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Chapter 134: Ascension Ceremony (Part One)

  Chapter 134: Assion Ceremony (Part One)

  The bone eagle screeched in the sky, and the death knight swiftly swept across the ground.

  Hellfire orbs spewed from the bone eagle's beak, causing tinuous explosions on the ground. The corrosive green ghost fmes spread across the earth, exuding intense erosion power that devoured life upon tact, turning the nd into a hellish se.

  "This pce—forbids the living!"

  Old Ward circled in the air, waving the Eagle Howl Silver Sword in his hand. Decayed skeletons climbed out of the soil under his summons, verging from all dires to encircle the uninvited intruders.

  Medrosh raised the blood-stained greatsword high, dark light flickering in his jet-bck eyes.

  【Oathbreaker’s Divine eling: Undead trol】

  A dense bck mist erupted from the greatsword’s ter, trolling all the skeletons within its range and turning them against their master.

  The pyers also unleashed various radiant and fme spells, effortlessly destroying the fragile skeletal undead.

  Alger fixed his gaze on the death knight cirg in the air.

  The movements and teiques were all too familiar to him. Even with Old Ward transformed into a death knight, Alger could reize the traces of his former self at a gnbsp;

  A crimsoher appeared in his hand.

  With a loud eagle cry, the draic giant eagle, Igor, materialized out of thin air.

  This was a new feature at level ten for the Crimson Scale queror: 【Dragon Vein e】. Using the essence on blood magic, it allowed the summoning of one’s mount anytime, anywhere.

  Alger mouhe giant eagle and softly said, "e, Ward Chris, my old instructor."

  "Let me see if, after being this wretched thing, your skills have dulled."

  "Screech—"

  Another pierg eagle cry echoed as the draic giant eagle spread its wings and soared, climbing rapidly with a momentum rivaling the terrifying ghost-fme-entwined bone eagle.

  The death knight cirg in the high skies noticed the rapidly approag adversary and charged without hesitation.

  "Vile mortal."

  His boed a series of creaking sounds.

  Alger and Ward spiraled through the air, probing each other repeatedly.

  Turns, rolls, asts, and dives—their maneuvers on the giant eagles were instinctive, as if carved from the same mold. Yet Alger’s as were noticeably mgressive, often pulling off daring and ingenious moves.

  Scorg bright fmes iwined with ghostly green fire in midair. The dazzling movements of the two knights left only fleeting shadows and fshes of light.

  "Not bad."

  Alger, panting and wiping sweat from his forehead, sounded exhirated. "Old Ward, your skills remain intact."

  His half-draic body bore numerous wounds, with dark erosive mist slowly corroding the injuries.

  "Despicable mortal—die—"

  Death Knight Ward fared er, his pte armor shattered, his bones cracked, and ghost fmes burned and healed his wounds.

  They asded slowly, then dove toward each other.

  It was the final charge.

  Both gripped their swords tightly, leaning forward iical dive stances.

  Just as they closed within teers, Alger and the draic giant eagle roared in unison, shaking the skies.

  【Dragon Roar Charge】

  The dragon roar carried a magical essehat could instill fear even in undead beings.

  A massive red dragon phantom seemed to appear above them.

  "Dragon."

  The death knight faltered slightly.

  His bone eagle stiffened in fright.

  In that fleeting moment, Alger seized the opportunity.

  "Flowing Strike!"

  The half-dragon knight capitalized on the momentum of the dive and strubsp;

  With a crisp sound, the Everbursword severed the death knight’s neck bone effortlessly, sending the glowing, malevolent skull flying before it dimmed.

  The bone eagle beh him also lost its undead esses ghostly fmes extinguished. The skeletal frame colpsed into ordinary bones, scattering from the sky.

  Alger gently op the giant eagle.

  Casually, he dug a small pit in the ground, buried the cracked skull, filled it with dirt, and stomped twipact it.

  "Rest in peace, pitiful old man."

  "I will kill that old vampire."

  Alger muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on the massive, intricately carved doors of La Castle.

  ……

  Beh La Castle.

  The underground space was unusually vast, more akin to a colossal subterranean world than a mere part of a building.

  Bats flitted in the darkness, rats scurried in shadowy ers, and blood thralls wailed in pain within iron cages.

  At the ter of this underground world was a massive stoform spanning a hundred meters, engraved with twisted and eerie runes and surrounded by bottomless abysses.

  Encirg the ptform were seven t stone pilrs, each adorned with devilish carvings and bound with iron s soaked in blood, seg a vampire progeny to eabsp;

  Like sinners frious myths, they were stripped bare, bound to the pilrs, with grotesque tattoos etched into their backs.

  Each bore a fanatical expression, ting sinister hymns.

  Even Alexia, the eldest daughter of the La Family, was bound to one of these pilrs. Her eborate gown removed, she stood naked, her pale, beautiful body exposed.

  Yet the sight held no allure, only an aura of blood-soaked, eerie terror.

  She murmured softly, "On the day of the full moon…"

  "The bats will rejoice, the diseased rats will sing."

  "Blood mist will shroud the heavens, shadows will overflow."

  "Daylight will tremble, aernal night will desd."

  "He shall bee the immortal monarch of the night!"

  "He shall bee the eternal lord of darkness!"

  "Let our blood boil within His body, a us embrace the grand assion!"

  The sound of bats fpping their wings echoed.

  Brad La emerged from the passage's end. He did not use the stairs but floated, slowly asding to the stoform.

  His crimson eyes brimmed with boundless greed and anticipation, his tone as enraptured as if reg poetry.

  "Finally…"

  "After 172 years of lurking in the shadows, the long wait is over."

  "Assion—ohe grand assion is plete, nothing will be worth fearing, not even dragons hinder my path."

  "My children…"

  Duke Brad gazed obsessively at the naked vampire progenies bound to the stone pilrs, his twisted affe btantly evident. In his eyes, he truly loved them.

  They were both his offspring.

  And the fuel for his assion.

  Duke Brad seemed to recall something, frowning slightly.

  "It’s a pity… Todd hasn’t returned."

  FAL

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