The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 1043 - 532: Capturing the Lorin Duchy_2

Chapter 1043: Chapter 532: Capturing the Lorin Duchy_2

Wilson felt his immortal heart’s beating slow down more and more. He said in agony, "Your Majesty, am I going to die?"

Death was far too strange and frightening for an immortal vampire like him.

Wilson was somewhat afraid.

He feared death.

Ivita, through her connection to him, said to him, "Things aren’t as bad as you think. The curse of killing the emperor has been shared by three beings, the Dark Queen, the Full Moon Queen, and the Emperor of the Frankish people, Louis XI."

"The first two have taken most of the curse upon themselves, and with your immortality, you didn’t immediately die from the backlash. If you can hold on for one day and one night, then you will survive. Emperor Aoyue III didn’t lose much virtue, so when you killed him, the universal law - Divine Power - struck back violently."

"However, the incompetent emperor couldn’t repair the universal law - Divine Power, so you were able to survive."

Vampire Wilson felt the curse had reached its peak and wasn’t getting any stronger, but his immortal power was still slightly winning against the curse of the universal law.

Wilson curled up into a ball. "If even the universal law can’t kill me, there shouldn’t be many things in this world that can, Your Majesty."

Ivita thought for a moment. "To be precise, the universal law can kill you, but you’re under my protection. However, you’re right. Now for you, even wanting to die will be difficult, and that might not be a good thing."

"Even I would need to pay a price and put in a great deal of thought if I wanted to kill you."

"General divine powers can only seal you, and there’s nothing that can actually kill you."

"Congratulations, Wilson, you’ve obtained a power comparable to the origin of your race."

Wilson fell to the ground and laughed bitterly. "It’s good that I can help Your Majesty. This power is a gift from you."

"I will never forget that."

Wilson asked, "Your Majesty, will those blood blossoms threaten the ordinary vampires?"

Ivita was silent for a moment, looking at the divination results, and said, "Indeed, if a human killed the emperor, the punishment would at most kill up to nine generations of that person’s relatives."

"But since you’re a vampire, the punishment is to exterminate your entire race."

"This blood rain is for you as well as for the entire Vampire Race. But there’s no big problem. Once I become the emperor, I’ll order your pardon, and then the punishment will cease."

Wilson suddenly burst into great laughter.

Leaving Ivita somewhat puzzled.

Wilson said, "Your Majesty, I think the Church should thank me. Most of the vampire group has joined the heretic country, but now I, a vampire, have helped the Church eliminate the entire Vampire Race."

"My contribution is really too great."

"Your Majesty, do you think I could be canonized as a saint?"

Ivita actually seriously pondered for a while. "I think that’s unlikely. Because you’re a vampire yourself, the Church doesn’t have a precedent for canonizing aliens as saints."

"But... I can confer upon you the title of Duke."

Wilson was somewhat stunned. "Ah... Although you manipulated me into killing the emperor, I don’t think my merit has reached such an extent."

"To be granted land and title, I am still unworthy."

Ivita said, "This is because I need your help with one more thing. I have new information: The Black Death Lord, because of two Frankish transformations, seems to have become predisposed to attacking Franks. They’ve really shot themselves in the foot."

"The Black Death Lord is one of the most mysterious secrets of the Dark Magic Forest."

"They should have been prepared for such an accident. Now the Black Death Lord is attacking them, and I need you to help me. Kill the Frankish-controlled government of Lorin Duchy, manipulate the laws of Lorin Duchy, and drive the Franks out."

"This can give the Holy Empire a chance to breathe, rather than being immediately overtaken by the victorious Louis XI."

"The emergence of the Black Death Lord has given me this opportunity."

Wilson, with astonishing willpower, slowly crawled up from the ground, ignoring the pain in his body as he walked toward the exit, leaning against the wall. "Very well, Your Majesty. As long as you wish it, I will act for you."

Ivita said, "There’s no need to be so pessimistic. I have another purpose in doing this, I want to help you feed. You are a vampire, as long as there is blood to drink, you won’t die."

Wilson, having left the cave, carefully avoided the blood flowers growing at the entrance. He glanced at the sky, where the Black Death Lord was showing off his power, and then turned into a straight line, heading toward the capital of the Lorin Duchy.

Lorrain Castle, which originally served as a church’s pioneer diocese, was now the secular Duke’s duchy, but though it was called a duchy, it was really just because of its ancient history.

The Lorin Duchy was even smaller than some Marquis’s lands.

At that moment, Wilson arrived at the fortress of the government of the Lorin Duchy. The ten soldiers guarding the gate noticed Wilson’s arrival and instantly drew their weapons and advanced toward him.

"Who are you, here to seek death? This is a castle of the Frankish people!"

The next moment, the necks of all ten men were twisted and broken by Wilson, manipulated by Ivita.

With a mere thought from Ivita, using physical strength alone to reach supersonic speeds, she approached the city walls where over thirty archer guards had no time to react. In less than a second, she had snapped their necks and drained all the blood from the seventeen formal Knights.

Wilson instantly felt his body regain strength, the undead power within him gradually overpowering the curse in his body.

Ivita, with a thought, used her physical strength to storm into Lorrain Castle, killing every soldier inside the castle and, in less than ten minutes, stood before the Frankish Commanders who had occupied the Lorin Duchy.

The three Frankish Commanders looked on at Wilson with horror. "Who are you, and why have you barged into the council room!"

"Get out of here."

"Someone, come quickly!"

Wilson’s mouth was still stained with fresh blood, but the one controlling him was Ivita, and Wilson, though covered in blood, was still full of poise under Ivita’s control.

"Stop calling, no one can save you."

"This place is under my control now. You ask who I am? I am Ivita Alsace."

The three commanders’ pupils dilated in shock.

Wasn’t that the name of the Monarch of Alsace?

Was this the vampire he was controlling?

The next moment, their necks were twisted by Ivita, who then carelessly tossed the three bodies aside. "Feels good, your physical speed can actually reach supersonic speeds."

"The next step is to take control of this Lorin Duchy."

Wilson, controlling part of his body, twisted his neck.

"But Your Majesty, we don’t have enough people to occupy this country."

Ivita laughed. "I’ve been on good terms recently with the Winter Witch."

"She has taught me something quite useful, which is Undead Magic."

As Ivita’s thoughts moved, Lorrain Castle was enveloped in her magic, and then all the dead bodies in the castle started to come back to life.

Ivita sensed that the Frankish Law was attempting to attack her and seize control of these bodies.

But this was not Frankish territory.

Therefore, by connecting with the undead power within Wilson, Ivita strengthened her own Undead Magic and shrugged off the Frankish Law’s attempts to contest control.

"The Frankish Law is indeed extensive. It’s already approaching true universal Law," Ivita said. "If this were on Frankish territory, I’m afraid my Undead Magic really would be taken by their Law."

The next moment, the French Emperor Louis XI, who was battling the Black Death Lord on the battlefield, sensed what Ivita had done, and his face turned dark. "Damn Ivita, even though she is grievously injured, having lost her threat..."