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Chapter 302 - 106. My Clan Leader Father · Nightmare Special Edition【46/60】_3

Chapter 302: 106. My Clan Leader Father · Nightmare Special Edition【46/60】_3

"I won’t deny that, but I think your Lord Pa Ying might not get a chance to taste my sins."

"Boom."

Countless lives flood into the Blood Hall, ultimately awakening the ultimate enemy, a human figure enveloped by scattered purple starlight slowly rises from the rapidly boiling Blood Pool.

The intensity of the chaotic force in the hall instantly increased at this moment.

Several elite Witch Hunters immediately clasped their heads cry out in pain, only saved from the edge of madness by quick-acting players who dragged them into Palano’s increasingly bright arbitration aura.

In front of everyone, the figure rising from the blood pool had finally shed the last drop of viscous blood and revealed his true appearance.

A classic Blood Vulture ceremonial suit.

Beyond the red-black fitted hunting suit was a crimson cloak secured over the left shoulder with a vulture clasp. He hung his head, looking as if asleep or even dead.

His white-gray hair streaked with obscure purple stars were scattered on his shoulders, showing that this old man must have been a handsome man in his youth, but now he seemed like a dry bone in a coffin, seemingly drained of all blood.

This horrifying image created a stark contrast to his dignified attire.

His hands, cloaked in black gloves, crossed each other in front of his chest, his right hand holding a crimson single-handed blade backwards.

The longsword had sharp edges on both sides, but one side had a strange serrated edge. The most eye-catching feature was that the hilt was shaped like a bat and vulture hybrid monster with its wings spread out. Glyphs old and dark were inscribed on the blade, reflecting a nearly perfect vampire style within the slightly exaggerated decoration.

If it had to be described visually, it was somewhat similar to a certain Blade of Sorrow, but that was a double-handed sword while this one was a true single-handed sword, hence it seemed lighter.

This was probably the "Necessary Evil", the Blood Vulture sacred relic that Palano talked about earlier.

Regrettably, both this Midnight Sacred Blade and its wielder had become carriers and agents of the chaotic will pouring out of the subspace rift, exerting a clear overwhelming pressure on anyone who looked towards it.

This was the pressure of chaos on the mind, burning the rationality like a lit candle in the palm.

Pain, tearing, torment, screams.

It craved the sins of all beauties in this world and those crawling creatures in the abyss...

"Father!"

The young lady let out an outcry.

Seeing this, the surrounding players almost understood without translation that the mummified vampire floating in the air was Salokdal Collinsman Lassenbrah, the current Blood Vulture Duke!

But his current state was clearly abnormal.

The young lady’s shout seemed to have the opposite effect at this moment. At her call, the mummy-like vampire hovering in the air slowly opened his eyes.

There was no longer any vampire-specific blood-colored eyes, replaced with black pupils filled with obscure purple starlight.

He mechanically and stiffly moved his neck, looking around, finally locking his eyes on the pale-faced young lady. His body moved oddly like a puppet on strings, and a chilling "benevolent smile" showed on his mummy-like face.

In a voice like dry iron scraping he said:

"Ah, Phemys, the midnight bell tolls declares your arrival at destiny’s call, my dear daughter, the Star Realm Night Crown is being forged, and the time of ascension is here! The eternal original sin of us, the descendants of sin, will be cleansed, our age-old desire will be fulfilled.

Come on!

My daughter.

My most wonderful creation!

Be proud, carry honor, embrace your mission, complete my defects, become the ’Midnight Mistress’, and protect us, oh merciful embodiment of the night."

"What? What ’Midnight Mistress’?"

The small players buzzed with confusion.

Lumina, clutching her own musket, glanced at the trembling figure of the young lady cupping her chest, and exclaimed:

"What is this old pervert going to do to his own daughter?"

"’Star Realm Night Crown’ refers to the Night King constellation in the star river, which symbolizes the Star of Disaster for vampires! ’Midnight Mistress’ is the divine office he chose for Phemys, as far as I understand from the myths of various races, the existing divine spirits seem to have first projected themselves into the subspace.

So, Salockdale has opened this subspace rift as Phemys’s ’ascension steps’!"

Lady Cui Si, who had been following the frontline through the Calculating Pearl of the small players, explained to the players in somewhat awkward common language in a "voiceover" mode:

"The puzzle is finally solved, Salockdale is trying to create a ’god’ by himself! A midnight god belonging to all vampires! He wants the ’Mother of Night’ that we have passed down by word of mouth to become reality...

My plan from those years has indeed been tampered with!

He has extended it to a higher and grander level, such an imposing idea, but unfortunately, it has been utilized.

What a pity.

Go on! Warriors!

In the name of the grand plan, annihilate this ambitious breed!

Hmm, your language is really hard to learn, but I seem to be slightly smarter than little Mo Fei thought."