dust.

  The shock wave instantly struck the ground, shattering rocks and sending them hundreds of meters into the blood-red sky.

  The nobles watched the flying rocks and terrible outpouring of magic with horror, feeling the space around them become incredibly distorted.

  The tearing of various elements subtly affected even them in their undead state.

  Brilliant white light burst forth from the sky, compressing space to its absolute limit.

  The terrible shock waves transformed into cannonballs, exploding outward.

  Those present watched as the blinding white light gradually consumed them, even the ghostly green flames on their bodies seeming to lose their color.

  The surroundings fell silent again, the blood mist completely submerged.

  Soon, the white light began to fade.

  Count Laurien revealed himself in the sky above.

  One of his arms was mangled beyond recognition, blood gushing from the horrific wound.

  Half of his entire body had been nearly shattered by the previous attack.

  Seeing Count Laurien's severe injuries, the nobles' faces broke into rare smiles.

  Count Laurien was finally wounded.

  However, what happened next made their smiles freeze instantly.

  Under everyone's wide-eyed stares, Count Laurien's wounds began healing at a visible rate, new flesh growing over the injuries, regenerating his severed arm.

  His shattered body also began filling in with new flesh, blood gathering at the wounds and quickly flowing back into his body.

  In the blink of an eye, Count Laurien was restored to his original state.

  As the dust clouds slowly dispersed around his body, Count Laurien suddenly spread his three pairs of wings, blasting away the swirling sand and wind.

  He let the blood mist flow around his body.

  The nobles all lowered their hands, watching the overflowing thick blood mist in shock:

  "This is terrifying..."

  "How could he withstand magic of that magnitude?"

  However, Viktor merely watched all this unfold calmly.

  Laurien's recovery was entirely within Viktor's expectations.

  Even among level 60 bosses, their attributes varied in strengths and weaknesses.

  Compared to the angels of the Goddess's faithful who also reached level 60 after fusion, they were far inferior to a Vampire Prince like Count Laurien.

  Strictly speaking, the Goddess's faithful should be classified as field bosses.

  But Vampire Prince Laurien was a true story boss.

  Of course, he couldn't compare to world-level bosses like the Calamities that could destroy heaven and earth.

  Those things were hard to kill even with ten war spells.

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  Under everyone's astonished gazes, Laurien spoke:

  "Mr. Viktor, midnight is almost here."

  "What else can you do?"

  Viktor's expression remained calm as he replied steadily:

  "Is that so?"

  His coat behind him was covered in pale colors as Viktor slowly floated down to the ground in the wind.

  He gripped again the staff that he had previously planted in the ground.

  Suddenly, his confident words echoed in the silence:

  "To control everything about you, you'd need at least a powerful necromancer, right?"

  Necromancers could transform living beings into undead - even without death, they could be changed into undead forms under the effects of necromancy.

  Vampires relied on drinking the blood of living creatures to survive and strengthen themselves.

  But creatures in an undead state were, in a sense, corpses that had lost their flesh.

  Therefore, vampires could not feed on their blood.

  Thus, necromancers could effectively counter vampires.

  "Have you considered that if my student could become a necromancer..."

  "Why couldn't I?"

  Along with Viktor's cold voice, he suddenly slammed the black staff in his hand into the ground again.

  Instantly, an even more violent surge of deep emerald green flames burst forth from the deep crevices in the ground.

  Flaming ashes danced across the sky, enveloping heaven and earth.

  The original domains burning with flames were swept by an invisible wave of force.

  Red was instantly replaced by ghostly green, crackling fiercely.

  A black-green thick mist surged out from beneath Viktor's feet, rapidly spreading in all directions.

  In the blink of an eye, those bottomless crevices were covered by the thick mist, the green soul flames seeming to burn even more intensely, flickering endlessly in the wind.

  The blood-red sky gradually dimmed, while a blood-colored full moon still hung in the ghostly green sky.

  Everyone present was enveloped by this sudden green mist, a mysterious force climbing into their bodies along their flaming forms.

  An overwhelming presence burst forth, as if stirring together the already flickering soul flames once more.

  Everyone's gaze pierced through the heavy mist, past the violent ghost fires, focusing on an even deeper green flame.

  A ghost-fire coat appeared before everyone's eyes as Viktor gradually revealed his face and form from within the green flames.

  Soul fire burned in his eyes, his face split by eerie green patterns.

  The upper garments beneath his coat slowly became clear as the thick mist dispersed, emerald soul fire flowing through his muscular frame.

  His waist, like a crack, was torn by broken power, hot green fire blazing within, transforming into glass shards floating and dancing in the flames.

  His arms were also gradually swept by ghost fire, flesh instantly turning ghostly green.

  Bright magic power shimmered between his blood vessels, his fingertips gradually becoming sharp.

  At this moment, Viktor had also transformed into an undead state.

  That incomparable form shocked everyone present, especially the noble lords.

  "What the... How is this possible!?"

  It was one thing for Princess Aurelianne to learn it.

  But why had Viktor also become a necromancer!?

  Even Laurien's eyes flashed with unprecedented shock.

  "So... that's it."

  He spoke these words in sudden realization.

  Although the blood-colored domain around was constantly being compressed by the domain of the dead, Laurien remained unruffled.

  "However, Mr. Viktor, you're too late."

  With these words, the blood-colored moon in the sky rapidly expanded, becoming even more crimson and distorted.

  Pricis, suspended in the sky, also seemed affected by this anomaly.

  At this moment, her body began to change.

  An expression of extreme agony flashed across her face.

  Along with the moon's expansion, Pricis's back began to gradually swell.

  Where there had been only one pair of wings, now more flesh wings suddenly grew.

  Two pairs, three pairs.

  She was visibly transforming, bathing in the blood-colored moonlight.

  Three pairs of blood wings - that was a characteristic only Vampire Princes could possess.

  It was also the symbol of the strongest, most perfect vampires.

  At this moment, Laurien lowered his blood-red eyes.

  This should have been his most anticipated moment.

  Yet he seemed unable to bear watching, turning his gaze toward Viktor instead.

  "Using all of Shulbon as her food. She will abandon her former identity, forget all those painful memories."

  "My child will welcome true rebirth!"

  The nobles present stared blankly at Pricis transforming continuously in the sky, alarm bells ringing in their hearts.

  Terror crept across everyone's faces.

  Count Laurien alone was already incredibly powerful - if another Vampire Prince appeared, would they have any chance of survival?

  Thinking of this, all the nobles present fell into despair.

  Along with Shulbon, they would perish with this territory.

  The kingdom would become history.

  But suddenly, a calm voice broke through the nobles' sorrow, reaching their ears:

  "I never said I would stop you as a necromancer."

  "I just needed some land."

  Some land?

  The nobles were puzzled hearing Viktor's words.

  Suddenly, on the ground gradually enveloped by deep mist, waves of golden wheat began to appear.

  Golden light gradually encompassed everyone, accompanied by rich waves of life force surging forth from between the loose soil.

  The wheat waves were swept by crimson light, yet couldn't be stained with even a hint of blood color.

  Instead, the golden radiance became incredibly bright, even dispersing the falling blood color, piercing straight into the sky.

  That brilliant color seemed to pierce the blood-colored clouds with tens of thousands of spears, shining into the depths of Count Laurien's crimson eye sockets.

  It caused him to feel intense pain.

  Everyone stared in shock at these golden waves of wheat, frozen in place.

  They seemed to feel a warm power gradually emerging.

  The warmth-like power dispelled the bitter cold, seeping into their hearts.

  When Laurien adjusted to this golden light, he too saw this flourishing wheat field.

  "This is..."

  "The Goddess of Abundance's... wheat?"

  "Correct."

  Viktor stood in the golden wheat field, letting the essence of life pass through his broken undead form.

  "Remember, Count Laurien."

  The soul voice echoed hollowly, gradually resonating in Laurien's ears.

  "This was the gift you gave me."

  "Now, your reward has come."

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