"Are you sure about this? This is a decision that will set the path for your future," Draco said solemnly.
"Yes, Uncle. I can't be a weakness to my brother," Adria replied with a determined gaze, solidifying her decision.
Draco had explained to her that what was happening wasn't an illness but the result of a power originally belonging to her brother. He wanted to retrieve it for Adrian because he had an important mission to fulfill.
Draco had briefed her on the situation without going into details, but with her intelligence, Adria was able to grasp the overall picture.
He also told her that he could make her keep the power, but her life would never be the sa. She would tread a path filled with bones and slaughter.
"If you beco strong enough, you will be able to protect yourself and take revenge for your parents," he explained, leaving her to make the choice: to remain human or beco a demon.
As expected, she chose the path of a demon, which didn't surprise Draco. From the mont he arrived, he had noticed her yearning to see the outside world and her hunger for strength, which had piqued his curiosity.
"Okay. Let's call your brother and hear his decision," Draco said.
He called Adrian and explained his sister's decision to him. Since Adria had chosen this path, Adrian decided to follow her as well.
The blood ritual began. This was what Xylara had called it.
"It's now up to you, Xylara," Draco said ntally.
"The process will get a bit painful from now on," Draco warned, trying to comfort the siblings.
Xylara moved her hands in intricate patterns, forming a blood seal in the air above Adria. It began drawing sothing from her, causing Adria to whimper in pain. She frowned, trying to suppress her discomfort.
A deep silvery-red blood erged from Adria's forehead, radiating waves of demonic energy.
Draco felt a slight unsettling reaction in his own blood.
"No wonder," Xylara muttered.
"No wonder what now? Can't you just finish your sentences?" Draco snorted.
"A vampire follows their instincts to devour blood. Although she belongs to a noble bloodline, as a newborn vampire, her brother's blood should not have been enough to satisfy her. Normally, she would have grown bored of it, but she has only drunk his blood."
Draco and Xylara observed the twins, who had both fallen unconscious due to the blood extraction. Adrian had been rendered unconscious by Xylara.
"So what's the cause?" Draco asked.
"She possesses another bloodline that suppresses the Vampire Blood. It's not angelic or from any clan I know. Its origin is obscure," Xylara explained.
Draco felt a headache coming on.
"What the hell is a repulsive bloodline doing in her body? Why isn't anything going according to plan?" Draco shouted ntally.
"It seems one of their parents has an origin that isn't to be underestimated. If the Vampire Blood fuses with the other bloodline, unknown changes might occur," Xylara replied.
"Didn't you say they were repulsive? How can they fuse? And why doesn't Adrian have this bloodline?" Draco asked, pointing to Adrian. The complexities of bloodlines were becoming a headache.
"If only I could farm EXP instead," Draco thought bitterly, his expression intoxicated.
"His soul is purely Vampire, so the repulsive bloodline couldn't manifest in him. It all went into her," Xylara continued.
"Enough," Draco interrupted. "Just get on with your work."
Xylara shook her head, separating three-quarters of the extracted blood. She sent it into Adrian's body.
**THUMP!**
His heartbeat grew louder and faster, and a silver-red cocoon enveloped him, beginning his transformation.
The remaining quarter of the Vampire Blood hovered in the air. Xylara separated it into two portions and looked at Draco.
"Why are you looking at like that?" Draco asked, uneasy as her gaze locked onto him.
"I need your blood," she said cheekily.
Draco was alard, looking at her suspiciously. "For what?" he asked.
"Your blood will compensate for the energy deficiency in the Vampire Blood and assist in fusing the repulsive bloodline," Xylara explained with a giggle.
"Fine," Draco said, still wary. He took out a bronze sword to cut his finger.
**CRACK!**
The sword shattered, leaving Draco stunned.
"Just bite yourself," Xylara suggested.
"I'm not a child," Draco snorted, pulling out a higher-ranked sword.
**Silver-ranked weapon: cracked.**
**Gold-ranked weapon: shattered.**
Draco tried every weapon he had, but they all broke.
The disadvantage of having high defense was glaringly obvious now.
Finally, he considered the Weapon of Plunder, hoping it would work.
"Don't bother. It won't work. They'll negate each other," Xylara said.
Draco's mood turned sullen.
"You're the only one who can hurt yourself," Xylara continued.
Draco sulked, realizing the bad feeling he'd had earlier had been justified.
He raised his finger, laughing bitterly. With no other option, he bit himself.
Before proceeding, Draco looked at the twins. They were still unconscious. As for Xylara, he said, "Close your eyes and turn the other way."
Xylara rolled her eyes at Draco's childishness.
"Isn't it just to bite your finger? Why are you acting like you've been asked to show your little brother down there?"
"Just close your eyes," Draco demanded, glaring at Xylara, who reluctantly complied.
Seeing that she had indeed closed her eyes, Draco began.
He put his teeth on his finger and bit it. No blood ca out.
He started moving his teeth like a saw cutting through wood.
*This is embarrassing!* Draco shouted ntally.
Glancing at Xylara again, he noticed she had maintained her position with her eyes closed, which helped him calm down.
Little did he know, Xylara was sneaking peeks at him, letting out small giggles. She even seized the opportunity to take a picture of what Draco was doing.
"This is it," Draco muttered, controlling his pure red blood to float in the air.
"You see, it's not a big deal," Xylara giggled, while Draco snorted in response.
Draco was puzzled as to why the Vampire Blood stayed below his own, trembling as though it feared his blood.
Xylara perford another hand seal, sending both Draco's blood and the Vampire Blood into Adria's body. A golden-red cocoon ford around her, marking the beginning of her transformation.
Draco wanted to ask what the remaining blood was for, only to see it shooting toward his forehead at an unavoidable speed.
He lost consciousness, cursing Xylara for not warning him. He knew this was her doing.
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On an unknown planet, a million tis larger than Cerulean, small dots could be seen from the sky.
No, these weren't small dots. Upon closer inspection, they were beings.
On one side were undead, ghosts, dragons with dark demonic scales, phoenixes with black flas, vampires unfurling their wings, elves exuding auras of destruction, wolves embodying slaughter, angels with black wings.....
There were countless other creatures, all radiating a demonic aura of war.
Eleven figures floated in the air, their facial features concealed. Ten stood behind one figure, clearly the leader.
On the other side stood humans, angels with white wings, golden dragons, flaming red and ice-blue phoenixes, elves with green hair exuding auras of life, witches with broomsticks and hats...
There were countless other creatures on this side too, radiating a holy aura of war intent.
These two sides were like yin and yang—opposites destined for conflict.
This was war.
"Should I say I'm honored to be besieged by three Gods' domains?" the leader of the dark side chuckled.
"Plunderer, you've committed too many atrocities. It's ti for you to be eliminated," shouted one of the figures on the ground.
Black flas consud the figure who had spoken.
"My master is talking. Ants like you have no right to interrupt," scoffed one of the ten figures behind the leader, evidently the one responsible for the flas.
The scene silenced everyone present. The rumors of the God-Killer were true—any mistake led to death.
The leader of the light side waved his hand, reviving the burned individual, though the person's face now displayed extre fear.
"He's right. It's ti for you, scourge, to be eradicated," said a deep, aged voice.
"If it isn't Alex, the Light God. I never expected you to lead this crusade," Xandros, the Plunderer, ridiculed.
"I'm not the leader, Xandros. I'm just here to eliminate so scavengers," Alex chuckled, his glaring twenty-four wings shining as he launched an attack toward Xandros.
Xandros simply waved his hand, making the attack disappear and reappear elsewhere, where it obliterated an entire planet in a massive explosion.
Thankfully, no one lived on that planet, or millions would have perished.
"Oh, so Void and Chaos agreed to this?" Xandros asked, thoughtful. Alex remained silent.
"I see," Xandros grinned.
"Xandros, before we begin, we have a gift for you," Alex chuckled.
A massive fox's head, dripping blood, appeared in the air. Its lifeless eyes stared blankly, and each drop of blood that touched the ground burned holes in it.
Unconsciously, everyone knelt from the overwhelming pressure emanating from Xandros. His killing intent materialized, sending shivers even to Alex.
The head disappeared from Alex's hand, appearing in Xandros's grasp. His gaze turned gentle, yet sad, as he touched the fox's head.
"It's true," he murmured.
Then, that gentle expression vanished, replaced by a cold killing intent.
"I think it's ti to eliminate the scourge of this world," Xandros said, as both sides prepared for battle.
A battle to the death.
"ATTACK!"
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