Arthur Lance said with a smile: "I will not take the initiative to draw your bloodline and let you divide it into the holy vessel by yourself. The same is true for Angela. We will never embarrass you mother and son."
"..." Agnes was silent for a moment, then walked slowly over.
Buzz! The Devil's Scale trembled slightly, and black mist shrouded it.
finally.
Agnes reached out her right hand and scratched her left wrist with a sharp nail. A thin red scar appeared, and bright red blood flowed out, with a strong breath.
This is the blood of the vampire queen.
Seeing this blood, Arthur Lance couldn't help but trembled all over, secretly looking forward to it.
The six wolf kings and two vampire princes next to them saw Agnes's natal blood, and their breathing became rapid involuntarily.
The blood of the Blood Queen! To them, it is the best tonic! If they swallow it, not only will their strength skyrocket, but they will also be able to break through the limitations of their own bloodline.
Thinking of this, several wolf kings couldn't help but swallow their throats, and the two vampire princes even had scarlet eyes.
A cold gaze fell.
But it was Arthur Lance who frowned and reminded these people with a sharp look not to be impulsive! Get a reminder.
The Wolf King and the Blood Prince quickly suppressed their inner desires.
Agnes seemed not to notice this at all. Her left hand was suspended above the Devil's Scale, letting the blood drip from her wrist.
The originally pitch-black Devil's Scale suddenly turned dark red, and a boiling evil energy roared out and continued to expand.
finally.
It turned into a demonic figure, hanging high in the air, looking down with cold eyes.
"Devil's Dharma..." Arthur Lance's expression became fanatical.
The only person who could summon the devil's dharma was the blood of the blood queen in Agnes. When he thought that he would soon have this powerful blood, he felt ecstatic.
Just take away part of the blood.
Agnes's strength will definitely weaken, and when the time comes, she will no longer be able to decide how much bloodline she will withdraw from her body.
The air was filled with the thick smell of blood.
The demon's appearance also became more solid.
Everyone looked up at the huge demon statue with fanatical expressions.
But no one noticed that the coldness in Agnes's beautiful eyes was becoming sharper with her head lowered.
even.
No one noticed that blood gushed out from the wound on her wrist, but only a small amount dripped on the Devil's Scale. More blood formed bloody totems on her white and tender wrist.
And because of the angle and orientation problem.
These bloody totems spread all the way along the inside of the wrist without anyone noticing.
A few minutes later.
Agnes' delicate body trembled, her breath suddenly became weak, and her face turned pale, but she still raised her head coldly: "Are you okay?"
"Let me take a look."
The black-robed Archbishop came over with a faint smile.
While he was feeling the power of blood inside the Devil's Scale, he was also secretly exploring Agnes's condition.
Soon, the black-robed archbishop felt a little happy inside.
There is indeed a powerful bloodline power within the Devil's Scale.
As for Agnes' aura, although he tried his best to hide it, he still felt weak when he detected it.
"Agnes, thank you for your gift. The Dark Holy See will never forget your contribution."
"It's just..." The smile on the black-robed archbishop's face became more intense: "The bloodline power in the Devil's Scale is enough, but this is for the leader to use, and I want it too."
"Please, Her Majesty the Queen, share some with me."
Um?
Agnes frowned heavily, and her cold eyes fell on the other party.
If he had been stared at so closely by the vampire queen before, the black-robed archbishop would definitely have been frightened.
But it's different now. He also has the cultivation of the late stage of divine transformation, and behind him is the leader of the Dark Holy See. More importantly, Agnes, who has lost part of her bloodline power, has begun to decline in strength.
"Didn't you agree to extract only a small part of the bloodline power?"
Agnes spoke coldly.
"What do you say, but I've worked hard for so long, so it's not too much to give me some sweetness."
The black-robed archbishop showed a cheerful smile.
This plan was obviously very successful.
Although there is no news from Angela's side, Agnes has been fooled. As long as these blood queens are captured, the Elizabeth family will definitely collapse. By then, are you afraid that not even Angela can be caught?
Everything is so perfect.
Thinking that he was about to devour the bloodline of the vampire queen, his heart skipped a beat.
"You really want it?"
Agnes slowly raised her head.
"Yes, I don't want much, as long as it can help me break through my cultivation level."
The black-robed archbishop was so ecstatic that he didn't notice any difference.
"Okay, since you want it, then I'll give it to you."
Elizabeth slowly stretched out her left hand. On her white wrist, the scarlet blood was extremely conspicuous, and one or two drops even fell to the ground.
"Don't waste it..." The black-robed Archbishop looked distressed.
This is the high-level bloodline of the Vampire Queen, which contains powerful energy.
Seeing Agnes reaching out, he couldn't help but feel the heat in his heart, licked his lips, and moved his head over her greedily.
A flash of blood flashed in Agnes's beautiful eyes.
suddenly.
Her seemingly soft jade arm suddenly swung, and the sharp fingertips instantly glowed with blood. Bloody lines covered the entire left arm, exuding an extremely terrifying aura.
"Not good..." The black-robed Archbishop felt nervous and was about to retreat.
But it was too late, he had already arrived five meters in front of Agnes, and his preconceived impression made him underestimate the enemy.
Whoa! Agnes's five fingers formed claws, and her white jade fingers instantly tore through the void and clasped straight towards the enemy's throat.
The black-robed Archbishop was not slow to react. He raised his arms suddenly to block the sharp claws, and black mist surged all over his body. However, as soon as the black mist came out, he was defeated by a surge of boiling blood.
"Pfft!"
The sound of flesh being punctured was heard.
The black-robed archbishop froze up and felt severe pain in his throat.
His throat was directly scratched by Agnes, and the sharp nails pierced the throat and trachea, and even protruded from his chin. The hideous scars combined with the sputtering blood were particularly terrifying.
"Agnes, you are playing with fire!"
The black-robed Archbishop's eyes almost burst out with fire.
This kind of injury would be fatal to ordinary people, but to him, it was not fatal. He stepped heavily on the ground and his whole body suddenly flew backwards.
A scoff! He actually took the initiative to tear open the wound. Agnes's sharp fingertips directly tore his throat, trachea, and chin completely.
Half of his neck was dripping with blood.
But the black-robed archbishop didn't care at all. His cold eyes released the ultimate killing intent, and black mist filled the air from his body and condensed in front of the scar on his neck.
"Playing with fire?"
"You are the ones who really want to play with fire."
Agnes opened her blood pupils, her blood boiling and roaring, and blood totems spread all over her body.