CHAPTER 196: CHAPTER 192: SNEAK ATTACK! TAKE MY THROWING KNIFE!

The dragon’s roar echoed, shaking the heavens. Blazing light pierced through the enclosing gloom, igniting the darkness and transforming it into clusters of magnificent, endlessly stretching flaming clouds.

"Holy Fire? Church Court?"

The silver-haired youth was startled. The dense darkness blocked this intense light; the burning of the Crown Flame was too uncomfortable for the Blood Race. This was because this Dark World had never known a sun, perpetually shifting between twilight and darkness.

"Is this... the flame of the Church Court?"

Feeling a trace of warmth, Kane, pinned to the ground by countless Iron Spears, raised his head. He murmured, slowly extending his hand to catch the beam of light in his palm. Since his fall into a Vampire, he, once a Church Knight blessed by the Holy Fire, had never felt it again.

"ROAR!"

Six fierce dragons, trailing flames, tore through the nine heavens. They unleashed a Flame Pillar that connected heaven and earth, crashing down towards the silver-haired youth.

"Hahaha, interesting! So interesting! Kane, is this the backup you called?"

The silver-haired youth made a grasping motion in the air. Countless threads of shadow emerged, instantly spreading across the entire castle. As the fierce dragons attacked, the threads writhed.

"Provoking a Marquis? Who gave you such audacity, human!"

The silver-haired youth gestured with a finger. Countless threads ensnared the fierce dragons, gleaming like sharp blades in the reflected firelight.

CRACK!

The next moment, amidst slicing sounds, the threads wove through the fierce dragons, tearing flesh. They burst instantly into countless scattering blossoms of firelight.

"AARGH!"

The fierce dragons shattered, blood spraying everywhere.

Six blood-stained fox tails, dragging blood-red ribbons, were retracted by a Crown Flame six-tailed fox. It let out a pained sound, "WHINE... it hurts."

A group of figures gathered around the castle’s perimeter looked grim.

A severed head, held in a maid’s arms, stared with wide eyes at the threads woven like a spiderweb throughout the castle, its scalp tingling.

"It’s the White Death Gods, Marquis Barrett!"

"He was rumored to have single-handedly changed the tide at Black Stone Castle, burying thousands from the Wolfman Army. In the last Divine War, he had nearly received the final blessing!" John exclaimed, ensuring everyone understood the terror this Marquis represented.

They had not expected the Marquis to come personally. Given the situation, Count Janet might have already been killed.

At this moment, John felt a pang of regret. He hadn’t anticipated the Marquis would arrive so promptly. Wouldn’t he deal with the other families closest to him first?

"Father!"

Lias gazed from afar at the castle, now a death trap enshrouded by threads. Her bright blue eyes misted over. Fangs peeked out, and delicate Demon wings sprouted from her satin-like golden hair. A pair of small, exquisite bat wings also emerged from her jade-like back, transforming her entirely. She became cold and bloodthirsty, the young lady of a Blood Race Count’s family. Her gothic Lolita dress also turned pitch black, a blend of black and scarlet, exuding an aura approaching that of a Dawn Star.

If she awakened that entity, perhaps she could save Father!

"Lias, calm down." Chu Yi touched her hand, which was as cold as jade. He comforted her, "I just sensed it. The Count isn’t dead yet."

"Bika, you stay here and protect everyone. I’m going to rescue him."

With that said, his figure blurred, swift as a phantom, and slipped into the deadly, layered defenses of the castle.

The group was shocked. He didn’t even bring his Pet Beast? And their opponent is the notorious White Death Gods of the Blood Race!

"Chu Yi, you... come back quickly!"

Lias was stunned, unable to even call out to stop his fading figure. She bit her rosy lip and began to awaken that forbidden existence in her mind, preparing to make a deal. She was terrified that her father and Chu Yi would both leave her.

...

"These threads are strange, like spiderwebs spreading into every corner."

As Chu Yi stepped into the castle, countless threads tightened around his flesh. A smirk played on his lips as his Divine Hand glowed with a dazzling white light.

Simulate!

His figure twisted and writhed, transforming into a crimson mass. He allowed the threads to cut into his flesh as he swiftly moved towards the center of the castle. This was the Authority of Flesh and Blood.

"Here."

He immediately discovered a ruin in the center. From the kitchen, he retrieved the King’s Spear—a rusty Short Spear carrying an ancient deity’s curse. The spear itself distorted the very space around it, stained with the crimson hue of ancient times.

BOOM—!

The next instant, the threads writhed, weaving together into a blazing white thunderbolt that struck fiercely down upon Chu Yi. It pierced the ground, blasting open a deep crater a hundred meters in diameter.

"Lowly, foolish insect! A mere human dares to offend me?"

The silver-haired youth, shrouded in white light, hovered in the void. A pair of broad bat wings spread open, and from them emerged numerous fanged maws, spitting out threads.

When a member of the Blood Race ascended to Marquis, they underwent a massive transformation, a metamorphosis of their life form that activated their exclusive bloodline abilities. Marquis Barrett’s bloodline ability was to convert Blood Energy into threads to slice his prey. Once activated, he could use these threads to control an area, severing all substances, including energy and even the Soul.

"Are you done with your last words?" Chu Yi said calmly, flicking his sleeve and unleashing a Time Blade.

"What!"

The silver-haired youth’s thoughts scattered. This blade had slipped into the River of Time, flowing backward to strike his past self. It was like a bullet aimed at your middle-aged self, yet it killed your youthful self in the past.

THUD!

The waves of time roared. From the ancient eons, a small, exquisite flying knife emerged, traversed the past, and slew the silver-haired youth of that bygone era.

When dealing with a BOSS, Chu Yi had always been direct and brutal. If not for the Time Blade’s limited range, he would have thrown it from outside the castle long ago.

THUD!

At that moment, the Curse Seal in his body that recorded the Time Blade was now depleted. It transformed into a ray of Twilight Light and returned to the ripples on the River of Time. This also meant Chu Yi could draw another time-element skill. If he wasn’t satisfied, he could just exchange it; there would always be one that suited him.

"You... what Sacred Artifact did you use...?"

However, the silver-haired youth was not dead. His figure flickered, twisted, and blurred as if pixelated, his whole body convulsing. He seemed to be vanishing from this space-time, but the noble rank deep within his Soul fiercely protected him. It had exempted him from the fatal blow, but he was still gravely weakened.

Logically speaking, he should have died in the past. It was his current rank of Marquis, containing a sliver of the Primal Moon’s power, that allowed him to linger in this segment of space-time.

"Quite tenacious," Chu Yi sighed. He flickered forward, thrusting the King’s Spear into the silver-haired youth’s body and, with a casual move of his Divine Hand, pulled on the vital threads.

Kick them while they’re down! Quick, precise, and ruthless!

Against this BOSS, he didn’t even want to waste Divine Power using [Creating Something from Nothing].

The silver-haired youth’s eyes widened. Accompanied by an intense hissing of steam, his vital threads were destroyed, his Life Chart shattered, and he was afflicted by a curse that caused continuous bleeding!

"I’ll... make... you... DIE!" he roared, his form flickering in this space-time, the interruptions becoming longer and more frequent. His face was a mask of unwillingness.

To think he was defeated so anticlimactically, without even a chance to unleash his arsenal of skills and ultimate moves!