Chapter 302: Wingless Bat, Curse of Time, Kingdom of Shadows (18)
"not at all."
"You came back in time."
Armand smiled.
Tik came back from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The great sinner who talks endless lies may be the only one who doesn't lie in this sentence.
Those who he threw into the multi-player duel field really had a slim chance of gaining his approval and fought their way out of the rounds of battles.
This is exactly what happened to the little guard who returned now.
"Your Majesty the Prince, you..." Tik was shocked when he saw the wings extending from Armand's back.
But then, he smiled completely sincerely.
"Very good."
exhausted,
Extremely tired.
Armand sat paralyzed in a pool of blood, his eyelids closing uncontrollably, and struggling to open them again.
It's so tiring.
Several thrilling and fierce battles have completely drained it.
Whether it is from a spiritual level,
This is true even on the physical level.
The last trace of residual heat brought by the blood of the "Eternal One" has also been consumed.
It was that drop of blood that supported Armand until now.
But it can only go so far.
Suddenly everything went dark, and Armand tried his best to open his eyes.
Then...
He saw Tik's figure walking towards him, and the ferocious wolf head appearing behind him, jumping up from the pile of corpses.
"Tik!"
Closing his eyes again, Armand heard the sound of chewing flesh.
Open your eyes again.
The black wolf claws tore at Tik's bat wings. In the bloody mess, the equally exhausted guards raised their swords and cut off the wolf's head.
"Get away! You dirty bastards!"
"Leave the prince's side!"
Buzz!
The will is slowly withdrawing, the vision becomes illusory, and a sharp buzzing is heard in the ears.
Another blink.
Tik's back was in front of him, and Armand could clearly see its shoulders, which were exposed to the bones. It lay between the werewolf and the prince, blocking the greedy sight of those despicable people.
It's ironic, isn't it?
Compared to the superior Sin Cultists, lowly creatures like werewolves are actually too tenacious to die.
They survived until the end.
and,
Leave some room to spare,
Fight back.
There were noisy roars in my ears, but I don't know when those excited roars turned into messy footsteps, screams, and the sound of sharp weapons piercing flesh and blood.
So, Armand tried his best to open his eyes with the last bit of strength.
The first thing that caught his eye was Tik's worried face.
"Your Majesty the Prince, Your Majesty the Prince."
Tik, covered in blood, shook its shoulders.
"Hold on, our reinforcements are here!"
Looking around Tik, the vampire warriors swarmed into the battlefield like a tide.
The bright silver plate armor shines brightly under the bright lights, and the light and shadow of the sword complement each other.
"Clean the battlefield!"
"Rescue! Rescue!"
"Tik! Take the prince and get out of here!"
"Tik, are you also so seriously injured?"
"Damn..."
A flash of white light.
The stranger's perspective is separated from Armand's body.
Then, the scene in front of me scrolled like running water, and then started to play like a slideshow at double speed.
The last werewolf was torn in half by the vampire warriors, and the Lessen Dynasty won the war.
The soldiers of the vampire clan cleaned the battlefield. They divided into small groups in a strict battle formation to clean areas. Everything left by the Sin Cult was accepted by them in a logical manner. Most of the slaves were drained of their blood on the spot.
.And some slaves with special value are still alive. They are looked at by many eyes like animals, and then they are carried by vampires on the carriage returning home.
Christine was not found among them.
The mysterious woman disappeared again.
The soldiers dug out the werewolf's heart and packed it in sacks. These hearts were naturally put into the sacrifice ceremony of the [Altar of Call of the Ancestors]. Of course, the supreme prince of the Lesenha clan also tried it.
After sacrificing the flesh of the Sin Cultists, they unexpectedly discovered that the flesh bodies of these Cultists were more pleasing to the ancient ancestors of the Ascension Land than the hearts of werewolves.
Armand and Tic were treated.
Their miserable condition even makes the well-informed doctors in the Vampire Clan unable to bear to look at them.
But in the end, both the master and the servant were saved. But if they want to return to normal, they will need a long period of rest.
While Armand was still sleeping, Tikki managed to get up from the hospital bed.
The little guard hung one arm on his chest and broke into the prince's room regardless of the obstruction. He straightened his back and felt so confident for the first time. Then, in a very loud voice, he said that the prince was in the duel field.
All his experiences, everything he saw with his own eyes, Tik swore on his life.
The door opened a crack. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Tik's words spread outside the door and quickly spread throughout the family castle in a short period of time.
Faced with such rude behavior, Prince Lesenba did not blame Tik. During this process, it just listened silently most of the time, occasionally interrupting Tik's words to ask questions. A few hours later,
When the full moon rose into the sky, Tik left the prince's palace with great pride.
After that, Armand's treatment within the tribe was completely different from before.
Or,
It finally received the courtesy that a prince should receive.
From the moment he woke up, Armand received a huge amount of care and false polite blessings.
It slowly began to become a habit despite being extremely uncomfortable.
The name Armand Le Senba was mentioned repeatedly by the vampires in the clan.
Either envious or jealous, or worshiped or admired, Armand was promoted to the center stage of the Lesenba clan like a star. He could finally go out to fight like other adult vampires, and he finally received his victory at the dance.
When the girls ask him to dance with him, he finally gets to have his say in the family council...
The gloomy past was thrown into the past like a phantom of nothingness. Under the sunshine, Armand gained a new life.
But there was only one thing that Armand was still thinking about, and that was that since he escaped from the duel that day, he had never seen that mysterious woman again.
time flies.
Finally, under the gaze of everyone, the ancestral altar was fully formed.
Prince Lesenba's call was answered by his ancestors.
They will send out guides to take it to the ultimate place.
On a full moon night, the clan held a grand party.
All the blood descendants with the surname Lesenba gathered here. Prince Lesenba stood in the center, dressed solemnly, quietly waiting for the introduction of his ancestors.
call!
The night wind blew and whistled.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Amidst the commotion, the sound of the castle door being opened was so heavy.
"Hello!"
Behind the closed door, there was very frivolous laughter.