Upon seeing that black fla sword, the girl’s expression changed dramatically,
"Blasphemy Sword!"
As the elf swung his sword in a slash, the dead spirits rushing towards him instantly burst into black flas and quickly turned to ashes...
Overwhelming.
Utterly overwhelming.
The girl bit her teeth, once again biting her finger that had already healed.
But before she could drip blood onto the to in her hand, a long sword burning with black flas was held against her neck.
"Beautiful lady of the Bloodline, didn’t your elders tell you that using an ancient book spirit to summon creatures, you cannot summon anything beyond your own First Tier?"
"So Second Tier undead servants of the Silver Moon might trouble a camp, but for , they’re hardly enough."
The elf said this calmly and with a smile on his face.
Hearing the red-haired elf’s words, the girl stiffened slightly.
She raised her pale face only to et a pair of playful, crimson eyes.
The next second, she felt a tight sensation around her, as a magic prohibition chain bound her tightly.
"Mistress!"
The middle-aged knight cried out anxiously, but the next instant, he too was bound by the magic prohibition chains and tossed right beside the girl.
The girl’s magic power was restrained, and the thick to seed to have lost so mysterious connection, its deep glow going out along with it.
Under the sowhat surprised gaze of the red-haired elf, the summoned undead shuddered slightly, imdiately turning to ashes, and that ash transford into deep streams of light that flew in from all directions, pouring into the to.
The red-haired elf seed thoughtful.
He stroked his chin, leisurely picking up the heavy to from the ground.
Seeing her to taken, the girl glared furiously at him, her angry eyes seemingly ready to devour him alive.
However, just as she thought he might open the to or tuck it away, she saw the elf elegantly turn around.
Holding the to in one hand and placing the other over his chest, he bent forward slightly—not without so respect and grace—in a bow to soone in the distance:
"Great master, your loyal Sebastian has captured these behind-the-scenes flies."
Master... Master?
The bound Bloodline girl and the middle-aged knight were both taken aback.
They couldn’t help but look in the direction the elf had bowed to, only to hear slow footsteps gradually emanating from the darkness.
Clouds drifted apart, and the clear moonlight shone on the hills, piercing through the dense forest.
From within the darkness, a petite figure slowly walked out of the woods.
She appeared to be a girl of about thirteen or fourteen, dressed in an elegant and noble black and red goth outfit, starkly out of place with her surroundings.
With beautiful golden hair and a pair of deep blue, clear eyes, her exquisite and charming face made the proud Bloodline girl inadvertently stare in awe.
However, seeing the signature hair color and eye color, and the familiar family emblems on that black and red dress, the girl quickly recognized her identity.
Her eyes widened in astonishnt, confusion, and anger:
"You are... Castel?!"
The person who had erged from the woods was none other than Charlotte.
She glanced curiously at the two tied up by Sebastian, then squinted and asked,
"Do you... know ?"
The Bloodline girl didn’t answer but stared at her intently, her loathing gaze as if wishing to tear her apart and devour her flesh and blood.
Feeling stared down by such an intensely hostile gaze, Charlotte was also a bit puzzled.
What had she done to provoke these people?
Even the Blood Demon Church should not know that the person behind the trouble in Bold was her, right?
So why did soone suddenly co out to intercept her?
Wait, did they just say they had a grudge against Castel?
Enemies of the Castel family?
And they were Bloodline?
Could there be family secrets she didn’t know about?
Charlotte furrowed her brows.
At that mont, Sebastian interrupted her thoughts:
"Master, I found an interesting item on them, which is likely the key to their ability to summon Undead on a large scale. Please take a look."
Charlotte was intrigued and turned her gaze to Sebastian, who presented her with a heavy to in his hands.
Charlotte took the to, feeling its weight imdiately in her hands.
The cover of the to was black, surrounded by dark-gold magic patterns, and on the cover was a line of strange gilded text.
Charlotte did not recognize the script, feeling only that it bore a resemblance to the mysterious text in the Blood Holy Scripture and was likely sohow related.
But she knew what the words ant as if understanding them upon sight, and naturally knew how to pronounce them.
Charlotte nearly subconsciously read aloud:
"The way of the dead spirit...?"
As she intoned the enigmatic language with rhythmic cadence, the bulky to faintly shimred with light, and Charlotte sensed a dark, decaying, and highly aggressive force flowing from the book into her body.
Charlotte frowned and imdiately activated the "Blood Sucking" effect of her Blood Divine Power, assimilating all the power that had entered her body.
In the next instant, she felt the book in her hand tremble slightly, ceasing its assault and drawing back its deep glow into a tight bundle.
Vaguely, she even sensed a kind of sentient fear emanating from the book.
"How interesting..."
Charlotte touched the book’s cold cover with curiosity.
With her touch, it seed that the sentient fear grew stronger.
"What is the origin of this book?"
She looked towards the two Bloodline mbers who were tied up.
The Bloodline girl kept glaring at her in anger, not answering.
However, the middle-aged Knight beside her fell silent for a mont, then suddenly asked:
"If we tell you where it cos from, will you let us go?"
"When the master is asking you questions, you do not have the right to negotiate. However, our great master is always magnanimous. If you can please the master, perhaps... the master will consider sparing your lives."
Sebastian said with smile.
The middle-aged Knight fell silent again.
After a mont, he said:
"This is a Holy Artifact of the Dead Spirit Representative, given by the Blood Demon Duke during the Bloodline civil war, the rumored book of the dead spirits... By paying a certain price, calling upon the Book Spirit of the book of the dead spirits, one can summon the Undead stored within."
Hearing her companion’s answer, the Bloodline girl’s eyes widened, looking at the middle-aged Knight in astonishnt.
However, upon seeing the flicker in his gaze, she suddenly had a thought and fell silent.
She was the master of the book of dead spirits.
No one understood this evil book better than she did.
Utilizing the book of dead spirits to summon the Undead required signing a corpse-contract, which ca at a great cost.
And that was for the Contractor.
If a non-Contractor rashly used the book of dead spirits to summon the Undead, they could only invite an even more terrifying backlash...
Although Rahael had spoken of the function of the book of dead spirits, he had only told half of the story.
She realized that Rahael was setting a trap for them.
No other reason than the multitude of Undead she had summoned in her attack were just the ones closest to them and had been collected by the book of dead spirits after she had severed the connection.
The Undead far away, especially those battling the Castel family’s convoy, were still continuing their last orders...
Undoubtedly, their finders were there to solve this problem.
The book of dead spirits was a Dead Spirit’s Holy Artifact, and the backlash from angering the Book Spirit could not be endured even by Blazing Sun.
If they could be fooled into activating the book of dead spirits, perhaps... they could turn the tables.
Thinking this, the girl lowered her eyelids and coldly looked at Charlotte.
"A Book Spirit?"
Charlotte pondered thoughtfully.
She weighed the book of dead spirits in her hand and gently caressed the cover, saying:
"Book Spirit, co forth and et ."
Silence...
The book of dead spirits had no response.
Watching the girl who straightforwardly called out to the Book Spirit as if she were an idiot, the Bloodline girl pursed her lips, deciding to give her a push:
"You have not paid the price."
"You need to provide essence blood, only by consuming essence blood will the Book Spirit be willing..."
The girl did not finish her sentence.
Because the book of dead spirits had already reacted.
Under the sowhat dazed gaze of the middle-aged Knight and the Bloodline girl, the book of dead spirits blazed with light, and a dark shadow erged on its own, appearing vividly and bowing deeply to Charlotte, who was touching the cover. The voice was even sowhat trembling with fear:
"Exalted and magnificent being, may the lowly Gust inquire what I may do for you?"
Bloodline girl: ...
Middle-aged Knight: ...
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