Tome of Blood

Elf? !

The middle-aged knight was slightly taken aback.

And when he noticed the other party's iconic red hair and the faintly powerful aura, his expression quickly became dignified:

"The Crimson Flame Blade... Sebastian!"

The red-haired elf paused slightly, and his expression seemed a little unnatural after hearing this title.

The smile on his face faded quite a bit, and he took a step forward gracefully.

In the next second, his entire figure disappeared instantly.

"Miss, back off!"

The middle-aged knight's heart trembled, and he shouted loudly.

He subconsciously raised the crosspiece of the long sword, and as soon as he raised the long sword, he felt a huge force coming from between his hands.

"Boom!"

A flaming sword of flame appeared out of thin air, flying the long sword in the middle-aged knight's hand, and at the other end of the long sword was the reappearing red-haired elf.

The middle-aged knight roared angrily, and a dazzling silver light erupted from his body.

It is the sign of the second level of Yinyue that the source power is released.

I saw him draw out the spare dagger at his waist, and the silver light spread on the dagger, exuding a fierce aura, like the turbulent moonlight.

He stepped on the ground lightly, and the hills under his feet were cracked and sunken, and his whole body was like an arrow leaving the string, rushing towards the red-haired elf.

The two fought together in an instant.

Under the handover of the sword of silver light and the sword of flame, a dazzling brilliance burst out.

The terrifying source power and magic power are intertwined with each other, forming a powerful energy storm that directly shreds the surrounding trees...

"boom……"

There was a loud bang.

The girl holding the heavy book took the opportunity to retreat to the distance. She pursed her lips and watched the sudden battle nervously.

But the battle was over after the loud noise.

Under the moonlight, the turbulent dust composed of sawdust and stone powder gradually dissipated, revealing the two who were still fighting just now.

The middle-aged knight still held his dagger high.

But in the next second, the dagger in his hand shattered into several pieces.

He swayed slightly, suddenly spat out a mouthful of black and red blood, and then slowly collapsed.

After struggling to insert the broken sword into the ground, the middle-aged knight managed to maintain a posture of kneeling on one knee. A pair of scarlet eyes looked at the red-haired elf standing in front of him in disbelief:

"You... haven't fallen down?"

The red-haired elf was unscathed.

He didn't answer the middle-aged knight's question, but stood there gracefully, with the flaming sword in his hand constantly burning.

I saw him looking up and down the knight with great interest, with a little surprise in his eyes:

"Silver source power... this is the new moon sword technique? You, a blood race, how can you use the new moon royal family's sword technique?"

The middle-aged knight was silent.

He raised his head with difficulty, staring at the elegant and indifferent red-haired elf with an extremely dignified expression.

The red-haired elf chuckled and was about to say something when a crazy roar suddenly came from all around.

The elf raised his eyebrows and looked around, only to see several two-meter-tall undead in full armor holding their long swords high and rushing towards him with a large number of living corpses...

In the slightly surprised gaze of the elf, he was overwhelmed by the wave of undead in an instant...

"Rachel!"

Not far away, the girl who had finished casting the spell hastily put down the heavy book, quickly came to the middle-aged knight, and helped him up with a worried expression on her face.

"Miss, ahem... Leave me alone! Run away! We are not his opponent!"

The middle-aged knight coughed up blood and said.

At the same time, a roar came from the tide of undead that drowned the elves.

The crimson brilliance erupted, and the red flames soared into the sky, tearing all the undead who charged up into pieces and burning them into fireballs...

And when the glory passed, the unscathed elf reappeared in front of the two of them.

He was still elegant, and the tuxedo on his body didn't have a single wrinkle.

The girl raised her head blankly, and looked at the red-haired elf in disbelief, as if she were looking at a monster.

The elf smiled slightly and asked with great interest:

"The strength of the undead is a little weak, is there any other way?"

As if feeling the condescending disdain and sarcasm in the other party's words, the girl's expression turned ugly.

She gritted her teeth, opened the book again, and dripped the bright red blood on the thick book.

The red-haired elf did not stop the girl's actions, but watched the girl's movements with great interest.

As the blood dripped, black shadows gathered on the thick book, and a dark shadow faintly appeared in front of the girl.

It was a grotesque and distorted shadow with vicissitudes and ancient aura.

With the appearance of that shadow, the girl's aura obviously became more sluggish, as if she had paid a huge price.

"Mortal, speak your wish!"

The dark shadow looked down at the girl holding the book, his voice was extremely indifferent.

"Gost! Kill him! Summon the strongest undead! Kill him!"

The girl almost gnashed her teeth and shouted.

After hearing the girl's words, the dark shadow turned into a deep ray of light, and penetrated into the book again, and the book glowed with a faint light.

The next moment, several complex and mysterious blood-red magic circles appeared around the elf, and one after another, the undead with sharp auras slowly walked out of the magic circle.

The armor on their bodies is more complete, the flames of the dead souls in their eye sockets are also more vigorous, and their bodies are also taller.

They roared and rushed towards the elves.

The red-haired elf remained calm.

There was a flash of light in his hand, and the crimson flame sword dissipated in an instant, and then he gently grasped it toward the void gracefully, and slowly pulled out a black flame sword from the void.

Seeing the black flaming sword, the girl's expression changed drastically:

"The Sword of Blasphemy!"

I saw the elf slashing his sword, and the undead who rushed towards him burned black flames, and quickly turned into fly ash...

crushed.

Naked crushing.

The girl gritted her teeth and bit her healed finger again.

But before she dripped blood onto the book in her hand, a long sword burning with black flames lay across her neck.

"This beautiful lady of the blood family, didn't your elders tell you that using the ancient book spirit to summon summons, you can't summon summons that are higher than your own level?"

"Some servants of the second level of Silver Moon may cause trouble to the camp, but it's not enough for me."

The elf smiled and said unhurriedly.

After hearing what the red-haired elf said, the girl froze slightly.

She raised her head pale, and soon met a pair of playful scarlet eyes.

In the next second, she only felt that her body was tightened, and a chain of forbidden magic bound her to death.

"Miss!"

The middle-aged knight cried out anxiously, but in the next moment, he was also bound by the chains of the forbidden magic, and was directly thrown beside the girl.

The girl's magic power was imprisoned, and the thick book seemed to have lost some mysterious connection, and the deep brilliance on it also disappeared.

In the somewhat surprised eyes of the red-haired elf, the summoned undead trembled slightly, and immediately turned into fly ash, and the fly ash turned into deep streamers of light, flying from all directions, pouring into the sky. into the book.

The red-haired elf was thoughtful.

He touched his chin, and picked up the heavy book on the ground in a leisurely manner.

Seeing her book being picked up, the girl immediately glared at him, and that angry gaze seemed to swallow him alive.

However, just when she thought that the other party was about to open the book or put it in her arms, she saw the elf suddenly turn around gracefully.

He held the book in one hand, put the other in front of his chest, bent slightly, and bowed respectfully and gracefully towards the distance:

"Great master, your loyal Sebastian has caught these little flies behind the scenes."

Master... Master?

The bound blood girl and middle-aged knight were all taken aback.

They couldn't help but look towards the direction where the elves were saluting, only to hear slow footsteps gradually coming from the darkness.

The clouds drifted, and the clear moonlight shone on the hills and penetrated the dense forest.

In the darkness, a petite figure slowly walked out of the forest.

It was a girl who looked thirteen or fourteen years old. She was dressed in a black and red Gothic dress, which was elegant and noble, and was out of tune with the surrounding environment.

She has beautiful blond hair and a pair of clear blue eyes. Her delicate and lovely appearance makes the blood race girls who are always proud of their beauty stunned.

However, looking at the iconic hair color and eye color, as well as some family crests painted on the black and red dress, the girl quickly recognized the other party's identity.

Her eyes widened, a little shocked, a little dazed, and a little angry:

"You are... Castel?!"

It was Charlotte who came out of the forest.

She glanced curiously at the two tied up by Sebastian, squinted her eyes and asked:

"You... know me?"

The blood girl didn't answer, but stared at her, that hateful gaze seemed to want to tear her apart, eat her flesh, and her blood.

Seen by such extremely hostile eyes, Charlotte was also a little confused.

How did I recruit these guys?

Even the Gorefiend Cult doesn't know that she is the one who is secretly doing trouble in Boulder, right?

Why did someone suddenly appear to intercept her?

Wait, did they just say they had a grudge against Castel?

Castel's enemy?

And still a blood race?

Could it be that my family is still hiding some secrets that I don't know about?

Charlotte frowned.

And at this time, Sebastian interrupted her thoughts:

"Master, I found an interesting item on them, which may be the key to their ability to summon undead on a large scale. Please check."

Charlotte's heart moved slightly, and she looked at Sebas, who offered a heavy book with both hands.

Charlotte took the book, only to feel the heavy weight in her hand.

The cover of the book is black, with dark golden magic patterns painted around it, and on the cover, there is a line of strange gilding characters.

Charlotte didn't know what the words were, but felt that they were a bit similar to the mysterious words on the Holy Tome of Blood, and they might have something to do with them.

But... She knew the meaning of the words, as if she knew what it meant when she saw it, and she knew how to read it naturally.

Charlotte almost realized it subconsciously:

"The way of the dead...?"

As she uttered the mysterious language up and down, the thick book flickered slightly, and Charlotte felt a dark, decaying and extremely aggressive power rushing towards her body along the book.

Charlotte frowned, and immediately aroused the "blood-sucking" effect of the divine power of blood, assimilating all the power that entered her body.

And the next moment, she felt the book in her hand tremble slightly, she stopped attacking instantly, and at the same time retracted all the deep radiance, shrunk into a ball.

Faintly, she seemed to feel a kind of agile fear from the book.

"interesting……"

Charlotte touched the cold cover of the heavy book with great interest.

Under the touch, she felt that agile fear seemed to be stronger.

"What is the origin of this book...?"

She looked at the two blood races who were tied up.

The blood girl still glared at her and did not answer.

On the other hand, the middle-aged knight was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked:

"Tell you its origin, can you let us go?"

"Master is asking you questions, you don't have the right to bargain, but the great master has always been magnanimous, if it pleases the master, maybe... the master will consider keeping you alive."

Sebastian said with a smile.

The middle-aged knight was silent.

After a moment he said:

"This is the holy artifact given to his necromancer agent by the Gorefiend during the civil war of the blood clan. Undead."

Hearing her companion's answer, the blood girl's eyes widened, and she looked at the middle-aged knight in astonishment.

However, seeing the other party's flickering gaze, she suddenly felt a move in her heart and fell into silence.

She is the master of the Necronomicon.

No one knows this wicked book better than she does.

To use the Necronomicon to summon the undead, a necromancer contract must be signed, which requires paying a high price.

This is still for the contractor.

And if the non-contractor rashly uses the Necronomicon to summon the dead, it will only usher in a more terrifying backlash...

Although Lahaier talked about the function of the Necronomicon, he only said half of it.

She realized that it was Lahaile who was burying a hole for the other party.

Without him, she summoned a large number of undead in this attack, and the undead collected by the Necronomicon just after disconnecting were only the part closest to them.

The undead farther away, especially the undead fighting with the Castel family's convoy, are still continuing the last order...

There is no doubt that the other party came to them to solve this problem.

The Necronomicon is a Necronomicon, and the backlash from angering the book spirits would not be able to bear even the Blazing Sun.

If they can be coaxed into activating the Necronomicon, maybe... they can turn things around.

Thinking of this, the girl lowered her eyelids and looked at Charlotte coldly.

"A book spirit?"

Charlotte thought about it.

She weighed the Necronomicon, stroked the cover lightly, and said:

"Shu Ling, come out and meet me."

Quiet……

Necronomicon, and no response.

Looking at the girl who called Shuling directly as if she was mentally retarded, the girl pursed her lips and decided to give her a push:

"You didn't pay the price."

"You need to provide the blood essence. Only after drinking the blood essence will the book spirit be willing..."

The girl didn't finish her sentence.

Because the Necronomicon has already reacted.

In the dull eyes of the middle-aged knight and the blood girl, the Necronomicon was shining brightly, and the dark shadow emerged by itself, very clear, and bowed deeply to Charlotte who was stroking the cover, and the respectful voice even Some trepidation:

"Noble and great existence, what can the humble Gost do for you?"

Blood girl: ...

Middle-aged knight: ...